Heat uncurls in my belly, awakening the ache between my thighs and I hate the way my body betrays me.
Before this, I was simply at his mercy. Now I have nothing left, not even control over the crazy emotions racing through me.
I hate it and I hate him and I hate everything.
Desmier reaches out to touch my cheek, but I swat his hand away.
“I hate you.”
“So you should, Valkyrie, and I’d expect no different.” Malevolence sparks in his eyes, and I realize he really doesn’t care. “Now open your mouth and suck my dick like a good little slut.”
Lacing his fingers through my hair, he grabs a fistful and draws me closer to his cock.
My lips part and when he pushes his thick length into my mouth, I forget I’m just feeling my way around as a first-timer. Having him inside my mouth feels different than I expected—although I’m not sure I know what that is.
He tastes like temptation. His male dominance steals away my thoughts the same way he stole everything else.
“Suck. Hard.” He groans, the sound showing he likes what I’m doing to him.
It induces my mind back into that haze, and I start sucking.
Another primal groan pours out of him, making my nipples tighten. Then, using my hair, he grips tighter and deepthroats me.
I feel like I’m going to choke on his cock, but I adjust my mouth to take him, getting control of my gag reflex.
Everything in my mind vanishes when he starts fucking my face. The force at which he hammers into my mouth sets my body on fire, and every nerve sizzles. Lust overrides the blood in my veins, pushing straight to my pussy and suddenly I’m soaked.
Soaked in a way that I’ve never been before and I can no longer deny the need making my clit throb.
I know I’m treading in dangerous waters when this no longer feels like a punishment and I want him to touch me.
Touch me and take me.
Desmier lifts my face and stares down at me, our gazes locked. Him watching me sucking him and me watching the pleasure on his face.
We maintain eye contact while we continue this carnal act of passion. It makes me feel wild and free, not like the Anastasia I was even days ago. That girl was restricted and she felt trapped.
It’s ironic that I’m actually trapped now, but I feel free.
Free and addicted to the thrill like an adrenaline junkie riding a sledge down Mount Everest.
He rocks his hips and angles himself so he can increase the pace. Tears spring from my eyes, but I don’t want to stop.
I couldn’t even if I tried to because he won’t let me. His lock on my jaw means I will stay right where I am until he’s finished with me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he grates through gritted teeth. “And perfect.”
His cock stiffens in my mouth and his groans deepen, sounding more guttural and animalistic.
A savage roar then rips from his hard chest and cum hits the back of my throat. It coats it like hot cream, warming me up from the inside out.
The same savage energy wreaks havoc in my body and I want to make myself come.
Desmier pulls out of my mouth, but he doesn’t let go of my face.
Lifting my chin higher, he glares at me, his eyes still brimming with wild lust.
“Swallow.” The command bends my will further and my body instantly obeys.