Page 47 of Deadly Oath

Kian hooks his thumbs in the waist of his jeans, pushing both the denim and the boxers underneath down his hips in a smooth movement, his cock springing free. I can already see the pre-cum pearling at the tip, the slick wetness gleaming on his taut shaft. It slaps against his abdomen, streaking his skin with his arousal as he steps out of his jeans and stalks towards the bed, his gaze fixed on me.

My legs are spread so widely, tied to either end of the bed, that there’s plenty of space for him between them. He kneels there, his gaze raking over me as he reaches down and strokes himself once, a long, slow drag of his hand from the base of his cock to the tip, and back down again.

“I could come just looking at you like this,” he growls, that hungry look sweeping over me again. “But that would mean the fun would be over too quickly.”

He leans in, hovering over me as he presses his thumb to my lower lip again, pushing the tip of it between my lips. It feels more forceful like this, with me tied and helpless, more lewd, and a small moan slips from my mouth as he pushes his thumb a little further into my mouth.

I close my lips around it without thinking, and he groans, pulling it free. His fingers trace down the column of my throat, making me shiver as he presses the tip of his index finger into the hollow there, pausing as he looks down at me.

“I could leave you like this,” he threatens softly, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I could tease you until you were begging, and leave you tied up just like this, squirming and desperate to come.” His cock twitches as he says it, pre-cum sliding down the shaft, and I can see how much the idea excites him.

“Or maybe I’d fuck you like this, make you come until you couldn’t any longer, and then leave you with my cum dripping out of your holes. Make you stay here just like this until I decide to let you go. Keep you tied up to use as many times as I liked until I was tired.” He strokes himself again as he says it, slowly, and I see the muscles in his thighs tighten and flex.

The thought is terrifying, and frighteningly arousing, all at once. I feel a tremor run through me as he gazes down at me, seemingly considering doing just that.He wouldn’t, I think nervously—but wouldn’t he? I don’t know what Kian is capable of—he’s proved that time and again. And I’m at his mercy now.

My entire body clenches at that thought, and I let out a soft whimper, looking up at him wide-eyed as he lets go of his cock, his hands settling against my inner thighs.

“I have an endless array of things I want to do to you,” he murmurs, his hands sliding upwards, fingers skimming over my skin. I’ve never felt as sensitive as I do at this moment, my every nerve primed for his touch, aching for him, and I gasp as his fingers slide all the way up to the crease of my thighs, so close to where I’m dripping for his touch.

His fingertips part my folds, spreading me open even further, completely vulnerable to his hungry eyes. He holds me open like that with his thumbs as his fingertips slide upwards, sliding on either side of my swollen clit before he finally gives me what I so desperately need.

I cry out when his fingertip finally rolls over my clit, teasing,brushing, giving me just enough friction to make me moan before he pulls back again. He does it over and over, until I’m twitching and writhing underneath him, before he finally leans down, ghosting warm breath over my sensitive flesh until I moan his name.

“Kian—”

“What do you want, princess?” His eyes are gleaming wickedly, his mouth curved in a wicked smile as he leans in very close. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

I’m past shame. I’m past anything other than how desperately aroused I am, how much I want him to make me come again like he did that first night. “Your mouth,” I pant. “Please, Kian?—”

“You want me to eat your pussy?” He brushes the tip of his nose against my clit, his warm breath making me twitch and shiver. “You want me to eat it until you come all over my face, princess?”

I nod desperately, feeling my arousal drip from my folds, undoubtedly leaving a wet mark on the blanket beneath me. Even that isn’t enough to embarrass me—I’m so far gone, desperate for more. “Please,” I whisper again, and Kian grins, letting out another soft, teasing breath.

“Say it, princess. Say it just like that.I want you to eat my pussy, Kian. Say it, and I’ll make you come so hard for me.”

My mouth drops open. For a moment, I can’t speak. I can’t imagine saying that out loud. But then Kian leans in closer, the tip of his tongue flicking out and brushing against my clit. “Say it,” he whispers hoarsely, and all I can think is that I’d do or say anything if he would just stop teasing.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I gasp. “Please. Eat my pussy, Kian?—”

His eyes are almost black with lust, as a victorious smile curves the corners of his mouth. “I thought it would be harder to make you say it,” he growls.

And then he presses his mouth between my thighs.

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KIAN

My little princess is dirtier than I imagined she would be.

I thought I would have to tease her for longer than this, draw out the torture for both her and myself before she’d relent. But she gave in so much more easily than I expected.

A victorious thrill rolls through me as I lean in, sealing my mouth against her dripping pussy as she squirms beneath me, crying out with a shriek of pleasure as I flatten my tongue against her clit and her back arches. Her fingers claw at the air, trying to wrap around the ropes at her wrists, breathless gasps making her perfect chest heave as I look up at her, already a desperate, writhing mess as I roll my tongue over her clit.

She’s beautiful when she comes undone like this. A beautiful wreck—and all mine.

Mine to taste, to savor, to enjoy. Mine to torment and claim. Mine to do whatever thefuckI want with.

And yet—under that brutal, vicious urge, the desire to tame and break her, the need to reduce her to her basest desires and watch her beg—there’s something else. Something I hadn’t expected.

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