Page 36 of Wicked Angel

I shot Gaven the deadliest look I could manage, but he merely smiled at me. His hands moved to my hips as he pulled me forward, forcing me to ride his thigh, pressing the pulsating little thing against me over and over until I was nearly sobbing with the need for relief.

My nails sank into the fabric of his sleeves. I wanted to beg him to end this unnecessary torture. My lips parted, and I cried out again as the little bullet hit my clit once more at just the right angle and a burst of white overcame my senses. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching onto him and praying that he wouldn’t let me go because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he were to release me now, I'd fall to my knees.

Gaven waited, however, until the orgasm had run its course. Only then did he take a step back and let me sink down to my knees. Panting and trembling, I could feel the wetness leaking from beneath my underwear, running down my inner thighs as I looked up at him through a blurry gaze filled with tears as he finally hit the button on his remote once more and turned off the resonating vibrations.

I knew he and his damned ‘gifts’ couldn’t be trusted.With a scowl, I reached between my legs to pull the strange object away from my clit and then take off the offensive underwear, but before I could manage it, Gaven captured my hands and yanked them up to waist level.

"We're not done yet, Angel," he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes were darkening by the second. Something sinister was building within their depths as he hooked my hands at the sides of his hips. “Let go,” he warned me, “and you’ll regret it.”

I swallowed roughly but needing a moment to ground myself, I let my hands remain where they were on his hips. His fingers found the front of his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. My lips parted in shock as he freed himself from the constraints of his pants and then held his cock before me, mere inches from my face. "One more lesson today," he said. "Open your mouth."

I flinched back. “Fuck you,” I snapped. He was fucking massive. I knew he would be. I’d felt the evidence of his cock against me enough times to know, but it was different seeing it in person. The width of him was wide, and the length … it was frightening. I had a moment to think that perhaps taking my virginity by fisting had been a kindness from him instead. With how hard he was now, practically pulsating in front of my face, he looked ready to tear me apart all over again.

Gaven stroked himself once, moving his hand up and down the length of himself squeezing as he neared the head before taking the shaft in one hand and palming the back of my head in his other. My eyes jerked up to meet his, and he smirked as he pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. "I intend to fuck you, Angel,” he said. “Now, open those pretty lips of yours and take my cock or I'll shove it in, and believe me, I’ll be much rougher if you make me fight for it."

Gaven Belmonte was a certifiable monster. A cruel man. It was my fate, now, to be taken by him. That much was clear. I shivered at his words. I wanted to push back, to fight, but I knew he was right. He would make me regret resisting him. He already had. Call it self-preservation or maybe even a bit of curiosity, but I had no other recourse. I gave in. I let my lips part, accepting the head of his cock into my mouth. He pushed forward, stroking himself over my tongue as he released his length and reached up to grip the back of my skull with both palms.

Rough, masculine hands slid through my hair, unleashing some of the strands from the bun I’d tied it up in to get into the wedding dresses. They fluttered down to my neck. A groan rumbled up from Gaven’s throat as he pushed further, the underside of his cock sliding over my tongue as he moved steadily toward the back of my throat.

"That's it, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth. "Suck me deep."

Heat danced along my cheeks. I could only imagine what I must have looked like. A whore on her knees for a tall, powerful man, using her mouth as he wanted. I’d never felt so fucking degraded, and yet, as I shifted my weight on my knees before him, I also couldn’t deny that there was still wetness leaking from my pussy.

I'd never done this before—a fact I was sure he knew—but he didn't act as though he cared. No, in fact, he continued to thrust himself back and forth until I'd taken over half of him into my mouth. I gagged as his tip brushed against the back of my throat, and he sighed, stopping and holding himself there.

He stretched my lips open until the corners burned. I looked up at him through a watery gaze and found him staring back, the glitter of something in his gaze—hunger. "Let this be your next lesson, Angel," he said quietly, one hand coming around to cup my jaw as he stroked my skin with his thumb. "The first step to pleasing your husband is to suck his cock like a good little slut. All the way."

My eyes widened, and I jerked my gaze down to where a good three more inches rested outside of my mouth.There’s no way.If I took any more of him into my mouth, he'd go down my throat. I couldn't. I would suffocate.

As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, he smiled down at me when I once again lifted my gaze to meet his. "You'll do it," he said. "Now, hold your breath. I'm going to fuck your mouth. I want you to swallow what I give you. That’s your duty now. I’m going to come down your throat, you’ll swallow it all, and when I’m done, you’ll thank me."

I glared at him. The fuck I would. Before I could pull off of his cock, however, he was already moving forward. He didn’t give me a chance. His hands locked onto my head as my nails scored his hips.

It was apparent that once Gaven decided to do something, he was secure in knowing he would. He said he would fuck my mouth, and that was exactly what he did. I squeezed my eyes shut as he held me still and pulled himself out of my mouth, only to sink back in a moment later. He repeated the motions over and over, thrusting back and forth over my tongue until something salty began to leak from the head of his cock.

Shocked, my eyes widened as it poured out onto my tongue and soaked the inside of my mouth with his precum. Salty and thick as it eased his passage. I wondered … Gaven was such an in-control man. Dominant. What would he do if I actually tried to make him lose his cool? On his next withdrawal, I opened my eyes and looked up as I flicked my tongue, curious to know what it would do. I lapped at the liquid spilling from him and found pleasure in the stuttering of his hips as he jerked—as if he were oversensitized.

"Fuck," he growled.

With a mouthful of cock, I grinned. Yeah, he wasn’t as composed as he’d like me to believe, and certainly not as much with my lips sucking him deep. Ice-blue eyes glared down at me as he shoved harder on the next thrust, choking me with his length.

My eyes widened as I coughed and sputtered. He merely kept going, not caring if I was suffocating.What if I vomited on him?I breathed through my nose, in and out, harshly.

“Did you like that?” Gaven asked, his tone tight. “Licking my cum off the head of my cock? I didn’t know you’d be so pleased by it. Perhaps, I’ll let you do this again if you’re so enthusiastic.”

My hands anchored at his hips tightened and this time, when my nails scored them, I pushed them deeper into the revealed flesh on purpose. I was angry. I wanted to draw blood.

The pain only made him hiss as he forced himself farther into my mouth and held still. “Yes,” he huffed out, head tilted back. “Every morning, I’ll wake you with my cock. Sometimes, I’ll shove it into your warm and waiting pussy, soaking your cunt in my cum and making you walk around with a little piece of me in your womb. After you’re too pregnant to take me, though, that’s when I’ll use your mouth. Every. Single. Fucking. Morning.” His words came harsh and angry, yet they somehow only made me wetter.

It was embarrassing to admit, but I could picture exactly what he was saying. Waking up with a big man like him over me, shoving his cock into my pussy at the very moment I’d wake, shuddering around him as we both came apart.

“You’ll be round with my fucking child,” he continued, painting the picture ofhisperfect life. “On your knees before me, completely naked so I can see it all as you part these pretty lips of yours and suck me clean. Maybe I’ll make you clean my cock after each time I take you, licking your own juices and cum off of me.”

That heat in my face from earlier spanned downward, moving over my bare chest as my nipples tightened. I hated that he was filling my head with his depraved fantasies. After all he’d done to me, he knew he had me trapped. I knew it too. My pathetic attempt at running away had been ill-exercised at best. We were too close to the end now, to the actual ceremony, for me to think of another way. Because of that, too, I was being closely watched. Monitored by not just my father and his men but by Gaven himself.

Otherwise, why else would he be here? Fucking my throat like a man who was confident that his claim was sealed? He was reminding me that I was a butterfly trapped in his web. I squeezed my eyes shut as his hips continued to thrust. His cock powered into my mouth, over and over again. He fucked my lips like a pussy, fast and hard until I knew that they, too, would be sore after this. A moment later, more of that salty fluid came over my tongue, filling my cheeks and slipping into my stomach. It came in spurts, shooting against the back of my throat. I choked, but he tightened his hold when I tried to shove back.

"Swallow. It," he snapped. Tears leaked from my eyes as I looked up. His expression was hard, unforgiving. “Swallow my fucking cum, Angel, like a good girl or I’ll do something worse than fist your pussy. I’ll fuck your ass raw and force you to walk out of this fucking shop with it dripping down your legs.”

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