Page 87 of Dance of Deception

I moan louder, humming and drooling all over his cock. I can barely move my head, but my tongue can’t help but explore his swollen head, teasing over the ridge and testing the hole at the tip.

Carmine groans deeply, his dick swelling even harder between my lips.

“Yes,suck, just like that, little dancer,” he growls against my pussy. “Use your tongue. Slowly. Like that. Tease my cock.”

His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking and nibbling at the tender bud as my legs begin to shake. One of his hands slips up between my thighs from behind, and when he sinks two fingers into me again, I can barely focus on anything but the pleasure he’s pulling from my body.

“Allow me to help,” he murmurs. Suddenly, his cock is sliding out and then thrusting back into my mouth, deep. I sputter andchoke, but he doesn’t stop or slow. At first, it's disorienting and almost demeaning, feeling him use my mouth like this.

Except as he keeps doing it, slowly, something clicks inside me.

Something flickers to life, the flame growing hotter.

You clearly know what you like. What turns you on. Being chased.

Restrained.

Forced.

Fire spreads through me like blood staining a sheet. Like a storm cloud rolling across the sky until it blankets everything in blackness and the sharp crackle of lightning.

It’s a simple, terrifying truth that hits me just as I’m about to explode against his tongue.

He’s right.

I do know what I like, I’m just in constant fear of admitting it even to myself. Even after I read it in especially steamy fanfics or darker romance books from TikTok.

But now he’s making me confront it as he rips the pleasure from every nerve in my body.

I want this.

I crave this.

The loss of control. The restraint.

Being forced.

And that moment of realization is exactly when I start to come.

Mercifully, if even just to save himself from being bitten, Carmine slides his cock from my raw, swollen lips just as I start to shatter. His tongue rolls over my clit, his lips sucking hard as my head snaps back, my arms jerking against their binds.

“Oh God!”

“Uh-uh,” Carmine snarls into my pussy. “Saymyname when you come. I don’t share what’s mine—not even with God.”

His fingers curl inside me, turning me to jelly as I cry out and arch my back off the bed.

“Carmine!”

Just as I’m coming all over again, he does something completely unexpected and unhinged that shatters whatever grasp on reality I have left.

He turns his mouth against my inner thigh, high up near my throbbing pussy, and without warning,he bites me.

Hard. Really,reallyhard.

My whole world jolts as I twist my head violently and scream into my own shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut.

Suddenly, he’s shifting on the bed. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he kneels beside me. My eyes open, and my breath catches when I see his forearms ripple as he strokes his huge, swollen dick right over me, his eyes shrouded in a lethal sort of blackness.

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