Page 13 of Sinister Legacy
A shameless moan slips from my lips, and King grabs me by the throat, trailing the knife down my chest. “You’re gonna drop to your knees and suck me like a good little slut, understood?”
I try to fight him off, hitting and kicking anywhere I can reach, but he overpowers me with his big body before pressing the knife to my cheek. I immediately stop fighting, panting through my nose.
His smile grows, his eyes shadowed by the hood. “Fighting will get you nowhere but fucked raw in the ass.”
Holy fuck…I ache everywhere, in the best way possible. I always knew King was dangerous, but I never realized how dangerous. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Isn’t that part of the thrill?” He puts his other hand on my shoulder, applying pressure.
“Why are you doing this?” I’m crying. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, but the single word that can stop this madness is far from my mind. For the first time in a long while, something stirs inside me.
My knees meet the sticky, hard surface, and I peer up at him when he uses the cold blade to lift my chin. Then he fists my hair so fiercely that I cry out.
“So fucking pretty.” King taps my lips with the blade, ordering me to stick my tongue out. He drags the flat end of the blade over it, up and down, while I rub my clit against the floor, desperate for any kind of pressure.
His grip on my hair tightens, and he taps my tongue with the blade. “Stop that, or I’ll cut your tongue out.”
With his fingers in my hair, he unbuttons his jeans with the hand holding the knife before shoving the front down and bending his knees slightly to line his dick up with my mouth. “Show me how much you want it.”
I slam my lips shut, trying to fight him off. The pleasure that shoots through me when he hurts me by pulling my hair and gripping me too hard is bringing me back to life for the first time since…
“Open your fucking mouth!” Fisting my hair tightly at the nape, he forces his cock between my lips.
I stare up at his shadowed face, tears cascading down my cheeks as he thrusts his cock down my throat. I choke, but he doesn’t let up. He’s a monster, and my suffering gets him off.
It gets me off, too.
“You like that, hmm? Such a filthy little slut, with your mouth stuffed with my cock.” He trails the blade of his knife over my stretched lips, and I swear, I nearly come.
He stands with his feet planted wide, his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth in a maddening rhythm. My face is covered in tears and snot and drool. I’m a fucking mess.
“You don’t think anyone sees you. But I do. I see how fucking dead you are inside.”
My clit throbs painfully while I dig my nails into his jeans-clad thighs. The sounds of my choking and gagging are loud in the room and feed the darkness in him. In turn, it lures my monster out from the shadows. We circle each other, teeth bared.
“You’re gonna let me fuck this pretty mouth anytime I want…” He slows down, pulling out and slapping his cock over my parted lips. “Something tells me one taste will never be enough.”
I bare my teeth, my panties soaked through with arousal.
King grips my chin hard and bends down, plunging his tongue inside my mouth. His kiss is as savage as his touch.
Biting my lip hard and pulling it away from my teeth, he moves back in for another soul-destroying kiss. His teeth nibble, bite, punish.
Just when I think I’ll die of oxygen starvation, he straightens up and rams his cock inside my mouth again.
He fucks my face with ruthless brutality.
As though I’m worth nothing.
A toy to be used and discarded.
And all I feel is relief.
Relief to finally be devoured by the devil.
“Such a good fucking girl!” he growls, pulling out and coming on my face, his hot cum squirting over my lashes and lips.
He milks his cock, his big hand stroking the thick length. I stare at it—at his veiny hand. It’s big and tanned, covered in tattoos, with long fingers. The blue veins on the back of his hand disappear into the sleeve of his hoodie. I want to see the muscles in his forearm shift.
