“Enjoy the way I fill you up while almost choking you with this very cock.”

“Swallow every fucking drop.”

“I want you to always remember the aftertaste of this night the next time you think you’ll speak out without your King’s permission.”

“Good little slut.”

All those blaring emotions come rushing back, and immense dread, shame, and pure disappointment consume me all over again.

It’s exactly what I need because, in the last seconds of Domino’s suffering, I force myself to take it all in. The visible torment in Domino’s expression. The way he’s fighting every nerve to stop himself from releasing his load. The muffled grunt that ends up slipping from his mouth and how it morphed into a deep groan.

How he hisses, fidgets, and involuntarily bucks his hips forward so his cock sinks deeply into Flex’s mouth. His head is forced to remain forward then, taking every inch of Domino’s cock, pushing Domino right over the edge.

“Fuck!” He curses without realizing his doom and closes his eyes as if not to acknowledge what’s coming undone in real-time. He shoots every shot of his load down Flex’s throat.

The poor blonde is trembling on his knees, taking every second without fully choking on Domino’s manhood. I can seethe glistening tears that continue to run down his flushed cheeks and how red his entire face is down to his ears.

When Flex pulls off Domino’s cock, it’s with a plopping gasp for air, leaving him breathless as he coughs and splutters cum on the floor. It’s only seconds before he’s vomiting in the same spot, unable to hold it in.

Domino is breathless, lowering his head to see the cum that still drips from his tip. He realizes that he’s just gotten sucked by a man. Someone he’s acquaintance with, and it was witnessed by multiple people.

When he moves his attention around the room, I can see the way he scans everyone. As though to grasp every single face that dared watch this madness unfold.

Taking in every detail, knowing it’ll come in handy when he seeks revenge.

It’s frightening and gives me a sense of deja vu when his devious stare lands on me.

Staring into his eyes makes me lift my chin, allowing him to see the power I enjoyed grasping. Maybe he won by holding up to the challenge and experiencing this humiliating moment, but this came because of me.

The actions he did to me are what paid him back in return.

If he’d just left me alone, none of this would have happened. If he’d never made it his utmost purpose in life to ruin mine, we wouldn’t have crossed paths. I wouldn’t have needed to become a Ruthless Maiden to pay my debt. He wouldn’t have ever craved to appease his desire to bully me all over again.

This all started with him.

But it won’t end with him.

It’ll end with me… and he fucking knows it.

A loud sound makes us all flinch—my body jumping at the gunshot sound after being in such a concentrated state. Thedevastation that suddenly washes over Domino’s face is all but similar to the shock that morphs into mine.

The sound of shattered glass echoes not a second later.

We’re all forced to acknowledge the inevitable, our gazes lowering to the floor next to Domino’s feet, where the phone not only bounces off the wooden surface but falls again with enough impact to crack the glass screen.

That only accentuates the crippling truth that settles into the room as the tense silence lulls.

He dropped it.

No one says a word. No one dares breathe.

We’re all staring at the shattered glass on the floor and how some of that glass has cut Flex’s hand—the same one that was injured earlier.

What I’m still grasping is how that perfumed liquid is dripping off of Domino’s shaking hand that is frozen in place. He’s still registering what he just did—the flinch that triggered the imbalance and enforced his brewing defeat.

I let myself take in the devastation. How it manifests in the lines of his face. How he questions whether to be sad, angry, or frightened of what will happen next.

Tugging my eyes away, I need to find out why the gunshot was released and what it hit.