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“Since you asked nicely, open wide.”
I open my mouth, and he guides his cock inside.
“Now close.”
I do as he says, and he grabs my head to steady me as he thrusts in, testing how far he can go. I hum around him as he thrusts deeper, then I gag, but he doesn’t care or possibly doesn’t notice. Spit drips down my chin with every thrust, and my eyes water.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Fuck. You are so fucking beautiful choking on me. Good little whores are rewarded. Touch yourself—I want you to cum when I do.”
I slide my hand between my legs and rub my finger over my sensitive clit while he holds my head still and takes what he needs.
“Your throat is so warm, fucking whore. If I knew you were this good, I would have thrown my money at you sooner.”
His words have me dripping down my legs, and as my orgasm builds, I slow my pace, waiting for him to give the sign he is going to come.
Just as I thought, he doesn’t warn me, but having done this for years, I can tell when he is getting close. It’s in the way his cock swells, his jerky movements, and the way his fingers tighten at the top of my cheekbones. His nails slightly digging into my skin will leave crescent moon shapes long after he is done. I let myself go as his cum spurts down my throat. He abruptly pulls back and guides me to my feet, still keeping hold of my face. He smashes his lips to mine, dominating our kiss as he walks us backward, and I let him lead until my back smashes against a wall, almost winding me. Darragh’s hand travels down my neck until his fingers wrap around my throat. His mouth moves to cover my nipple, which he sucks on, biting down and then sucking it again, moving his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
When he pops off, he sucks my neck, repeating the same suck, bite, and lick from my neck down to my other breast.
When he is done, he spins me, pressing my face to the wall. “Damn, look at that ass,” he says, pressing his body against mine. His hand runs down my crack, his finger rimming my ass, and I push back against it. I want him to throw me around the room, but I know he is testing me to see how fragile I am after today. Darragh isn’t as bad as he makes himself out to be; deep down, he cares a lot.
“Stop pussyfooting around.”
He removes his hand and grabs me by the back of the neck, his strong grip yanking me away from the wall. “You think you call the shots, hmm?”
He spins me to face the bed and shoves me forward, but I wasn’t expecting it and trip, falling to my knees; the carpet burn on them will hurt like fuck tomorrow, yet right now I don’t care. I move to stand up, but his foot comes down on my back, pushing me to the floor.
“You want my cock? Fight me for it. Show me what you can do. Hurt me.”
In no world could I ever take him on and win, but I humor him. I roll to my side, and he lets me get to my feet. My heart thunders in my chest, the thrill turning me on way more than it should. I don’t swing at him, as it would be way too obvious. Instead, I push my hands against his chest, and he takes a few steps back, his laughter echoing around the room.
“Is that all you have, you filthy little whore? How do you expect to fight off anyone with a push?”
Darragh takes a step closer, and my brain flashes to that night when those men stepped into the room. I run to the side table and grab the lamp, pulling the cord and launching it at him. He sidesteps, and the lamp crashes into the wall. He stalks toward me, and my frantic gaze snags on his boots sitting on the floor, the glint of his knife reflecting in the light. I scurry across the room and drop to my knees, pulling the switchblade from his boot. He grabs my leg and pulls me backward as I tuck the knife into my hand. It’s not huge; it’s the one he keeps sheathed his boot daily.
Bringing his large body down on mine, he flattens me to the floor, and his hand goes straight between my legs.
“You like it rough, don’t you.”
It’s not a question, and he plunges two fingers inside me. He isn’t careful or trying to bring me pleasure—he wants me to fight.
I moan—it wouldn’t be the first time I have faked an orgasm—and push my ass up. He finger fucks me, and it gives me enough room to reposition my body while flicking the knife open. I swing my arm back and slash blindly at him.
“Fuck!” he roars.
Using all my strength, I buck him off and scramble to my feet as he stands to face me, holding his hand over a gash on his side. A sadistic smile spreads across his face as he prowls toward me, closing the distance between us. I panic when his large body rushes me, and he takes me back down to the floor face down, pain slicing through my body.
“You want me to bleed all over you?” he growls in my ear.
“Fuck you,” I grit out, and he cackles.
“No, I will be fucking you,” he says, placing a hand on my upper back and using the other to spread my ass open. The tip of his cock stabs inside my pussy, then his thumb sinks into my ass with no warning, and he applies pressure in a way that has me lifting my hips.
“Dirty whore, I pin you down and your body still wants me.”
He pounds his cock deep inside me, again and again, the carpet acting like sandpaper against my skin.
“You’re so fucking tight. That pussy clamping around my cock was made for me, wasn’t it?”
