Page 82 of Cursed

Instead of anger, an amused smile graced his lips. “No,” Titus drawled. The hand on my jaw slid down to my throat and he squeezed lightly before letting his hand drop away. His other hand, wound tight into my hair, still held me captive. “But it’s how you show me your loyalty.”

Loyalty... This wasn’t loyalty. It was obedience he wanted in exchange for his help.

With every ounce of willpower chaining down my fear and humiliation, I slowly sank to my knees on the cool stone floor. I maintained eye contact with Titus all the while. His expression remained unreadable even as his free hand unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly.

The whispers from the grimoire grew louder, as if excited by my submission as Titus pulled his cock from his pants.

“Good girl,” he purred.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and I suppressed a shiver at the darkness in his voice. Pain laced with pleasure shot through me as he gave another tug on my hair that forced me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His gaze was heavy with hunger, and his eyes reflected the gloomy, flickering candlelight of the library.

The grimoire’s whispers echoed inside my skull like a perverse chorus that cheered on my continued debasement.

Cautiously, I reached out and took hold of his cock. His hard length was hot and smooth against my palm, and his grip in my hair tightened almost painfully when I wrapped my fingers around his girth. His sharp inhalation was all the encouragement I needed.

He wanted me.

He was the one submitting here.

My movements were hesitant at first, but I watched him closely, and took note of every twitch of his brow or twitch of his lush lips. I needed to keep him distracted and on the verge of release while I finished the incantation.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

I did as he commanded, and Titus held me still as he pushed the thick head of his cock into my mouth.

The taste of him was overwhelming, and I moaned as his cock moved over my tongue. I almost choked on his length, but I forced myself to remain calm as he widened my mouth further with a slow thrust of his hips that pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. My hands rested on his thighs, and I relished the powerful muscles that flexed beneath the fabric of his pants.

His firm grip on my hair never eased. He held my head steady as he moved and pushed himself deeper into my mouth with each inward thrust.

The grimoire echoed in my mind with perversely joyous cheers. It reveled in my humiliation at Titus’ hands, and its shadowy energy flowed through my body like a pulsating heartbeat that matched Titus’s movements.

There was nothing sweet or slow about how he fucked my mouth and drool trailed down my chin as he pushed deeper and the head of his cock struck the back of my throat.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I opened my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks. His face was twisted with lust—dark and powerful, and an unnerving ripple of excitement coursed through me as I allowed him to take what he wanted.

His rhythm was relentless. The rigid length of him filled my mouth with a indulgent strokes. My body trembled under his dark dominion, and my own desires were drowned under the dire necessity of my objective.

All at once, his grip on my hair loosened, and I took the opportunity to regain some control.

I gripped his cock at the base and ran my tongue along the underside before I sucked hard on the thick head, which forced him to let out a gasp of surprised pleasure. I glanced up to see his head tilted back slightly.

“That’s it,” he encouraged through gritted teeth.

With Titus distracted, I focused on the incantation.

I pulled my mouth from his cock and drew a ragged breath, while with both hands, I stroked his cock with a steady rhythm.

Breathlessly, I murmured the words of the spell.

Titus released his hold on my hair and gripped the bookshelf behind him.

It was working.

There was a shift in the air and my body radiated with newfound power and opened my mouth to take Titus’ cock once more.

My mouth slid over his hot length and he groaned as I squeezed the base of his cock with my fingers as I pulled the dagger from its hiding place with my other hand.

I pushed away the fear and humiliation and focused on the last lines of incantation.

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