Page 178 of The Catalyst

“Get on your knees for me, crazy girl. It’s your turn to worship your God. I just finished praying to mine.”

Those words are such an aphrodisiac that I do exactly as he demands and drop to my knees in front of him. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft, I suck the tip into my mouth, but I’m not going at his pace. Oliver grips my hair at the roots and thrusts straight down my throat, stretching it with his girth, and my eyes slam closed to breathe through the adjustment.

It has been too long since he’s been in my mouth.

“Eyes on me, crazy girl,” he growls, and my eyes open, taking in his nearly black eyes full of desire as his chest rapidly fills with air. “You can take it,” he whispers as his thumb teases my bottom lip, full of his massive cock. “You can handle every inch I give you, my good fucking girl.”

I moan as I work him over, sucking and teasing the underside of his cock as he thrusts into my mouth. I’m going to make sure he loves every second on my tongue and down my throat.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans as I drag my teeth down his shaft, and the man shudders with pleasure. I sputter around him as I suck up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks around him. “That’s right, baby. Suck my cock just like that. Keep it up, and you’ll make me explode.”

Reaching into his pants, I stroke his balls, and his hands fall out of my hair, gripping the counter behind me. His abs flex beneath his shirt as his balls tighten, and he spews a long line of curses, his hips bucking against my mouth.

“Don’t fucking swallow it,” he growls a moment before ropes upon ropes of his come shoot into my mouth, and I allow it to marinate on my tongue, humming at the taste of his salty goodness.

He slowly pulls out of my mouth and grips the base of my chin, guiding me to my feet.

“Show me, beautiful,” he commands, and my mouth falls open, my tongue cradling his release like its my most prized possession. Then, he spits right into my mouth. Even though I’ve had his tongue in my mouth plenty of times, the action is deliciously filthy, and my body craves more.

Oliver slams his mouth down on mine, and runs his tongue along mine until our mouths are equally coated in his release and saliva.

Nothing has ever been so hot in my life.

CHAPTER 69

MARTIN

This is the treatment I get whenever I defy him, but the twisted part is he knew I would. He already knew I would take any punishment to protect her. It doesn’t matter what kind of issues I have with her past actions. There is only one face painted across the beating muscle in my chest and it is the face of a green eyed goddess.

Two members of my father’s private security team pins my arms in place, crossing my lower back.

“When are you going to learn to behave, Martin?” my father asks as he lights one of his cigars. My bare chest is already covered in dark purple bruises from the repeated punches, but I know that’s not the worst of my torment.

He stands there, all posh and put together, as he puffs on that damn cigar. He pushes off the edge of his desk and walks over as I scowl at him. Sweat pours down my face, but I’m not scared.

“Are you going to apologize for your insolence, son?” he presses, but my eyes just narrow further. “You know, if you don’t start acting like a member of this family, I might have to redirect your punishments to that young woman you seem so infatuated with. Emotional attachments are a pesky thing. They only bring trouble and give people a way of punishing you without laying a finger on you.”

I yank at my arms, but the guards hold them tighter, twisting my wrists at a painful angle.

My father is unfazed. “So emotional. Tsk.” He slowly shakes his head in disappointment. “Such a shame. You’re just going to make her punishment that much worse. Is that what you want?”

He’s going to keep doing this until I concede. He’ll continue to threaten Beth over and over and each time it will get progressively worse.

I won’t let him touch her. He knows that. We wouldn’t be here right now if he didn’t. He’s punishing me because he knows it will upset her to know why and because I protected her from his wrath. He doesn’t like being bested by anyone, definitely not by someone he considers to be less than himself.

“Don’t punish her,” I grit through my teeth from the pain.

My father throws his head back and laughs. “You think you’re in a place to make demands?”

I meet his eyes with shame deep inside me, a reaction he wants. “I’ll apologize and I’ll take her punishment. However, if you touch her, I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you afterwards. You should’ve seen what I did to O’Reilly when I found out what he did to her. It took him a few weeks to start looking normal again.” Then, I narrow my eyes at him. “And I actually liked him before.”

For a fraction of a second, he pales, but the expression is gone almost as soon as it came. It was a threat and he knows it, but it was veiled to look like a warning.

My father doesn’t like being embarrassed. He’ll let someone verbally degrade him for hours as long as it’s just the two of them, but if there is another person in the equation, he goes scorched earth.

He exchanges a glance with one of the guards before he gives a curt nod.

“I think my son can handle another round. Show him how painful those pesky emotions can get. Don’t be afraid to mess up his pretty face.”

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