Page 148 of Deviant

“I know a way to prevent them from seeing anything.” He winks before tugging me inside.

Once we’re both in the small room, he closes the door and then slams me against it.

His eyes are as dark as this room, and the small window above is the only thing that brings a smidge of light into it.

“Okay, you got me here. Now what?” I ask, knowing exactly where his mind is at.

“There’s one thing I’d like you to do before you die,” he says, reminding me that my life is the only one in real peril here.

“And what’s that?”

“I want you on your knees.”

My cheeks heat up as they always do when Elias shells out such commands.

“Did you hear me, Roe?” he questions, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

I nod.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

With my gaze locked on his, I lower to the floor until I’m on my knees just like he wants me.

The back of his knuckles caress my cheek as he lets out a pleased growl.

“There she is… my sweet doe-eyed girl.”

My heart skips a beat at the endearment as I crane my neck back to look at his majestic face. From here, his eyes look pitch black, but they don’t scare me as they once did. Quite the contrary. They have me squirming with need for him to do his worst.

“Be a good girl and take my cock out,” he orders, still softly caressing my cheek.

I lick my parched lips as I stare at the large bulge in his pants, hard and eager for me.

If his cock almost split me in two the first time we had sex, I shudder to think how it will feel to have it in my mouth. Still, either by bravery or sheer curiosity, I do as he commands and pull down his zipper, followed by his boxers.

When his cock springs free, I gasp at the sight.

This close, it’s even more intimidating than I’d expected it to be.

“Don’t look so scared. It won’t bite,” he teases. “Much.”

I swallow dryly, his long length and wide girth a thing of nightmares.

“What… what if I gag?” I ask.

His hands cup my cheeks, pulling my gaze up to his.

“Aw, sweet Roe… there’s no ifs about it.”

The threat in his voice shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.

“Now… be a good girl… and make me cum in your mouth.”

Yep.

That’s all it takes to have me wetter than Niagara Falls.

I’m a sick, sick girl.

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