Page 87 of Stricken

"You like that filthy mouth and what it does to you."

"Never said I didn't."

"I'm waiting."

"For what?"

"Stop pretending. A minute ago you said you wanted to taste me."

"Is that so?" I murmur, our faces inches apart. Vlad's cool gray eyes boring into mine are filled with a storm of desire. "I don't remember."

"Asshole." He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, baring my neck. His lips find my Adam's apple, licking a trail across and down.

"Trying to impress me?" I choke out.

"Always," he breathes against my skin, before angling my head to capture my lips in a fiery kiss. It's a clash of tongues and teeth again. Sliding. Grazing. Our bodies—bare and electric—molding as if sculpted from a single form, cocks brushing with feverish heat.

We break apart, panting, a string of saliva connecting our bruised lips. "Fuck, Nico," Vlad groans. "I really need you to suck me now."

I chuckle darkly, dragging my mouth along the side of his cheek. "Ask nicely."

His brow arches up. "Are we doing this?"

"Oh, yes we are. You want me to suck your dick and I want you to beg me to do it. Even exchange. Don't you think?"

"I thought I made it clear who's in change," he whispers as his hand skims over my side and down to grab my ass cheek.

"Sure," I drawl, grinding myself against his hard thigh to get more friction.

"Fine," Vlad relents. "Please… Will you take my dick into your pretty mouth, Romeo?"

"I'll let you have this one, Hot Shot," I mutter in his year and steer us across the room and in the direction of the bed. We stumble backward in a tangle of limbs until the back of my knees hit the bed.

With a wicked grin, Vlad shoves me onto the mattress, crawling over me like a wild animal. His eyes rake over my body, a mix of reverence and raw hunger. "You're mine, Nicola Morelli," he growls, nipping at my earlobe. "And you'll do what I say."

Submission has never been something I craved, but at the sound of his voice, a whimper escapes my throat, and a need to yield coils tight in my belly.

Vlad slides up my body, his legs straddling my rib cage, and grabs my neck to still me. There's a spark of fear in my chest, but it only heightens the desire. He captures my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand as the other traces a searing path down my face. His fingers circle my mouth, then push past my lips and inside.

He whispers, "Open wide."

I obey instantly.

Vlad groans softly as he shoves his cock into my mouth. His head tilted forward slightly, just enough for his eyes to hold my gaze.

He pushes deeper, filling me up slowly but surely until I'm choking on him, until I fill him in my throat, fill the familiar stretch. My eyes water. Just then, he draws back just enough to watch me gagging on his length before pushing back in with force, fucking my face.

"Yes," he moans hoarsely. "Take it all."

A wet, obscene sound escapes me as I suck him greedily. Drool leaks out of the corners of my mouth, and he just moans louder. I lose myself in the sensation of serving him—of his thick cock pushing in and out of my throat.

He pulls out completely, his length is hard and glistening with my saliva, and my own cock is wound so tight that I swear to fucking God, I'm ready to come. Hands-free.

My mind is hazy, thoughts scattered like ashes in the wind. All I can focus on is the delicious weight of his body pressing me into the mattress.

"Not yet," Vlad mutters between his scratchy moans as he gives himself a few strokes. His pre-cum drips onto my chin, and I attempt to lick it off.

He swipes his finger over the drop and drives the finger into my mouth. "Suck it. Suck it good, Nico."

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