Page 53 of Worship

Then, as if something in him snaps, he grabs me, forcing my mouth away from him. Instead of pushing me away like I think he will, he lifts and turns me until I’m sitting reclined on the bench, my head perfectly aligned with his jutting member.

Grabbing my hair to keep me in place, he presses his cock to my lips and shoves himself back inside my mouth.

“Is this what you wanted?” He sounds angry as his hips propel, forcing me to take him deeper, his accent more profound again. My eyes water, but I take all of him, his moan like music to my ears. Even though my throat is burning, and it feels like my jaw might snap in two, I don’t want him to stop. “For me to fuck your beautiful mouth like this?”

Pulling out and pushing in, I force myself to relax. To take him. I want to take him. To prove to him.

“You think just because I fucked you, Iwantyou?” He lurches down my throat again, fingers wrapping around my neck, blocking my air. He’s choking me as he fucks my mouth. Hard. Fast. Never-ending. My throat cries out in protest, lungs ablaze.

Grabbing his wrists, I squeeze my eyes shut, and just as I think I might pass out, he comes loudly, roaring out as his cock pulsates against my tongue, cum splashing down the back of my throat. I swallow down every drop he empties inside of me. Until he pulls free, releasing my neck. I tilt forward with the momentum, gasping for air as I fall on my hands and knees.

There’s a bang. Milton rips through the room, breaking furniture and smashing everything he can get his hands on. Gasping when I’m almost hit by a piece of apparatus, I crawl backward, until my back hits the wall. It feels like my throat has been split open. I reach up when something dribbles down my chin. After touching whatever it is, I’m shocked when blood coats my fingers. Right now, there’s no way to tell if it’s come from him or me.

He thunders through the room and smashes his fists into everything he can. Splitting open his skin and making himself bleed. Then, he turns to me, his chest heaving up and down, eyes clouded with a mixture of emotions that I’m not able to decipher. Just one.

Hate.

My bottom lip trembles as he storms over and grabs me. Opening the door, he pushes me out into the hall, yelling, “Get out!”

Reaching for the straps of my nightdress, I cover myself, a sob breaking through my lips. “W-Why?”

He slams the door in my face without saying anything more, and I stumble back when he yells out, his fists colliding with the door. Every thunderous bang pushes me further away. Until Milton’s destruction resorts me to breaking down and crying.

Continuing to shuffle back, the door getting further and further away, I’m stopped when my back hits a pair of legs.

“Get up.” A voice I swear I know snarls. Looking behind me, expensive polished shoes that belong to a man are right next to me. Craning my neck, I glance upward, sucking in a breath when I see Milton’s friend. Maxim Koslov.

He’s standing above me, black eyes glaring at me with disgust. Anger. “Isaid,get up.”

I swallow nervously as I stand. Wearing a gray suit with a red tie, his steely cold eyes connect with mine before snapping to the room Milton is still wrecking.

I’m not sure what crosses his mind, though I get the feeling Milton’s outburst has perturbed him. And it’s clear as he puts his gaze back on me where he’s pointing the blame. But then, I am to blame. “Come with me.”

“I-I can’t.” I try to go back to Milton, to stop him, but Maxim grabs my arm and tugs me forward. I yelp, his grip like a vice. “You’re hurting—"

“You’d be wise to not disobey me,” he warns, tone dripping with so much darkness, I shudder. “I’m not opposed to giving a woman a good slap when needed.”

He drags me away, and he isn’t gentle about it. Throwing me onto one of the couches, he roars, “Lisa!” Coming from nowhere and stumbling in her heels, it’s obvious even Lisa is afraid of Maxim as he barks out, “YA khochu kontrakt Milton s etoy devushkoy.”

She pulls a piece of paper from her bag promptly, and when he grabs it from her, he turns to me. “You see this?” It’s the contract—the one I only signed tonight.

He rips it. Right down the middle. Until it’s nothing but pieces floating to the ground.

“Idti k nemu,” he says in an ordering tone. Nodding, Lisa goes in the direction we left. To Milton.

“In five minutes, you are getting in a car, and it will take you back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

My heart drops to my stomach. No. He can’t do this. “I can’t leave—”

“I don’t want to see your face in this place again. Do you understand?” he demands, and the realization of what he’s doing sinks in. That he’s taking me away from Milton. Emotion clogs in my throat, and I start sobbing. He tuts. “Crying won’t get you anywhere with me.”

“You don’t understand—”

He pins me with a murderous stare. “Oh, I understand perfectly,suka. Whatever’s been going on between you and Milton ends tonight.”

“No,” I shout, despite the fear of this man. “I can’t leave him. He’s protecting me!”

“Not anymore.”

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