Page 131 of Twisted Legacy

“You’re gonna have an aversion to cock by the time I’m done with you.”

Ever the fighter, her teeth scrapes against me and she bites down. I grab her head, squeezing it between my hands. “You’re gonna pay for that, you brat.”

I force her to swallow me down. My strokes aren’t tame or tentative. They’re aggressive. Hard. I shove in deeper, chuckling as she gags around my length, trying to suck in a breath. “Oh, no you don’t. If you can moan or breathe, that means I’m not in far enough.”

I plunge forward, closing off the rest of her airway. “Oh fuck. There it is. You don’t need to breathe. Just embrace the darkness.”

I pound her face, working out the rest of my anger on her. Not because I’m angry with her, but because I’m angry at myself. She’s under my skin. In my head. In my dreams and nightmares.

She’s mine and someone keeps trying to touch what’s mine. The anger slips into that feeling of obsession. I need to possess her. I hold her head steady, fucking her mouth. She holds it open, taking the punishing slide of my cock without complaint.

I grunt. “God, your throat feels amazing, the perfect place to store my dick.” I hiss when her tongue flexes around me.

This is why she’s perfect. Made for me. She sees the monster in me. Knows it thirsts for pain and she’s encouraging me to let it out to play. I graze her cheek with the back of my hand, leaving a smear of blood behind. His. Mine. Doesn’t matter. It’s proof of how far I’d go to protect her from anyone and anything. Except me.

Thea’s nose flares as she tries to take in enough air. Her eyes water, her chest heaving. I can imagine there are spots dancing around the edge of her vision. That she’s struggling with the lightheadedness that precedes blacking out. I stay lodged in her throat. Watching. Waiting for the perfect moment. Her eyes widen and I know she’s there. The sweet hint of panic dances in her violet eyes.

“I’m gonna pump my seed straight into your stomach. And you’re gonna hold down every single drop. If you spill any, you’ll be licking it from the ground. Blink once if you understand.”

She does and with one final push; I let go. Flooding her mouth, her throat. Snarling as she sputters around my cock. Rope after rope of hot cum shoots down her throat, cutting off the last of her air. But she doesn’t let it come out of her mouth, sucking and swallowing as fast as she can.

I groan as I spill the last of my relief. “So fucking perfect.”

Her mouth goes slack, and she slumps over. I release her head and pull out of her mouth, tucking my dick away. Then scoop down to pick her up, cradling her in my arms until she gets her bearings back.

I can sense Finn freaking out behind me. He knows I go dark, but he’s never seen this side of it, because no girl, no woman has ever had the guts to see how far I’d go. Thea blinks up at me, the sweetest smile on her swollen lips, like I’m the one who just gave her a killer orgasm instead of it being the other way around.

“All better?” She asks, her voice scratchy from the number I did to her throat.

I nod my head once in response. She looks over to where Finn’s standing. “You okay, Number Three?”

“Am I ok? I don’t know if I should be appalled that he fucked your mouth until you were unconscious or turned on and jealous because I wanna do the same thing.” He steps closer. “Are you okay, Pet?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Finn looks at her, then at me, then back to her. “Uh, cause he fucked your mouth until you were unconscious.”

I set her on her feet and step away, giving her some space in case she needs it. Her hand massages her throat and jaws, trying to work the stiffness and soreness out. My chest puffs up. I did that.

She waves her hand dismissively. “I’m fine. I’ve been unconscious before. Besides, I barely passed out. I just have to work up to holding my breath for five minutes.” She smiles. “But I’d say four minutes nineteen seconds means I’m no slouch.”

Finn looks over at me before asking, “How do you know how long it was?”

“I was keeping time on Holden’s watch.”

She’s still rubbing her jaws, so I step up and take over. My chest leaning into her back as I work the mandible joint. She melts into me with a sigh and I say, “I’ll steep you some tea and honey when we get back to the dorms.”

Finn steps in front of her, reaching out his hand. “Come here, Pet.”

I stiffen. Is he scared I’m gonna hurt her? The rage is over. I didn’t black out. I was totally in control with Thea.

She doesn’t move toward him. Instead, she grabs the hem of my t-shirt with her right hand. “I can’t move right now, Finn.”

“Why not?”

“Because Holden’s hands feel amazing.” She groans that last part as I move my hands to work the kink in her neck.

I appreciate her trust, but I need to explain why Finn’s being clingy. “He’s worried I hurt you.”

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