Page 51 of Hearts Of Darkness

“I willneverallow that! But you ask too much. I’ve told you what will happen if you return to America.”

“Then protect me like you’re protecting my parents.”

“You’re mine, Eve. You belong by my side. I will never let you go.”

I stare at him as the splinter of an idea takes hold. “You’re right,” I say, my head slumping forward in defeat. “I’m nothing but your whore now.” As I say it, I drop to my knees, the impact cushioned by the thick bed of straw.

I reach for his belt, untucking the thick brown leather from the buckle. He doesn’t move to stop me, and with his belt undone, I go to start on his zipper. I’m playing a dangerous game here, and it’s one that could so easily backfire…

All of a sudden, he’s jerking his hips away. “I take it back. You are no whore, Eve Miller, and I refuse to treat you as such.”

I suppress a small smile before glancing upward. His hands are resting on the wall above my head. It’s a stance of power, but it’s also one of concession. I can tell it’s taking every ounce of his strength to honor his words. Something’s shifted. I’m not just his possession anymore.

“Will you let me go?” I ask quietly.

“Never.”

The force of his word brings hopeless tears to my eyes. “Please, Dante…”

There’s a long pause. “Perhaps a visit could be arranged in the future.”

My heart surges as I feel his hands under my arms, lifting me to my feet. It’s not what I’d hoped for, but it’s a start.

“Don’t think I’m blind to what you’ve just done,” he murmurs, taking my jaw roughly between his hands. “It’s been a long time since I let someone back me into a corner.”

“I would have let you fuck my mouth with or without your assurance.”

His eyes widen a fraction as I drop to my knees again, and tug down his zipper. Gripping the base of his huge cock, I take him deeply into my mouth before he has a chance to stop me.

“Jesus! Fuck!”

I must be doing something right because soon he’s groaning like he’s in pain. I slide him right to the back of my throat and start pumping my fist up and down his shaft. After a few moments, I risk another glance upward. He’s staring down at me with a mixture of rage and admiration on his face.

“You deceived me, my angel.”

I let him slip wetly from mouth. “No disrespect intended. If you let me visit America, I’ll do whatever you ask of me. I won’t fight you anymore.”

“WhateverI ask?”

I chance a quick grin at him. “You’ll take it, regardless. You’ll find a way. I’m learning how to operate from the best, remember.”

He chuckles in approval. “Then slide my dick into your mouth again,mi alma.Tip that balance of power. I’ll be sure to take it back again in a few minutes.”

I hesitate. “Am I doing it okay?”

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yes, Eve. Just don’t fucking stop until I tell you to.”

I feel a heavy hand on the nape of my neck guiding me back to him. The head of his cock eases between my lips, and my tongue swirls around the welcome intruder. He curses in Spanish and starts to thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with a staccato of groans.

“Damn, that’s good. Keep those soft lips wrapped tight around me. Don’t let up for a second.”

I do exactly as he says, even when his fingers are digging painfully in my hair and my scalp is screaming in protest. My other hand is resting lightly on his waist, and I can feel his muscles straining for control. I want to savor his surrender. I want to bring him tumbling to his knees, as well.

A low rumble escapes his lips as the hand on the wall clenches into a fist. “Fuuuuuck.”

Moments later, thick ropes of cum are coating my throat and tongue. I swallow quickly as he drags me to my feet again and crushes my lips to his own.

“Did you like me fucking your mouth?” he says harshly, breaking away.

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