Page 53 of The Freedom in Captivity

For a moment, it looks like he’s about to comment, but then his lips firmly slam shut, his eyes soon following. A long blink and finally he looks at me again, his expression somehow even more resolute than before.

“Can’t help lust,” he says gruffly, but I already know, it’s not the first sentence that was in his head.

“Clearly.”

I release his cock to shift to the end of the bed, placing my legs on either side of his. With one hand, I cup his base, and in a quick movement, I have my mouth on him, sucking him as deep as I can in one go, sliding my tongue against his underside and then sinking back down.

Flynn and I haveneverdone gentle and I’m fucking happy that he isn’t starting now. A hand tightly weaves between the strands of my hair, and he creates a handle from it, urging me deeper, moving slowly before I choke. His other hand comes up to my neck and he strokes it, groaning low.

“This is a sight I fuckin’ missed.”

I pull back, teasing his head with my tongue, fiddling with the ring. It only lasts for a second before he’s shoving me back down his length, using my hair as his leverage. His need for control makes me want to hand him all of mine in a neat little bow.

“Ain’t the time for teasing.” He grunts, tightening his hand with his words, making a point. “Prove to me how sorry you are, Rozelyn. You always enjoyed sucking my cock. Show me exactly how much you’ve missed it.”

Flynn

There’s a point where rationality flies right out the fucking window.

The second I found Rozelyn masturbating in my shower, something flicked off in my brain. Or on—depends which way you look at it. Regardless, the fingers she had buried in her tight cunt became my solitary focus.

And my downfall.

I could very well be betraying the Corsettis in a way none of us fully understands. She might have fed me complete bullshit earlier for this exact reason: to break me. Or she was being truthful, and Stefano De Falco really did threaten me back then.

Whatever her reason for reaching for me, I had my own when I yanked her from the shower and pinned her to the wall. That no matter what I’ve denied, no matter how much I claim to hate her, I still want her. And maybe one time only. Maybe this is what I needed to do the other day—to fuck her once and rid my head of her—but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her when she wasn’t willing.

Maybe her granting consent means I can do everything good and bad to her I’ve been dreaming of since the moment she reappeared.

All I fucking know is I’m done thinking. About the past, the present, and the future. For now, I stop thinking. And justfeel.

Her mouth is wet and warm and she’s sucking me like a champ. I know for a damn fact I was her first back then, was the one who taught her to give oral and benefitted from it quite often. But the way her tongue drags along my underside, her teeth following behind to the point my balls draw up tighter, the threat of pain right there, tells memon soleilpracticed with other men and the urge to hunt every single one down and—

She gags, pushing back against the weight of my hand. I let up a fraction because I won’t have her dying now of all times. Guess the thought of where and how she’s been improving her skills had my hold on her getting heavier than I meant.

But as fucking fantastic as her mouth feels, I have better uses for her body. I won’t be coming down her throat today. Tightening my grip on her hair again, I pull until the burn on her skull has her mouth unlatching from my skin and I tip her head back to better inspect her face.

She’s breathing lightly, the edges of her eyes slightly watery. It’s fucking sexy.

Keeping my hold on her, I bend her backward until her hand falls away from where it was still gripping me. I press an open-mouthed kiss to her lips, my tongue licking against hers, tasting myself on her, until she whimpers.

“Guess you are still the fantastic cock-sucking whore I remember.” Cruel words, maybe, but they’re a throwback to ones I said to her when she first got here.

The corners of her lips curl up because this girl’s always embraced what I’ve thrown at her, and sometimes, even enjoyed it.

I reach between her legs, swiping a finger over her core, feeling how drenched she is. Soaking, and all without me touching her.

“No fight this time?”

“None,” she responds breathily and shifts her knees farther to the side, silently encouraging more of my touch.

So I give it to her, pushing my finger inside, watching her face as she takes me. She’s so wet, I immediately add a second one, curling them both until I find that button that makes her react. Makes her core clench, seeking more of the feeling.

“You’re going to come like this, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t stand for a week.”And then we’re going to leave my room and this will be yet another memory of our past to never speak about again.

“Yes.” Her eyes slam shut, her focus completely on what I’m doing to her. Her lips press together, and her hips rock into my fingers.

“Eyes on me,” I command, and surprisingly, she obeys right away. It’s unlike Rozelyn to do so, but I’m pleased it’s not a fight. “I want your eyes open when you come.”

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