Page 364 of Hell Hath No Fury
Pope pulled back a fraction.
"Breathe deep," he ordered. The hand he'd curved around my neck tightened. "I'm gonna choke you while you come."
I didn't pause to process his order—my body already trained to obey his commands. I sucked in air, my heart slamming into my chest as he cut off my air supply.
Our eyes met, mine growing wide, his dark with pleasure. He increased the pressure of his hand against my windpipe—the action at once terrifying and exhilarating.
Surrender.
The thin veneer of control I'd maintained throughout the night had been ripped away. Here I stood at his mercy, my orgasm, my pleasure, my breath, my life in his hands.
I shattered, breaking apart, my orgasm tearing through the walls I'd built around my emotions—obliterating the anger I'd fed until nothing but numb pleasure remained.
Black sparks danced at the corners of my eyes, the world beginning to take on a fuzzy quality.
"Easy," Pope whispered, slowly easing the pressure from my throat. "Breathe, Jules."
I gasped for air, allowing Pope to support my weight as tremors ran through my limbs. He ran a hand over my hair, gentle but firm.
Despite my powerful climax, I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off once more. I wanted Pope to fuck me until I forgot everyone and everything but him.
"Jules? You out here?"
At Lilith's call, I stiffened in Pope's arms, praying my friend wouldn't round the back of the bar to find me half-naked in the dark with a strange man.
Shit.
Silently, Pope stepped back. Suddenly chilled, I hugged myself, trying to ignore the shivers of unease that swirled in my gut.
"Better get back to your friends, Little Red." He lifted his thumb to his mouth, licking the finger that had fucked me so effectively. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Unless you're looking to join my club as one of the house whores?"
I stiffened. “Excuse me?"
He shrugged. "Just saying. If you want a fun way to pass the lockdowns, stay with us. You'll get plenty of cock." He reached out to toy with one of my curls. "And we could have fun finding your boundaries."
I stumbled backward, pressing into the chain fence. "Is that what you think of me? That I'm just after dick?"
He frowned. "Aren’t you?"
Pulling the tattered remains of my dignity around me, I forced steel into my spine.
"You may be decent in the sack, Pope. But today proved you'll never be the kind of man worth a second glance."
I watched my words land, watched the pain flash across his face like a slap before he hid it away, his blue eyes turning to ice.
"Fuck you, Jules."
Anger and pain morphed into a desperate, fearful brew.
Hurt him before he hurts you.
I turned on my heel, giving him my back. "Too late. You already have."
He spat on the ground. "I wouldn't fuck you again if you were the last woman on earth."
I flicked him the bird over my shoulder. "You're a child,Ben. Go trade barbs with someone who gives a shit."
