Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
My eyes widen. He’s really going to make me do this, isn’t he?
Fuck.
I want to scream, but it wouldn’t do a thing.
I’m in their lair, and no one here would help me.
And if I don’t do what he wants, I’ll never see that diary again.
I have no choice.
Making a face, I stare him down as he tilts my chin down so my eyes follow. His abs tighten through his shirt as he pulls his cock right through the hole of the zipper. It’s hard. Curved. And huge. Much bigger than any of my previous lovers.
But that’s not the thing that makes me gasp.
It’s the number of piercings.
Four of them, at least, an ampallang through the glans and a ring below in the frenum, one barbell through the shaft, and a ring through the pubic. Jesus.
“Like my jewelry?” He pushes my chin down until my lips part. “You’ll like it even more when they slide across your tongue.”
“You’re fucked up,” I say.
“You don’t even know how badly,” he retorts. “Now part those pretty fucking lips for me, Pen, and let’s see how fucked up you can get too.”
Before I can even say another word, he’s already slipped his hard-on into my mouth. The cold sting of his barbells hit my palate, almost making me gag, but he keeps going, ignoring all the coughs and heaves I’m doing as he goes deeper and deeper.
“That’s it. Show me how much of a fucking slut you can become,” he groans. “Now suck my cock like a good slut would.”
I wrap my tongue around his shaft.
Then I bite down.
He growls but doesn’t pull back.
Even when the metallic taste of blood sits on my tongue.
“You think a little blood will make me stop?”
SLAP!
My cheeks sting with heat from the palm of his hand.
“She bit you?” Dylan asks, and he flicks his finger. “Ali. Put it in the fire.”
Alistair jumps up from his seat, the diary tumbling from his shirt.
My eyes widen as he rushes for the fireplace in the back and holds it in front of the flames.
No!
Felix grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Now, are you going to behave?” he growls.
I nod, but it’s a reluctant nod, one of fierce rebellion.
Alistair slowly pulls away, even though he’s still close enough to the fire to chuck it in if I don’t do exactly what I’m told.
Fuck.
I’ve really gotten myself deep into trouble.
Felix’s fingers push into my cheeks as he forces my lips around his shaft. “Your tongue belongs to me now. And I will fuck it how I see fit.”
He thrusts inside without warning. I struggle to even breathe.
He holds my face in place, making it impossible to move, let alone speak as he ravages my mouth over and over. His barbells cling against my teeth and scrape my throat raw.
Tears well up in my eyes—not from the rage but from the way he plunges inside and makes me gag.
But the worst part of it all is how I can feel my panties slowly growing wet.
Fuck. This should not be happening.
I ignore the desire building in my body and focus on the moment, trying to get through it without losing my sanity.
But it’s hard, so hard, with those twisted half-mast eyes coldly glaring deep into my soul with heartless cruelty.
He pulls out, only to thrust back inside all the way to the base.
Brutal.
“Take it like a good fucking slut, Pen,” he groans.
His length bobs up and down against my throat, making me intensely aware of every passing second.
Because I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.
When he pulls out again, I suck in the oxygen, worried I might not have any the next time he does it.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says.
I wish I could say no.
But this diary … it’s more important to me than my own body.
When I do, he plunges back in with no remorse, fucking my face as he holds it in place.
“I’m going to fucking coat your tongue with cum, and you’re going to swallow it all,” he groans.
When I shake my head, he grabs a fistful of my hair and buries himself to the hilt. “You don’t get to say no to me, Pen. This is the deal. You want your diary? You’ll eat my fucking cum to get it. Now lick.”
I struggle to even stick out my tongue without gagging, but I persist.
And from the vicious look in his eyes, he’s not amused.
“You can take it deep. You’ve done this before. I can feel it.” He slaps my cheek again. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
I’m not going to answer his taunts.
He knows why I’m here.
He’s trying to mess with my head.
“Then fucking choke on it,” he says, and he thrusts in so fast I still gag.
Grunting, he buries himself until all his barbells and rings are inside my mouth, and an explosion of cum fills me up.