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Slipping his fingers through me once more, he plays with my entrance but doesn’t push through, and I’m not sure what’s worse, wanting it or knowing I shouldn’t.

Saint draws his hand away and grabs the back of my hair, pulling me up to kneeling so my back is to him. He stands, circling around me, towering over me while my shorts are pulled to my knees and my pussy is exposed in the cold forest.

“You want to come, kitten?” he asks me, shoving his fingers in my mouth and forcing me to taste myself.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Too bad.” He pulls his hand out and reaches for his belt, slowly unbuckling it as my heart starts to race. “You didn’t ask for a prince. You asked to be fucked in the forest like a whore, rough and painful. That’s what you get.”

Saint slips his belt from the loops and he wraps it around my neck, tightening it like a leash and forcing me to look up at him. My fear alone has me struggling for breath. One pull and he could cut off my air.

Cut off my life.

To my relief, he holds there for only a moment before tossing it to the side.

Saint shoves his pants down in the front, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it with his hand.

My eyes widen at the sheer size of him. I know what I felt against me, but seeing it is something else entirely.

With one hand stroking his length, he grips my throat with the other. “Open that mouth. I want to feel you swallow.”

My lips part on an exhale, even if I don’t think I’ll be able to take what’s in front of me. And what’s more disturbing is that I want to try.

So bad my core burns as I kneel at his feet.

He slips two fingers into my mouth as his thumb grips my chin, opening me further.

“You’re going to have to open wider than that to take me.”

I open my mouth wider.

“Have you done this before?” he asks, his voice dropping to a deathly dark tone. “Did you suck your boyfriend’s cock before I slit his throat?”

I probably shouldn’t answer truthfully, but I don’t know what he’ll do if I don’t, so I nod.

Saint’s grip on my chin tightens. “You leave me with one of two options then.”

Stepping forward, he brings himself to my mouth, painting my lips with his precum that leaks out.

“I can use my blade to carve the memory of him from your pretty little throat.” He wraps his hand around my neck, and fear wells back to the surface. “Oryou can take me down it, and I’ll mark it where I guarantee he was too much of a pussy to go.”

I blink back the tears—the fear, the excitement. And against better judgment, I open my mouth wider for him.

“Good choice, kitten.”

Three words and Saint shoves himself in. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag around it. But instead of letting up, he tightens his fingers around my neck and holds me in place. His other hand wraps around the back of my head, and he takes away my control.

Saint pulls back before thrusting in again, harder. Deeper.

“Let me feel you swallow.”

He shoves deep, and I do as I’m told, swallowing. Tears spill from my eyes, and I can’t breathe. But the growl that rips from Saint’s chest has me doing it again and again.

He shoves himself in, and I want him to feel every ounce of pleasure from it.

“That throat.” He rocks his hips. “Fuck, that throat.”

His fingers clench, and his body tenses. He thrusts in harder—faster. His fingers twitch, and it’s the only warning I get before his warm release coats my throat.

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