Page 42 of Twisted Hearts

I spasm, my legs flailing and kicking, my panties still around my knees. My body twitches and writhes as I feel my pussy clamp down tight around his fingers while wave after wave of my arousal floods his hand and his slacks.

Slowly, he slides his hands from my mouth and from between my thighs. I’m still shaking when I feel the sudden heat of his lips right by my ear as he bends over me.

“Get on your knees, solnishka.”

It’s all a hazy blur. Slowly, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I slide from his lap onto the floor. I don’t do it because I feel threatened, though there’s a part of me that’s still sitting with that fear andfeastingon it.

I don’t do it because I’m worried about the consequences if I don’t do as he says, or because I feel like he owns me.

I drop to my knees on the floor in front of Gavan Tsarenko, my thighs still wet and my panties tangled around my legs, becauseIwant to.

I stare with wide, eager eyes as he slides his hand to the belt of his tailored pants—which do, in fact, have a large wet spot on them. Two wet spots, actually. One is from the cappuccino I dumped in his lap.

The other is fromme.

“You were right,” he growls quietly as his steely gray eyes slice into me. He smiles thinly. “Not about my ego. But you did hurt my balls.”

His belt opens. His zipper tugs down over the massive bulge beneath it. Then he slips his hand into his boxers.

“Maybe you should kiss them all better.”

Gaven lifts his hips and pulls his cock free.

My jaw drops.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

He’s fuckinghuge. I mean likehuge-huge. Long, veined, and literally as thick as my wrist, with a swollen crown already leaking precum.

My throat bobs as my eyes widen, shamefully staring at his monster dick.

What the fuck…

HOW the fuck…

“Eilish.”

I shiver, my eyes dragging from his enormous cock up to his smoldering eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

I flush as my gaze drops back to his hand wrapped around his huge dick.

“Yes, Sir.”

I say it unprompted. And when I do, a flicker of something wicked sparks in my core. The flicker burns hotter and stronger when I hear him groan.

“Good girl. Now take my cock in your mouth and show me just how good a girl you can be.”

My lips part. Slowly, I lower my face down to the swollen head. My lips brush the tip, and I shiver at the salty-sweet taste and the scent of desire mixed with that same bergamot, wood, andwealthscent that always seems to come with him.

I pucker my lips, kissing his crown once, twice, and then a third time. Then I shiver as I feel him wrap my ponytail around his hand before he clenches it in a tight fist.

“Open.”

I’ve never given a blowjob before. When we dated in high school, Brooks would whine and beg for one, and even occasionally made threats that if I didn’t, he’d find another girl to “take care of him”. I hate so much that that revolting tactic almost worked, but I was so caught up with wanting to be liked by his crowd. Luckily, we never actually got to that part before…well, before it blew up.

Beforethatnight.

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