Page 117 of I Will Break You

My breath stills. “I got carried away. Everyone wanted to know our story. You know I’ve always wanted to be published, and when people wanted to read about you and me, I just?—”

“Get on your knees,” he snarls.

“But—”

“Now,” he roars.

With a yelp, I slide off my seat and kneel on the stone floor. Xero looms over me, his thick erection hovering inches away from my mouth.

Up close and in the light, it’s inhuman. Not just the length and the unfeasible girth, but the Prince Albert, which is a thick ring of metal that bisects an even thicker crown. My gaze travels down the twelve barbell piercings running along the underside of his shaft.

Twelve.

I knew he had a Jacob’s Ladder. Knew it had twelve rungs. But seeing it on a dildo is completely different from witnessing it in person.

His balls are shaved, with a mini ladder of rings. My head spins. I didn’t even know scrotum piercings were a thing.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

I lick my lips, my breath quickening. He has to know it’s magnificent. Not wanting to give him any satisfaction, I say, “No.”

He slides his fingers through my hair and jerks my head backward until I’m staring into those cold, blue eyes. Baring his teeth, he snarls, “What did I tell you about lying?”

My nostrils flare. “Fishing for compliments?”

“How about giving me the truth?”

The silent part remains unspoken, but it hovers in the air. How about giving him the truth for once in my life? My chest releases a harsh laugh.

“Why don’t you ask my brain?”

His eyes soften. We both know about my delusions. I wrote to him at length about times I’ve had entire conversations with people who don’t exist. And about the monster that lurks in the mirror.

“Tell me what you see,” he says.

“Only you.” My gaze drops down to his impressive cock.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.” I reach for his shaft, but he snatches my wrist.

“Bad little ghosts don’t get to play with my cock,” he barks. “Arms behind your back.”

Just as I’m doing as he asks, he tears the cord of the hairdryerout of the wall. Then he walks around me and winds the cord around my left wrist, followed by the right, before tying them both together. When he’s satisfied I can’t break free, he steps away and reaches for something beneath the bench.

With a sharp tug, he releases a thick extension cable.

“Xero?” I whisper.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your fucking tongue.”

The pulse between my thighs pounds so hard that my legs tremble. My breath quickens, and my pussy tenses and squeezes in anticipation of being filled. I try to tell her that we’re sore from being fucked into the dirt, but she doesn’t want to listen.

He holds the cord taut between his hands. “I gave you an order.”

Opening my mouth, I rest my tongue on my bottom lip.

“Wider,” he snarls.

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