Page 71 of Don't You Pucking Dare

I pull Brody’s neck down for a kiss, and he’s already gripping my ass and trying to remove my shirt. I do it for him, and then I stick my hand into his pants and start stroking his dick. I bite his lip and ask, "Do you want to fuck my throat."

He doesn’t answer, instead, he takes off his pants. I kneel below him, keeping my eyes on his. My pussy is throbbing at the idea of him fucking my mouth. Or my pretty face, as he says.

"I want you to drown me," I say, rubbing my hands across his stomach and then his ass. It’s pure muscle as I pull him towards me. "I’ve been really, really bad, Brody."

He gleams as he forces his dick into my mouth. I try to pull back to ask him a question, but he doesn’t approve. He yanks my hair to hold my head in place.

"You’ve been bad, Lola?" he asks as he thrusts down my throat, stealing every ounce of my breath. I start gagging and trying to cough out his dick, but he holds it there, fucking me until I start seeing stars.

When he pulls out, I cough, clutching at my neck. I stand, trying to catch my breath. I hold my hand to his chest, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He pushes me down onto the bed, face first, and smacks my ass. I hear him spit and then I feel the coolness touch my pussy. He forces his dick into me, pulling my hair back.

"What the fuck did you do, Lola? Why have you been a bad girl?"

A thrill courses through my body. This is why I want to be bad. I want to know what my punishment will be.

"If you’re not going to tell me, then I’ll just have to fuck it out of you."

But my lips are sealed. He fucks me hard, moving the bed until the corner hits a wall. He’s fucking me hard and fast. I feel him coming inside of me, but that doesn’t stop him.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter. "Are you using my pussy? You like my fucking my pussy, Brody?"

He spanks my ass really hard, and I wince in pain. But he doesn’t end there, he yanks my hair and says, "Tell me what you did, Duchess."

I don’t answer, so he grabs my throat, about to cut off my air supply. My vision goes blurry. Fuck, I need medicine for these aches and pains.

I offer, "Eye for an eye. Tell me where my mom is."

He fucks me hard and fast until I’m orgasming all over him, my wetness spilling down our legs.

He pulls out, panting. "I’m not telling you a goddamn thing."

I turn around. "Then I’m going to the cops."

He grabs my throat in pure rage, a threat gleaming deep in his eyes. "No, you’re not."

I peer up at him. “Rick Kemper had her tied up in a trunk last night, and the facility won’t tell me if she was admitted back in or if she’s still gone. I have to go to the police and show them the pictures."

He seethes, getting right into my face, "You’re not going to the fucking cops, Duchess. Do not become a bigger issue than you already are."

"Issue?" I echo, wondering what happened when he went to fetch breakfast. Did he and Jack have a nice chit chat without me?

"Liability… do you know what happens to the liabilities?" He pauses. "They get killed."

I grab his wrist, pushing him closer to my neck. My body is begging for rest. The drugs and alcohol from last night are too much, and I’m weak. I mutter, "Then choke me with that fucking dick again, and this time, don’t pull out."

He smiles, releasing my throat. I cough, trying to steady myself. He walks over to the plate of food and grabs it.

"Eat," he demands.

I take the plate from him and sit on the bed to be a good girl and eat my food.

The bedroom feels smaller after hours alone in it. Expensive sheets tangle around my legs as I try to find a position that doesn't make my head throb worse. The chloroform hangover mixes with actual hangover, turning every movement into pure agony. Through the heavy curtains, afternoon light creates weird shadows on the walls—or maybe that's just the drugs still messing with my head.

Brody comes back into the bedroom, smelling like soap and coffee. He's changed into fresh clothes, looking annoyingly put together while I feel like total shit.

"When can I leave?" I push myself up against the headboard, fighting another wave of stars in my vision. Fuck, when is it going to end?

He sits on the edge of the bed. "Not yet. Still waiting on the all-clear."

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