Page 57 of Brutal Obsession

I did that to him. I might not know what I’m doing, but Cian’s body doesn’t seem to care.

I’m still beyond nervous though.

In so many ways, this is the most difficult performance of my life.

Mainly because…I’m not performing at all.

I’m just being myself, and up to this point, being myself is something that happened behind closed doors where no one could see me, except maybe Bex. Or Riley.

Or my mom, during one of her rare moments of sobriety.

Since I hit puberty, the real Harper Brennan became a girl who hides in the attic of her mind until no one’s around.

And while I can tell myself that touching Cian is about preserving my ability to run away later, that would be a lie. I’m on my knees because I want to be.

I press my lips to the tip of Cian’s cock. When he shudders, I get bolder and trace the head with my tongue. Instead of an unpleasant flavor like I feared, he tastes of salt and musk.

Emboldened, I lick him from the hilt all the way to the crown. Once. Twice. Three times. Like I’m taking measurements with my tongue.

Above me, he groans while I treat him like a popsicle. One of his hands tangles in my hair.

My confidence grows. Before now, I thought the act of giving a blowjob seemed demeaning and that the guy had all the control, but actually, the opposite is true.

I might be on my knees before Cian, but I hold all the power. I control this beast of a man with every stroke of my tongue.

“Stop fucking teasing me.” Though the words themselves sound harsh, Cian utters them like a plea. “Put me in your mouth and suck.”

I feel that command between my legs.

Setting my nerves aside, I open up and suck the crown into my hot mouth. His cock stretches my mouth open the lower I go.

Why does fantasizing about his view make me suck harder? I dig my fingernails into his quads, my lower back aching. The box is hell on my knees too. The discomfort dissolves, though, especially when he wraps his fist around the base of my ponytail and yanks, causing a delicious sting in my scalp.

“Just where do you get off, lying to me?” The jagged roughness of his growl channels to my core.

He’s pissed again, but I don’t know why. And I don’t know why his anger excites me when I’m down on my knees like this.

“You said you’d never done this before.” Cian’s accusation gratifies me more than I ever imagined it could. Those seven little words are his version of complimenting me. If he’d given me a proper compliment, I would have worried he was saying it to comfort me about my lack of experience.

The fact that he thinks I was straight-up lying is somehow a more honest form of flattery.

When I think of Cian coming apart because of me, it gets me so hot that I grab his ass again, the skin bare and firm beneath my eager fingers. His hips buck forward. When he hits my uvula, I start to gag, but I don’t stop. I force myself to take it. I stretch my mouth as big as possible, struggling to swallow him all the way to the base.

God, my desire for Cian is wild. I’m drooling like a dog at his feet, gorging myself on the fullness of his cock in my mouth. Why do I like having him inside me so much? Even if it’s just his fingers, even if it’s like this…

With difficulty, I let him slip from my mouth, wet with my saliva, still throbbing.

I’m breathing hard from the lack of oxygen. I don’t know where to go from here. Inside, I’m divided between wanting to make him come all over me again and wanting to run from this room right into the nearest straightjacket.

With his thick, lethal fingers, Cian brushes both sides of my face. Gently, he tilts my head up so I’m looking into his eyes, backlit withcrazy, like I just electrocuted him.

What do I look like to him?

I expect another damn smirk, another smug or slanderous remark, but instead, he lowers his eyelids like he’s surrendering to me and murmurs with a velvety voice.

“Open that beautiful mouth.”

His fingertips dig into the sides of my head, holding it steady. Almost as soon as I part my lips, he threads his cock between my lips and proceeds to fuck my face, like that’s what it was made for.

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