Page 54 of Prince of Ruin

“You can pretend to be the good guy all you want,” I say, pulling his hair back until his eyes meet mine. I lean down until my nose is inches from his. “But I’ll always know the truth, Clavicle. You’re a sly, conniving bastard. I’ve fallen for your tricks before, but I’ll never fall for another one of your lies again.”

He stares up at me with a hateful glare, the same look he gave me when I toldhim to stop the sacrifices all those decades ago. A look so filled with vitriol, one wouldn't think there was a grain of kindness in him. If only Aden could see this side of Clavicle. Then he’d see the Prince of Ruin I know too well.

“Go to hell,” he snaps, then he spits in my face. I jerk my head back in shock, then fury floods through me. He’s not pretending anymore. At least not with me. He never does, because he knows he can’t fool me.

“I should have let Aden stay,” I seethe, wiping his saliva off my cheek. “If he saw this side of you, he’d know the real you.”

“Aden already knows the real me.” Clavicle arches his back, resisting my fist in his hair. “You’re the one trying to make me look like the bad guy.”

I chuckle, the fire in his silver eyes making my cock swell even more, pre-cum dripping down my shaft. His hair still in my fist, I drag my other fingers down his face. When I run my thumb over his lower lip, I can feel my pulse throbbing in my cock.

“Pull it out,” I order in a husky voice as I straighten, unable to control myself anymore. “And suck it.”

He bares his teeth. “I’d sooner bite it off.”

I chuckle again, but slightly thrust my hips forward so my pelvis is directly in his face. “There he is.”

I’m surprised to see his own erection through his sweatpants as he stares at the outline of my cock through my tunic, his throat convulsing in a swallow. He’s fucking enjoying this, the sick fuck.

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you?” I purr. I don’t know why I care if he enjoys it or not. He’s the most horrible person I’ve ever met, yet the sight of his erection only makes me want him more. “Untie my sash, open up my robe,” I command, my fist tightening around his hair until he flinches, “and suck it. Or this will be your last night alive.”

There’s so much sexual energy in the air right now, it’s taking all my self control not to let him go to the bed so I can fuck him like I used to. But there’s no way I’m letting him have any illusion of power.

On his knees, he slowly unwinds my sash with trembling hands, then opens my robe until my cock slips out. He gasps, his eyes widening as though he didn’t expect it to be this big. As if he didn’t remember what my cock looked like after having sucked it a thousand times in his past life.A measure of pride swells in my chest at the look in his eyes.

“There’s no way my mouth will fit around that,” he whimpers, andgods.The whimpering.

Fisting his bubblegum hair with one hand, I take my cock in the other and guide it to his lips.

“You’ll accommodate,” I purr. “Don’t worry.”

He jerks back until his head hits the wall, but I don’t slow down as I press my cock between his lips, pinning his head to the wall with my dick. He doesn’t resist, but lets his mouth open just enough for me to slip the tip in. He’s not wrong, his mouth just barely fits around the head of my cock. Aden is a human, and he’s a pro at sucking dick, but then he’s been doing it a few years. I push it in a little more, then a little more, until I feel the back of his throat and he starts choking around my cock.

Holy hell, his pretty lips seal around my cock better than I remember, though he can’t take it all down with his small human throat. Fae are generally taller and more skilled than humans, and a human taking a fae cock down the throat is no easy task. I hope this is painful for him. I hope he gets the message about who has the power here. I trap his head against the wall with my cock until he’s gagging around my cock, until his body starts convulsing as it desperately begs for air. I slowly pull out, satisfied with the tears in his eyes from choking. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“There you go,” I coo. “See? You just needed a little…encouragement.”

He coughs and stares up at me with watery eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Shut up and take it again.”

“No.” He shakes his head and opens his mouth to object again, but I shove my cock in before he canget another word out. He garbles around my cock, so I shove it in a bit deeper until he’s gagging. The noise he makes makes blood shoot straight to my cock, and I throw my head back, moaning in delight.

When I pull out, I release his hair and he falls to his hands and knees, gasping for breath. There’s a string of precum making a slobbery bridge to his lips, and I fuckingswear. Aden is the only man I’ve been with since Clavicle. I’m monogamous by nature, but goddamn. It feels good to be rough again, to exert my power over someone without worry about breaking him. Or, in this case, without caring about breaking him.

“Look at me,” I order once he catches his breath. He obeys, not bothering to hide the hatred in his watering eyes. “I want your eyes on me the whole time. I want you looking at me when I cum and I want you to swallow it down.”

“You are certifiablyinsane,” he snarls.

I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him up again so he’s eye-level with my hard dick, and I shove it in. I’m rougher this time, slipping in and out at a rapid rhythm as I chase my orgasm, barely keeping myself together from the slurping sound my cock makes as it plunges in and out of his tight mouth. Tears stream down his cheeks, but just like I ordered, he obediently glares at me while my cock glides in and out of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Hiseyes on mine while I fuck his mouth is nearly my undoing, but I somehow manage to keep myself together.

“You sure know how to suck a cock,” I say in a husky voice, keeping my eyes on his. “It’s almost like you’ve sucked mine a thousand times before.”

His brows furrow in fury, and he garbles something around my cock that only serves to bring a laugh out of me. I notice his cock is hard as fuck beneath his sweatpants, a wet stain even forming through the fabric. But I need more from him. I need to know that he still wants me as much as I want him, despite his resistance.

“Take out your cock,” I order. “And stroke it for me, sweetheart.”

He mumbles something around my cock, and I slip out just enough to let him talk. “What was that?”

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