“You want to act brave, then I’m going to show you exactly what happens to smart mouths. You’re going to swallow my cum like the fucking bad girl you are, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it.”
He roughly lets my face go, and the hand still tangled in my hair yanks me back to its previous position. I glare up at him through blurred eyes, but if anything, the sight only spurs him on.
He pumps his cock in quick, rough tugs. It doesn’t take long before he’s growling again, the veins in his neck tightening.
“What’s my name?” he growls.
“Kitt—” he briefly lets go of his dick to deliver a sharp slap to my cheek. It stings, but it wasn’t enough to actually hurt me.
I snarl. “Zade.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Open your mouth, little mouse. Now.”
When I refuse, he slaps his dick across my face again, this time harder. I’m getting tired of him slapping me. Rage burns hotter, and I’m tempted to reach over and bite the tip of his dick until it’s severed completely.
“You really want to test me right now?” he challenges, cocking that damn brow and breathing heavily. Desire shines in his yin-yang pools, and although he’s punishing me, he’s staring down at me like I’m a priceless jewel.
With reluctance, I open my mouth, hatred spewing from my eyes. He flashes a sinister smile before he says, “Now thank me.”
I go rigid, fury spiking hot. He wants me to do what?
“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum, Adeline.”
A dark edge creeps into his tone, and I just can’t let go of the fear, even as I work up the nerve to deny him. Images of him holding a gun to my face and pinning my tied-up body to the bed as he took what he wanted flash through my mind, fortifying the terror in my bones.
“Thank you,” I choke out angrily. As soon as I say the words, ropes of cum are spurting from his dick and right into my mouth.
A deep, rumbling growl releases from his throat, traveling straight to my core. I clench my thighs as my tastebuds are invaded with the flavor of his saltiness. Desperately, I want to spit it out right in his face.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathes.
In response, a tear slips from my eye. I shiver from the words, just as my hatred for him burns brighter.
When the last bit of cum drops from his tip and
onto my lips, he grabs my face again, pinching my cheeks together and preventing me from spitting it all back on him like I planned to.
“Swallow,” he demands, his voice dark and full of warning.
I do because I have no other choice. His seed slides down my throat, alongside a mouthful of hateful words I want to spit at him.
I refrain for now. The situation has cleared the alcohol-induced fog, and at the moment, I feel stone-cold sober.
He tucks himself back into his jeans and stares at me as if he can’t tell if he wants to eat me or hurt me.
“Your pussy is wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I snap back, my tone uneven and filled with unshed tears. So much for refraining.
“Let me see, little mouse.”
My brow plunges, and I stare at him in confusion.
“Stick your hand in your underwear, dip one of those fingers into your pussy, and show it to me.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he squeezes my cheeks again. Another tear slips free.
“Did you not just learn your lesson about having a smart mouth?”