Page 132 of I Will Break You

Probably.

I’m no different from this creature, considering I fell into the same trap with Amethyst. What did I really know about the woman I love? While I thought we’d formed a connection of tortured souls, she leveraged our relationship into a seven-figure book deal, merchandise, and fuck knows what else.

Kayla slams the dildo onto the desk, activating the suction and pulling me out of my bitter musings. She plops herself on the chair and runs her pale tongue up the Jacob’s Ladder.

I rub my chin and frown.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Is this what you call deep-throating?”

Her eyes widen. “Of course not.” She grabs the base of the shaft and lowers her mouth onto the crown. “Like this?”

I lean against the wall, letting my gaze wander. “That’s more like shallow-mouthing, but it’s a start.”

“Will you teach me?” She flutters her lashes.

Ah.

She wants to be told.

Correction. She wants dirty talk.

“Eager little thing,” I say, my voice deepening. “You’re going to take Xero’s cock like it’s your last meal.”

“Yes, sir!” she whispers.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Are you going to tie me up?”

“Only if you’re worthy.”

“And then what?”

“Focus on Xero’s cock,” I growl. “Open your dirty mouth and slide it to the back of your throat.”

With a whimper, she shifts on her seat, her thighs clenching. “Like this?” she asks around her mouthful, the words muffled by the silicone dick. “Xero?”

I push off the wall and walk toward her desk. “You can do better than that. Take it all. Take it down to the root.”

She lowers her head and gags. Tears spring to her eyes, and she pulls back. “Xero, I can’t?—”

“You wanted my cock so badly that you stole its replica and turned one of your walls into a shrine,” I snarl. “Now, worship your god or face my wrath.”

The gagging and choking continues, with saliva flooding the dildo’s base. Her nose streams with the effort of taking the silicone cock.

“Good girl.” I place a hand on the back of her head and pull out my phone with the other. “But you can take a little more.”

As I push her further down the dildo, her body thrashes, and the sounds of choking muffle. I snap pictures of her struggles, wondering how long it will take her to die.

Death by strangulation is usually a four-minute affair, and some people take as much as six to choke. But death by dildo is something they didn’t teach us at the academy.

After two minutes, she stops moving, but I hold her for an extra five to be sure. When urine floods the floor, I release my grip on the back of her head and step away.

I unclasp the charm bracelet, unwind Mom’s locket along with its chain, and take a photo of it against a blank patch of wall.

The hunt for Father will have to wait, because it’s time for Amethyst to die.

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