Page 54 of The Revenge You Seek
For half a second, I consider running. But not only would it be pointless in these heels, even if he did let me go, he'd find me after and this whole thing will be ten times worse.
A thrill races through me.
Maybe I shou— "Argh," I cry in surprise when he places both of his hands on my shoulders and pushes until I've no choice but to drop to my knees.
He stares down at me with my ripped dress around my waist, exposing my bare breasts and my hands resting on my thighs with impatience filling his eyes.
"You fucking owe me, Princess. So what are you waiting for?"
I drop my eyes from his, run-down fitted black hoodie and then to the huge bulge in his dark jeans.
"I thought I repulsed you," I breathe, my mouth watering as I imagine what he might look like up close.
I barely got a chance to see anything last time.
"Even the evilest woman can suck cock, Princess. Now, time to show me if you're actually worth anything."
He lifts his hoodie to reveal his waistband and just waits.
But much to his irritation, I don't jump at his orders.
"I don't have all fucking night," he growls, his grip on reality slipping.
"Oh really. Shame because I do."
Lifting my hand, I trace my fingertip over the imprint of his cock.
"You—fuck."
Ripping open his pants, he lets the fabric drop to his thighs and pulls his cock out.
Holy fucking shit. He's pierced. No wonder he felt so good that night.
A fresh wave of heat floods my core as I stare at him wondering why the devil himself has to have such a perfect fucking cock.
"Open wide, Princess."
Before I've blinked, the crown is pressing against my closed lips.
I fight him because I can't not despite the fact I'm damn near desperate to taste him, to make him lose control.
He wants to be the one with the power, following me around, threatening me, scaring me. Yet right now, he's like putty in my fucking hands.
He growls in warning before I release my lips slightly allowing him to push inside my mouth.
He thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat not a second later making me gag in shock.
"Don't disappoint me, Princess. Here I was thinking you were a dirty fucking slut. Or is it a different cock you want down your throat right now?"
I wouldn't reply, even if I could.
He pushes into me once again but I'm ready for him this time and I relax my muscles allowing him to go deeper without gagging.
"Fuck," he barks, resting one palm against the wall at my back as he watches me.
His length jerks in my mouth and I smirk, well as much as I can, wondering if he's that worked up by this that he's not going to last.
I suck him harder, deeper, give him everything I've got. If he's going to insist I'm nothing more than a dirty whore then I may as well live up to it.
