Desmier moves away, stopping his wild suckle, and stares at me for a moment.
That’s the only moment of reprieve he gives me before he dives in between my thighs and sucks on my clit. I cry out from the impact, a sound infused with pleasure and pain. Both are unbearable but soon, they become the same. In an instant I crave both like an addict who needs her next fix of a potent drug.
I don’t want him to stop. I want this. I want more and I wanthimto give it to me.
Shame fills me at the thought, but not enough to make me feel bad when I feel so good. And not when he starts eating me out, mixing up his actions between sucking, licking, and nibbling on my clit.
Unable to hold myself up, I grab his ripped shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips for the first time.
Desperate moans hum from my lips as he continues feasting on my pussy, and I can’t believe those sounds are coming from me.
One hard tug on my clit sends me into overdrive and a bone-chilling orgasm reverberates through me, shattering my senses. My entire being quivers in total surrender and I know the world as I knew it will never be the same again.
Desmier licks me clean, drinking every last drop. When he’s finished he pushes to his feet and my hands slip from his shoulders.
He straightens and I notice the bulge in his pants straightaway.
We both stare down at it, but he smiles.
For a brief moment, my awareness returns and I realize I’m practically naked. I try to cover my breasts, but he catches my hands and pins them to either side of me.
“Want more?” He pushes his bulge into my thigh, and as his pants are still undone, I can see the fat mushroom head of his cock poking out.
“I… I…” My words come out in a stutter and my mind continues to spin on a spiral of ecstasy.
“See what you do to me?”
Desmier moves closer, hovering an inch away from my lips like he’s going to kiss me. His warm breath tickles my skin, making me entertain the thought of his lips on mine.
Instinctively I lean in to receive the kiss, almost tasting him but he moves away, severing the connection. Then his eyes become guarded and he slips back into the devil I know.
“We’re done for tonight,” he says, even sounding like the devil. “Consider this round one.”
Round one?
My brain snaps to attention when I process what he’s saying. “What do you mean, round one?”
“I mean your punishment will be done when I say so.” The grin sliding across his face is evil and mocking.Mocking me. “You will end your days with my cock in your pretty little mouth. Until I decide to change things up.”
A stab of humiliation pierces through me and I feel like a slut. This really is a game to him and I’m just a toy.
“You can leave now, AnastasiaSidorov.” The way he says my name in that hate-filled tone dripping with venom is to remind me that he hates me.
Hatesme. Not just my father; me too.
In his eyes, Uther Sidorov’s daughter is little more than a thing you treat like nothing.
I move away from him, grabbing the remnants of my top to cover myself. Then I rush through the door, fleeing his cruelty.
When I take the corner, I run past the crest, cursing it and my damn curiosity for the mess tonight became.
I run faster, wishing I could run out of here and far away to a place where no one can find me.
It’s just a wish, a dream my heart wants, because right now, the only way I can escape is the same way Mom did.
Through death.
But I don’t want to die.