Page 66 of His to Ruin

“Open your mouth.”

Olivia instantly does as I command. I step closer and unceremoniously shove my cock into her mouth, right to the back of her throat. She chokes and casts an accusing glance at me as a tear slips from the corner of her eye. I pull back a little to allow her to catch her breath. If she passes out on me, I won’t get what I need.

I twist her ponytail around my fist and she winces as I tilt her head back, getting the angle just right. Olivia whimpers as I slide in deep, forcing her to take more of my cock than she has before.

“Such a good little whore,” I sneer as my balls slap against her face. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away from me.

I groan as I plunge in deep. Her mouth is hot and wet. Her lips clamp tight around my length. At first she tries to please me, massaging my shaft with her tongue, but as I pivot my hips, driving into her hard and fast, she gives up. I fuck her mouth mercilessly, ignoring her pathetic whimpering. If she struggled to get away from me, I’d let her go. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Olivia gags each time I hit the back of her throat. She never quite catches her breath. Her face reddens from lack of air. Tears stream down her cheeks as she chokes on my cock.

It doesn’t take long before I erupt, my seed bursting forth to coat her tongue. She swallows every drop.

“That’s it, my deceitful little slut. Take it all.”

As I pull my cock out of her mouth, I let go of her hair and she falls back, catching herself on the palms of her hands. Her face is a mess, streaked with tears. Her lips are swollen and red after the abuse I heaped upon them. A sob rips from somewhere deep inside her, but I don’t believe her sorrow for a second. Thiswoman is a liar. She’s been going behind my back with another man.

“Why are you crying?” I sneer. “Isn’t this what you like? To be treated like a whore?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why do you keep going back to him when he treated you this way?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you spreading your legs for Maroni, sucking his cock in some seedy little hotel room.”

Olivia scrambles to her feet. “Piotr, I…” She furrows her brow as realization hits her. “How do you know about that?”

I’m famously even-tempered, but this woman seriously tests my control. My frustration spills over and I yell at her. “I have the photos, Olivia.”

She stumbles backward, her mouth opening in shock. “Since when?”

“Since before I began to pursue you.”

“What?”

Something about her obvious distress fuels the anger inside me. How dare she act like the wounded party here? I advance on her, but she holds her ground.

“I saw those photographs, and I knew what you were. I wanted you for myself. I wanted you on your knees, my perfect little slut with her whore lips around my cock.”

Olivia draws back her fist and punches me in the face, the blow hitting my right cheek. I have to hand it to her, it actually hurts. She gasps in horror at what she’s done and tries to run, perhaps fearing retaliation. Grabbing her arm, I pull her back to face me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Wherever you’re not,” she spits. “And don’t try to stop me.”

“Stop you?” I let go of her arm. “Why would I try to stop such a worthless whore from running back to her lover?”

The look of utter devastation on her face is more than I can bear.

“Piotr.” The hurt in her voice kills me.

“Go,” I whisper. “Just leave.”

She hesitates, puts her hand on my arm as if she can still salvage something here, but we’re beyond that now.

“Get out!” I roar.

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