Page 32 of Pretty Vengeful Queen

I stay completely still, waiting, and when he finally looks back down at me, his pupils are completely blown in those eerily pale eyes of his. “Open,” he grits out.

I do it, and he winds more of my hair around his hand, fisting it hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. It makes me moan again, heat flooding my pussy as he holds me firmly in place and guides his cock back to my open mouth.

I extend my tongue and he rubs his cockhead over it, feeding me more of his musky flavor.

“Put your right hand on my hip,” he orders, his voice tight with control. When I do, he rewards me by letting his eyes drop to half-mast as his hips jerk forward in a series of short, shallow thrusts, plundering the heat of my open mouth.

I want to suck his cock.

I want to fuckingworshipit.

But I also want exactly what Logan wants: I wanthimto be in control, and I want him to use me hard.

His eyes drill into me as saliva pools in my mouth and starts to spill down my chin. “Tap my hip twice if you need me to stop. That’s your safe word right now. Blink if you understand.”

I blink.

Logan continues to stare down at me, his cock resting on my tongue. He’s still holding back.

I need him to know I’m his and I want this.

I carefully close my teeth behind his frenulum, applying just enough pressure to make him hiss and suck in a sharp breath before I ease up.

He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, his hiss turns to a low, primal growl, and I can practically feel the darkness inside him start to bloom.

The changes in his demeanor are subtle but distinct. He’s still holding the most dangerous, most violent parts of his desire in check, but just barely.

The only reason I can see it now is because I know what to look for. It’s in his eyes, in the tight corners of his mouth, in the way he twists my hair in his fist until I gasp with the sharp sting… and then goes just a bit further.

He grabs my jaw with his free hand and pulls my chin down. “Open,” he says sharply, then exhales in a long, tight, controlled breath when I do it, fully opening my mouth to him. “Remember what I said.”

It’s the only warning he gives me.

With his eyes locked onto mine and enough force to take my breath away, he slams into the back of my throat and makes me heave forward on his cock. He doesn’t pause or let up. My eyes start to water as he thrusts even harder, his thick length blocking my airflow as he fucks my face for a minute, then lodges himself deep in my throat.

My body’s natural, reflexive instinct is to struggle, to fight, to push him away. I tamp down on those reflexes, though, holding his gaze and digging my nails into his thighs—daring him to keep going. Or maybe begging him to.

I don’t care that I can’t breathe. I don’t care that my throat is going to be just as sore as the rest of my battered, bruised body by the time he’s finished. I crave it, and fall a little bit more in love with Logan for not coddling me right now and giving me exactly what I need.

My vision starts to dim at the edges, my whole world narrowing to this moment, in this room, with this man who understands parts of me I never would have dared acknowledge before I met him.

“I fucking love the way your throat spasms around my cock,” he whispers, never breaking eye contact. “You really do trust me, don’t you?” He asks the question as if he’s being hit with that simple, honest truth for the first time, and I can feel something new open up between us. “I’m fucking choking you with my cock, but you aren’t even struggling. I’m hurting you.”

The heat in his eyes and the possessive, exquisitely painful hold he still has on me is at odds with the almost emotionless tone of his voice, and knowing we’re in this together, and that we both crave the same dark, twisted things, is comforting in a way I’m not even trying to comprehend.

I want him to take whatever he needs from me, to use me.

I want him tohurtme.

It’s everything Austin threatened me with, but it’s completely different now that it’s Logan. He’s in control, but this ismychoice, and I want him to push me to the very edge and then keep pushing so he can catch me when I start to come undone.

I start to feel lightheaded from lack of oxygen, and he grunts and pulls out until just the head of his cock is left resting on my tongue. It pulses in my mouth, the salty, bitter taste of his precum flooding my senses.

Logan flashes a look that’s as sexy as it is dangerous. “We have to slow down. I’m not ready to come yet.”

I moan and work the underside of his cock with my tongue, letting him slip completely from my mouth just long enough to admit, “I am. I need this.Please.”

My voice is just barely above a whisper and almost gravelly from the pounding he’s just given my throat, but I still want more.

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