Page 44 of Pride

My insults always seem to just rebound off of him as if he’s made of stone.

“Open your mouth wide.”

I clamp my mouth shut, even though deep down I know it’s futile.

His grip tightens around the back of my neck to keep me still as I try to move away. “Stop trying to fight the inevitable.”

For once, his words penetrates my soul as I slump in defeat, knowing that if I don’t obey him, he will only keep pushing harder until I do as he says.

Relinquishing, I open my mouth wide, allowing him access to the depths of my throat. His thick cock slides in inch by inch, sending terror spiking through my veins as I gag around him.

He holds me still, refusing to let me escape from his grasp. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve swallowed every single drop of my cum.”

He starts to rock his hips, thrusting into my throat as if he is fucking me. Each movement feels like he’s trying to rip my throat apart. My mind flashes with horror as I desperately try to breathe but find it almost impossible. The only thing I can do is endure him and pray that it will be over soon.

“It would be easier if you stopped freaking out and breathed through your nose, love.”

I glare at him, which only seems to spur him on. Yet, I can’t disobey him in this position and the moment I take his advice, my entire body relaxes. Oxygen flooding my lungs enough for me to not think I’m about to die. And I hate to say as he continues to use my throat, fucking it and grunting above me, my pussy starts to drip with arousal.

His hips rock back and forth, faster and harder, forcing me to moan around his thick girth.

“That’s it, Bella. Moan around my cock,” he growls, his fingers tightening around the back of my neck as he shoves himself even harder into the back of my throat. “Fuck. Open that throat for me just like that.”

The terror that had once spiked through my veins was now replaced by an inexplicable pleasure that makes me tremble in anticipation of more, despite everything.

I’m no longer under his control; I’m submitting to his will willingly, as he uses me the way he wants. A sickening and yet irrefutable truth.

His labored breathing fills the surrounding air, as I sense him getting closer.

He starts to move his hips even faster, and I feel the swell of his cock grow in my throat as he gets closer to release.

He groans loudly above me, head thrown back, as he releases my neck for the first time. The pleasure is written all over his face as his cum shoots into the back of my throat, making me gag even more as I force my eyes away from his face.

“Swallow it for me,” he growls.

And when I look back at him, those ice-blue eyes are watching me intently.

“Every fucking drop.”

I swallow, drinking down his seed willingly as my pussy throbs with need. It’s shameful. The taste of him fills my mouth, and I can’t help but moan. A feeling of power surges through me as I know that I made him come.

“Good girl, Bella. You’ll make a wonderful wife,” he says.

Fire rips through me as I feel his pleasure subside and reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “You’re a fucking bastard.”

Time is quickly running out, and I hear Nina’s footsteps coming down the hall, forcing me to scramble to my feet. “Shit, you’ve got to get out of here—Nina’s going to be here any second.”

Isiah casually stuffs his cock back into his pants and takes a step closer to me, his fingers digging into the back of my neck. His knowing smirk only amplifies the fire I can already feel raging inside me. “Shame I don’t get time to taste you, but maybe next time,” he murmurs, as if he can sense my disappointment.

My nostrils flare as anger spikes through me, but a part of me is disappointed there wasn’t any time. And then he yanks me into him, pressing his lips against mine in one final passionate kiss, no doubt tasting his own arousal on my tongue.

A low rumble comes from his chest, almost undoing me. Right now, I wish I didn’t share a bedroom, as I need to come more than I’ve ever needed to in my entire life.

The door swings open and Nina gasps when she sees us there.

“Don’t worry, I was just leaving,” he says, giving me a smug smirk. “Sweet dreams, love.”

And then he turns around and walks arrogantly past Nina and out of the room without another word spoken between us.

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