“You would finally understand the real meaning of ownership. I wouldn’t just own you. You would need me like your next breath. Crave me like the purest drug.” His teeth nip at my neck, punctuating each sentence. “And you would own me.” As if only just figuring it out himself, he releases me and takes a step back. His hands run through his hair in frustration. “This shouldn’t have ever happened.”
Bitterness crawls inside of me like a disease and a frown creases his forehead from my expression. At my disappointment. The fire is back in his eyes, and he reaches to grab me again. But this time, I pull away.
“You tell me to stop playing the victim...then stop treating me like one.” I touch his chest and push him back, forcing him to sit on the bench. He watches me warily as I kneel in front of him and grab his black shorts, but he slaps my hand away, hard enough to sting.
“No,” he says. “I won’t take pleasure from you.”
I reach for him again. My fingers brushing against his rigid length as I pull the strings loose. His teeth clench together like he’s in pain.
“God damn it, stop.” He catches my wrists, but I pull away from him and look down, seeing a pair of black briefs cupping his erection. I stroke him through the fabric, and he flinches. Grabbing my shoulders, he glares down at me. “Can’t you see I don’t fucking want you? Go back to bed.”
Humiliation burns through me, like a bucket of ice being thrown over me. But it’s not true. I know it’s not. “You do want me.”
His hands shake as he squeezes my skin, blunt nails digging into me. But I ignore the pain and pull the elastic waist of his briefs downward, enough to free his cock that springs forward, solid with moisture glistening at the tip.
My mouth pools. I’ve never wanted to put someone in my mouth before. The sight of him quaking at my touch turns me on and I’m dying to taste him.
I want to own him.
Once again, he grabs my wrists and forces them to my side. “I will hurt you. Don’t.”
“You won’t.”
“The last time I saw you like this, you were sucking that fucker’s cock.”
My eyes squint. “And I bet you wished it was yours.”
“Fuck you, Heidi,” he spits, and I lean forward, licking his tip, tasting him. Oh, fuck. He tastes so good, and I wrap my mouth around his thick knob, stretching my jaw to take more of him into my mouth. He suddenly grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He looks menacing. Like he wants to kill me for real this time. “You have no idea how close I was to gunning everyone in that room down that night. I wanted to. And the way you sucked him off—”
“You think I liked it?”
“Yes.” I lay my hands on his thighs and drag my nails down his skin, tearing into his flesh but only leaving marks.
“I did what I had to do, unlike you.”
Despite him still having hold of my hair, I lean forward and lick him again, never wanting something so badly in my life. To taste him and fuck him with my mouth. He was right—I do crave him. I did back then, and I do right now.
I lift my eyes in time to see torture spreading over his face as he watches me take him into my mouth again. How I slide my tongue down his long length, lapping him up before sucking. “Does it feel good?”
I dig my nails in harder as he tries to stand, this time feeling his skin break under my fingers. His breaths get heavier. “Stop. For fuck sake, stop.”
I open wider, wrapping him with my mouth and move my head down until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I don’t stop, and every time I take a tiny peek, his eyes are intense. Angry. Insane for me.
Then, as if something in him snaps, he grabs me, forcing my mouth away from him. Instead of pushing me away like I think he will, he lifts and turns me until I’m sitting reclined on the bench, my head perfectly aligned with his jutting member.
Grabbing my hair to keep me in place, he presses his cock to my lips and shoves himself back inside my mouth.
“Is this what you wanted?” He sounds angry as his hips propel, forcing me to take him deeper, his accent more profound again. My eyes water, but I take all of him, his moan like music to my ears. Even though my throat is burning, and it feels like my jaw might snap in two, I don’t want him to stop. “For me to fuck your beautiful mouth like this?”
Pulling out and pushing in, I force myself to relax. To take him. I want to take him. To prove to him.
“You think just because I fucked you, I want you?” He lurches down my throat again, fingers wrapping around my neck, blocking my air. He’s choking me as he fucks my mouth. Hard. Fast. Never-ending. My throat cries out in protest, lungs ablaze.
Grabbing his wrists, I squeeze my eyes shut, and just as I think I might pass out, he comes loudly, roaring out as his cock pulsates against my tongue, cum splashing down the back of my throat. I swallow down every drop he empties inside of me. Until he pulls free, releasing my neck. I tilt forward with the momentum, gasping for air as I fall on my hands and knees.
There’s a bang. Milton rips through the room, breaking furniture and smashing everything he can get his hands on. Gasping when I’m almost hit by a piece of apparatus, I crawl backward, until my back hits the wall. It feels like my throat has been split open. I
