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My eyes drop to the bloody mound that hardly bears a resemblance to Sam any longer. The rabbit chewed a hole through his pant leg.
“What do I do with him?” I ask.
“Typically, they take care of cleanup for me.”
“Who’s they?”
He promised he’d tell me anything I want to know, and he better not go back on that. But men say all types of things when they’re blind with lust. It doesn’t mean they’ll stick to it when the fog clears.
“It’s an organization that runs this town,” he says. “Maybe even the state. Massively powerful men and women.”
I figured as much, and Sam fully believed that from the start.
“What do they call themselves?” I ask, but he shakes his head. “Don’t make me get it out of you.”
He eases the rabbit off his lap, and the animal hops down and thumps his massive feet on the hardwood floor before scurrying off.
“Get on your knees and let me shove my dick so far in your throat that you feel it in your gut. Then I’ll tell you.”
He stands up and wraps his hand in my hair as he drags me toward the bed and sits down. Blood paints the sheets, but he isn’t fazed. He flicks open his slacks and takes out his cock.
“If you put that in my mouth, I’ll bite it off,” I say, my eyes narrowing.
“You won’t do that. You’re desperate for the name of your father’s killer. Desperate enough to take me into your mouth.”
I crane my neck like I’m going to suck him off, but I bite down on the head instead.
“You really have a vendetta against my dick, don’t you?” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Let go!” he screams as I twist. “Exodus! They’re called the Exodus! Now get your fucking teeth off my dick.”
I release him, and he rips his hips backward, freeing his dick from my mouth.
“What the hell’s the matter with you?” he growls, rubbing his hand over the head of his dick. “I have so many other things for you to latch on to, but no, you have to go for my junk. Again.”
I wipe my lips. “I think men are more receptive to interrogation when their manhood is at risk.”
“If you had kidnapped anyone else, they’d kill you for what you’ve done.”
“But you?”
“I like them a bit unhinged.”
I crawl up his body and knock his head onto the bed by grasping his hair. I straddle his face.
“Then be a good boy and make me even crazier.” I hover over his mouth as his hands hook around my thighs.
“If you’re going to demand something like this, sit on my fucking face. I want to suffocate beneath you while you come.”
He grips my thighs and pulls me down, and then I lower my weight into my heels and drop onto his face. His tongue and lips work everything beneath me. I moan as we wrestle for some semblance of control or power. He snatches it away from me before giving it right back.
I ride his face, up and down, back and forth, until I’m skating toward another orgasm. I toy with him, leaning off his mouth so he can take several deep breaths before I suffocate him with my weight. And he lets me.
He shakes his head beneath me like a ravenous animal trying to eat his way out. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tightening grip—a sign that he’s struggling for that next breath—brings me closer.
He taps my thigh and I lift off his mouth. This is the kind of breath play I could get used to.
“You still aren’t sitting hard enough. Sit on my fucking face. Soak my mouth, karma. Come all over my chin.”
The moment the last syllable leaves his lips, I drop my weight again. I sit deep, feeling the warmth of his nose, tongue, lips, and breath everywhere between my legs. I ride his face harder. He grips my thighs, and I don’t let up. He wants me to really sit,so I’m really fucking sitting. I’ll let him die beneath me if that’s what it takes. I’m going to get mine.
