Chapter eleven
She was either brave as hell or stupid as fuck, and I walked the line of being impressed and thoroughly pissed off.
The look in her eyes was pure panic as I held the knife to her throat. I was a lot stronger than her. All it would take was one push, a slight force of my hand, and the blade would have pierced her delicate skin. I practically smelled her blood every time I inhaled. That little spot in her throat thrummed with her heartbeat. I’d held knives to throats a dozen times and it never made me feel like this. It made my mouth water. It made my dick hard. And this was just a taste of what I wanted to do to her.
My pulse roared in my ears as adrenaline rushed through my veins.
Iwantedto hurt her.
No.
Nother.
I wanted to destroy everything she represented.
But she refused to break, and that only fueled me more. She was supposed to be innocent and helpless. Grown men cowered in front of me, yet this woman sat here, meeting my stare without a flinch. Her gaze was dark, focused, intense, like there were a million thoughts swarming behind those eyes. I wanted them all. I wanted her words, her screams, and her tears. I inhaled a breath, craving the tantalizing scent of fear that I loved so fucking much. I ended up smellingherinstead—sweet lavender, vanilla, and… sex.
I knew what wet pussy smelled like and hers was dripping. Her lips parted on a ragged breath when her eyes found my dick hard as a fucking rock. Thatturned me on more than her fear, more than her defiance, more than her resistance. I wanted her submission. Ineededher to break. I didn’t care how.
My cock strained against my underwear, hard, thick and begging to be set free. I wasn’t a gentle man. My tastes had always leaned toward the rougher side of sex, but this? This was next level shit.
“Do you know what bad men do to nosey princesses with smart mouths?”
Her lips pressed in a line, as though she was trying not to say whatever was on her mind.
“We shut them up.”
She looked up at me with wide eyes the perfect blend of chocolate and honey, eyes that silently pleaded for me not to do what we both knew what was about to happen. This wasn’t her fault, none of it was. Still, I wanted to punish her for it. Innocent people paid debts they didn’t owe all the time. I would know. I’d been paying for other people’s sins since the minute my birth parents decided to leave me on the devil’s doorstep.
Karma was a bitch.
And I was about to make her choke on my cock.
I trailed the blade up her neck to the bottom of her chin. “Such a pretty throat. I wonder how deep it can take me.”
She swallowed, and her hesitation only made my dick harder.
I dropped the knife on the bed, then ran my thumb over her lips. With my other hand, I undid my pants.
Anniston shook her head as tears welled in her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
And there it was. Fucking finally. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. Her humility was at my fingertips. Fate handed her to me on a silver fucking platter. It would have been easy to keep her locked in this room and miserable for the next however-the-fuck-long it took to get her piece-of-shit father to do what he was told. But the minute I saw her, the darkness in me began to spiral into chaos.Keepingher wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved her like this, completely at my mercy. I wasn’t satisfied with having her under my roof. I needed her under my control.
“Yes.” I pushed my thumb between her lips, forcing it inside her mouth. “I do.”
Her lips parted as soon as I freed my cock. “That’s it, Princess. Open your mouth.”
I pushed my thumb past her teeth, opening her mouth wider. Then wider. I slid it over her tongue all the way to the back of her throat. “Yeah. It’ll fit just fine.”
She arched her back and ground her pussy against the bed as if she thought I couldn’t see that she was seeking some kind of relief.
My thick crown glistened with precum as I brought it to her mouth. I slid my thumb out and gripped her chin as defiance flashed in her eyes. “If you bite me, I won’t think twice about soaking this bed in your blood.” My gaze cut to the knife, and her eyes followed. “Nod if you understand.” She nodded her head once. “Good.” This was a battle she wouldn’t win.
I swallowed a groan as I slid the head past her lips and against her tongue. Jesus, her mouth was so soft, so hot. I clenched my teeth and pushed deeper. She stared up at me, her cheeks hollowed while her lips closed around my girth, and I fucking lost it. I moved my hand to her hair, twisting it around my fist, and started fucking her mouth in long, lazy thrusts. Panic flashed in her eyes as the tears fell over her cheeks when I hit the back of her throat. I held it there until she gagged. Anniston looked up at me with those wide eyes as more tears spilled down her face. Fuck.
Demons from my past sprang free and spread over me, like thorny vines around my chest, tightening and squeezing until I started to bleed out.
I fisted her hair and fucked harder. Plunged deeper.
Darkness swirled around me until I no longer saw her face looking up at me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, trying to cage the anger roiling inside my soul. The vines that had been holding me together finally snapped. I thrust into her mouth, shoving my cock down her throat without mercy. Over and over. Until my stomach tightened and my balls throbbed with the need for release.
I pulled out, leaving a trail of spit from my cock to her chin. My fist wrapped around my flesh. With three frantic, vicious pumps, the orgasm tore from my body, and I came undone, shooting hot ropes of cum over her chin, down her chest, and on my hand.
Her chest was heaving as she looked up at me, unblinking.
I tucked my dick back in my pants, swallowing a groan as I stared at the intoxicating way my cum coated her skin. “Let that be a lesson, Princess. Don’t play with me. I will always,alwayswin.”