Page 44 of Destroy a King (Five Kings 4)

He looks disappointed and I squirm a little. “Well, it’s not really normal life, for me, anyway.”

“What is?”

He seems interested to hear more, and I shrug. “I work, I eat, I sleep and I clean on weekends. To be honest, work is my life because I want to be the best. I’m not sure where that leaves me now though because when you find my stepbrother everything may change and I’m not sure what that means—for me.”

“What do you want your life to be?”

“I told you, I want to work. Be the best journalist I can. Run my own empire I guess, be my own boss and control my own destiny.”

“So, you’re ambitious.”

“Of course.”

“What about a family, marriage, babies even, isn’t that what most women want?”

I feel my feminist shackles rising and say tightly, “Can’t we have it all, sir?”

I raise my eyes and he surprises me by laughing softly and feeling bold, I say, “What about you, what do you want?”

For a moment he looks angry and I regret opening my mouth and then I watch in fascination as a wicked look is thrown my way and he says lazily, “I want you to suck my cock.”

“Excuse me.”

“You heard.”

I’m not sure if he’s joking or not, but from the look in his eyes, he means every word and so I stand slightly nervously and walk toward him.

“What if some…”

“Are you questioning me, Holly?”

His eyes flash and I remember his promise of punishment if I displease him and so I shake my head. “No, sir.”

“Then on your knees and suck my cock like I told you to.”

I sink to my knees and with one eye on the door, I unzip his pants and gasp when his hand pulls down sharply on my hair and he hisses, “Full concentration on me.”

The tears build as the pain increases as he pulls harder and I can’t remove his cock fast enough and open wide as he thrusts into my mouth. Using my own head to anchor me down, he thrusts in and out of my mouth roughly, without care, and for once this isn’t a pleasurable experience because he is using me and treating me like a piece of disposable trash. As he comes, I feel the salty spunk coat my mouth, throat and tongue and I gag a little and he hisses, “Swallow every drop.”

The tears fall as he increases the pressure on my head, and I wonder why he changed so quickly. As soon as I’m done, he pushes me away and growls, “Back to work.”

For a moment, I’m stunned. What just happened? He changed like a light switch from easy-going to a monster. As I retreat back to my work, I struggle to find a reason for it, replaying our conversation over and over in my mind, and yet there’s nothing. Is he mad, should I be freaking the hell out right now because what he just did was cruel and I feel cheap, used and dirty?

There’s a large part of me that will never be ok with what just happened, so I grab hold of that and run with it and say loudly, “May I have a word, sir.”

“What is it?”

He seems irritable and I swallow any nerves I have and say tightly, “I want an explanation.”

“I owe you nothing.”

Feeling the fury rising, I snap. “Wrong. You can’t treat me like I’m nothing. Like I have no feelings, no rights and no right to respect. You won’t even tell me why you just degraded me; don’t I have a right to know?”

“You think I degraded you, I told you what was involved.”

I feel my eyes flash as I approach his desk and stare him right in the eye as I hiss, “You never mentioned I would feel like this. How dare you make me feel worthless, disposable and if my feelings don’t count? Well, you can stick your apprenticeship up your…”

“ENOUGH!”

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