Page 3 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

I grind my teeth together.

I was really hoping to get off with either rolling someone for their cash or just a blow job tonight, but that would keep Etta in stock for a few weeks.

“Whatever you want,” I tell him quietly.

Simon crouches down in front of me, his eyes glistening in the dark, his smile becoming wide and dangerous.

“Anything?”

I nod, my eyes on the money.

“Tell you what,” he says conversationally, “I’m a relatively simple guy. How about you suck my cock now for fifty and then we’ll go back to your place, and you let me fuck your sister. Don’t worry, I’ll be good to her if my guess is right about what kind of medicine it is that she needs.”

I immediately get to my feet, swipe my jacket off the ground and pull it on.

“Not a chance in hell. Thanks, though,” I say to him as I start to make my way toward the mouth of the alley.

“She’s a junkie, isn’t she?” he calls out, damn near making me come to a halt. It’s a taunt, not an observation, but if he thinks I’m letting him get anywhere near Etta, then hereallyis fucking insane.

I hold up a middle finger as I keep walking, the mouth of the alley looming closer, when suddenly a hand firmly grips me by the elbow.

My body is effortlessly tossed against the wall, the back of my head hitting the bricks, and I let out a groan from the sharp, blinding pain.

“Or,” he begins, as he moves quickly and pins me against the wall, “you can let me stretch that tight hole of yours for fifty and we’ll call it a night.”

“Or we can forget we ever met each other tonight and go on our ways,” I bark as I reach forward and shove him away.

Due to Etta’s habit, I don’t get to eat much so I know I look a hell of a lot less stronger than I really am, and I think he’s fallen for that little mirage.

“Nah, I like my idea better,” he replies. Before I have another chance to tell him to fuck off, he pulls a fist back and punches me in the stomach with all of his might, dropping me to my knees, then kicking the side of my head, causing me to become dizzy.

“This is gonna be fun, Oliver. Try to enjoy yourself, and be the dirty whore that we both know you are.”

Chapter

Three

Igag as he shoves his cock down my throat, and begins to mercilessly thrust his hips. It’s almost as if he’s trying to come instantly and break my neck at the same time.

How did I end up falling for another pretty face knowing that the last one damn near killed me?

I try to bring my hands up to find a way to pull him off me, but he’s got me arms pinned down by the shoulders with his knees as he continues to relentlessly fuck my throat.

With each thrust, I can feel myself becoming less human—any sliver of humanity that was left in me dying slowly.

“Come on, you should know how to work a cock in your mouth,” he grunts as he thrusts it so far down my throat, that my eyes water, and my lungs desperately attempt to gasp for air.

When I open my eyes again and I see the sinister smile on his face, I know that unless I do what I said I would, I’ll never see Etta again.

I nod as best as I can, and he finally pulls his dick out of my mouth with a nod.

“Good boy,” he breathes as he pulls me up from my back and pushes me back against the wall. I run a dirty, sweaty hand back through my hair as I settle into place, then remind myself that Etta is worth this and more.

“Are you going to do this, or do I have to take over again?” he taunts, running the head of his cock against my lips.

He doesn’t trust me enough to run away, so he’s kept me sitting on the rough, dirty ground.

With a nod, I inhale a painful breath, reach forward and grab his spit-slicked shaft, then lean forward.

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