Page 97 of The Secrets That Kill

“I…I don’t want to.”

“When I say should, take it to mean I’m ordering you to. As your master.”

My spine stiffens, heart thrashing in my chest. Two can play the game. He keeps calling me a brat. I’ll show him how much of a brat I can be because I know he’s just as worked up as me. His cock is practically busting through his pants, he’s so thick and hard. His breath is uneven, eyes dark with longing.

He might sit there, holding an air of cool around him, but I think he’s fever hot inside like I am. We’ve lit a fuse, and I need to be there when it explodes.

I need to have him inside of me, anyway I can.

If I blow him, get him to that point like he does with me, then maybe he’ll fuck me.

I push off his lap.

“Pollyanna, what the hell are you doing?”

“Earning a spanking.”

I undo his zipper and pull out his cock. He doesn’t try to stop me. The only noise that hits my ears is his harsh breathing when I lean in and take him deep in my mouth. He shifts a little to give me better access.

Swallowing him down the way he likes it, I start to bob my head. I take him deep, sucking hard, then drag my lips all the way up to the head and tease his slit. I find a rhythm he likes, his hand is in my hair resting, occasionally pushing but he lets me do it because he likes it. And I’m getting off on it, too.

“Keep going, Ivy, oh fuck, that’s good.”His fingers tighten and my plan of having sex might need to wait because I want his cum. I want it more than anything in this very second.

He pushes me down. “Like that. Fuck yes. Swallow me down. Good girl.”

He’s getting close, his cock so massive I almost choke. It twitches and throbs, and he pushes into me with more urgency.

“Oh fuck.” Mercer pushes my head right down and hot cum hits my throat as I gag on him. When he’s done, he says, “Show me that pretty face.”

I look up and there’s a dark expression on his.

Then I see the phone in his other hand.

“There’s one for my spank bank. Or maybe to share. Want to see the video, Pollyanna?”

I recoil like he hit me, and I jump up from the floor before kicking off the shoes and grabbing my clothes.

Because suddenly I feel shamed and way too freaking naked.

“Bastard.”

His smile is bitter. “I warned you. And yes, I know I am. Go to fucking bed.”

I turn and run out of the room, not looking back, vision blurred with tears I refuse to let fall.

Because maybe he really is the beast he claims to be, and I have to start accepting that I won’t ever be able to cut through the viciousness surrounding his heart.

TWENTY-FOUR

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I needto stop watching the goddamn video I took the other night.

That thing is torture, and even though I told Ivy I might share it, no fucking way is that happening.

She’s back at my place, surrounded by chemistry books to get a jump on her classes after spring break.

She has no idea she’s not going back to school.

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