Page 127 of Fallen Omega

I find and lock on to the one thing that gives me a strand of my control.

“Youcame.”

“I—”

“But now, it’s time for punishment, and another fucking lesson, Angel.”

“What?”

Standing, I grab her by the arm, lift her up, and push her to the guest sofa at the side of the office. Then, I pull her shorts down and off.

The world’s prettiest pussy is spread open before me. Puffy lips, a small patch of trimmed black hair right above her exposed clit. And she’s wet. I pull the lips apart, and she struggles.

I grab her hip and look at her. “Do that again, and I’ll tie you down. I’ll find the biggest dildo and fuck you senseless with it. Both holes.” She whimpers, and it’s pure want. “Spread those legs and keep them spread.”

Dipping my head, I bite the delicate skin of her inner thigh. I dive in, a man starved beyond reason, and it’s not a feast, it’s carnage. I thrust my tongue in her, shove two fingers in her ass and pump. She squeals and grabs at me, shaking, moaning. Her hips rise.

She loves it.

Angel tries to rub herself into me, to get more, and I pull out, and use my chin to rub and grind into her as I push my other two fingers into her cunt. She’s not big, all delicate and soft and unbelievably responsive as she pushes my frenzy higher when I realize I don’t have to stretch my fingers wide to have them in both her ass and her cunt.

I thrust as I close my mouth around her clit, sucking hard, thrumming her sensitive nerve bundle with my tongue. Scraping it with my teeth.

She’s fluttering. Tiny wingbeats against me as she’s on the edge of coming.

So, I bite down, still my fingers and change the tempo.

Over and over, I lead her to the edge and snatch her orgasm away. The power it fills me and makes me invincible. Her personal God. I can do anything. I have the fucking power.

I’m not letting her come. No matter how hot and tight she is, no matter how sweet her juices, and she’s beyond fucking sweet. She’s glorious. She’s goddamn worth killing a hundred men to have one taste. She might even be worth dying for.

I keep going, learning all the little things that make her wild, all the things that make her whimper when I stop. I learn every fucking one and pack them into my arsenal that I’m going to use against her at a later date.

I’m fucking drunk and high on her. She’s getting closer and closer, at a faster pace. Each time I bring her to the brink of release, her moan gets more guttural, and she keeps whisperingplease.

Her body’s shaking, and I’m pretty fucking sure she’s bathing my sofa in her wetness. Just like I might suck that juice out of the material when she’s out of here.

She almost comes, and I can feel heat streak hotter in her, her jerk of her hips higher, and she undulates faster, trying to rub one out on me.

I curl my fingers inside her, taunting her G and A spots, and she’s slurring.

“I’m…I’m…oh, God?—”

I pull out of her, right as she’s about to come, and I stand staring down at her.

Those pretty dark eyes flutter open, and it takes a moment but she focuses on me. “No, please, Dante, please.”

I smile slow, nasty, evil. “On your fucking knees.”

“I want to come.”

“Knees.” I grab her ponytail, wrapping it about my fingers, tugging hard, her little cry sweet fucking music. “You don’t get to come.”

She scrambles up, panting, tits out. Fuck, I wish I had my phone in hand to take a photo.

I tug her head to me. “On your fucking knees. On the floor.Now.”

I loosen my hold enough to allow her to move, and she sinks to her knees in front of me.

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