Page 154 of Controlled Burn
She wanted to scream.
She didn’t.
She opened her mouth.
He slid in with a groan. The heat of her lips wrapped around him, and he buried one hand in her hair, fisting it hard. She gagged. Her hands clung to his thighs for balance, digging into the fabric of his pants.
He controlled the rhythm.
Rough. Rhythmic. Possessive.
“So fucking good. Can’t believe how good you are at this.”
His breath hitched. His hips stuttered.
“Bet your daddy never imagined his little angel would take cock like this.”
Her tears spilled over.
Still, she stayed.
Still, she sucked.
And deep beneath the choking shame, something inside her shifted. Broke. A heat she couldn’t silence. A sick pulse that throbbed low in her belly.
Jake’s hips jerked forward hard.
“Gonna make a mess of you,” he groaned. “You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”
He was close. She could feel it. His thighs went rigid. His breath stuttered.
Then—
“Fuck, Talia—”
The name slipped out.
Kennedy flinched.
Like he’d slapped her.
Her entire body recoiled.
Jake didn’t even notice.
He came with a broken sound, spilling into her mouth. She choked. Coughing, gagging, tears blinding her.
He zipped up. His voice was flat, emotionless.
“Don’t say a word. This didn’t happen.”
And then he walked out.
Left her on the floor.
Kennedy
She knelt there a long time.
