Page 144 of Kings & Corruption

He shrugged. “No?Get your hands off me? Whatever you want.” I hesitated, because it turned out, even thinking about screaming for no reason made me feel self-conscious. “Would it help if I pretend to grab you?” Oscar asked.

“Maybe,” I admitted.

He stepped forward and grabbed my arms.

“Leave me alone!”

It wasn’t exactly a scream, so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Louder.”

He tried again.

“Leave me alone!” Better, but Oscar didn’t seem impressed.

His expression turned angry. “Someone is trying to hurt you, Willa.” He moved fast, stepping behind me and wrapping his arm around both of mine, pinning them at my sides and locking me in a backward embrace as he spoke low and menacingly in my ear. “They’re trying to take you, like they took Emma.”

“Leave me alone, motherfucker!” My scream echoed through the room, vibrating through my body as my adrenaline spiked, the bloodcurdling scream sending all kinds of freaked-out messages to my body.

I used one of the maneuvers he’d taught me to break the hold of his arms, then slammed my heel down on one of his feet.

“Fuck,” he grunted, stepping back.

I turned to face him, aware that I was breathing fast, that I was ready to defend myself even though the only other person in the room was Oscar.

“That was better,” he said. “How do you feel?”

I analyzed the question. How did I feel? I felt pissed. Hearing Emma’s name in the middle of the exercise had made what happened to her real in a way it hadn’t been before.

Sure, I’d imagined it. I hadn’t been able to help myself. Imagining all the ways she might have been taken — kicking and screaming, drugged before she could know what was happening, lured by someone she knew — had been the stuff of my nightmares for two years.

But feeling Oscar’s arms close around me, being momentarily powerless in the face of his greater size and strength, had unleashed something raw and animalistic in me.

Something that was determined tosurvive.

And also, maybe it was just the adrenaline, but I was fucking turned on.

“You okay?” Oscar asked.

His skin was covered in a faint sheen of sweat that only made his powerful body sexier, his nipple piercings faintly visible through the thin fabric of his tank top, his dick an obvious bulge in the gray sweats.

I was on him before I was conscious of making the decision.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and slammed my mouth against his.

He reached for my ass and lifted me into the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as the smooth metal of his tongue piercing teased my mouth.

I was already soaked for him, my pussy clamoring for his cock.

He stalked toward one of the weight benches and set me down, then tugged off my tank top and sports bra.

I lifted my ass so he could pull off my shorts and underwear, and I reached for his shorts and tugged them down, licking my lips at the sight of his pierced dick, wide and hard.

He pulled off his tank top and I closed my hand around his shaft, then took him in my mouth, stroking his balls as he slammed into the back of my throat.

“Fuuuuuck…” he moaned.

The piercing at the base of his shaft teased my upper lip, the metal crisscrossing his tip oddly erotic in the back of my throat.

I released him a little at a time, then went to work stroking his shaft while he fucked my mouth.

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