Page 41 of Nocturn

“Now!”

His bellow put the fear of the Saints in me. I shoved to my knees, and it brought me closer to the bobbing length. The cock hovered slightly above my mouth.

A flush worked over my face. The lewd view dragged my mind to the brothel and what I had learned.

He wants me to pleasure him.

Lord Draven gripped the back of my hair, wrenching harshly, forcing my neck to crane.

I kept my eyes on his. Shadows fell over his face, causing the hollows to look macabre.

“You, Amara Nadien, orphan redblood, are nothing.”

He thrust his cock into my mouth. I choked on a breath, but the velvety member did not let me push free, nor did his grip. He shoved deeper inside me until he hit the back of my throat, filling my mouth with his heady taste.

Half of the cock, that was what I could take.

He withdrew with a groan, the planes of his face sharpening. Yet his lips softened.

My heart thundered in my ears at a rapid, dizzying pace. This was why I was taken to the brothel, so I would know how to do this. Renata’s descriptions swirled through my thoughts. I reached up to clasp the base of his length, right over the thickness. What Renata called his ‘knot’.

He groaned.

Elation tightened my grip.

His reaction made me feel powerful—in control. The more pleasure that rippled across his too-beautiful features, the more I wanted to wring more sounds like this from him.

“The key is to relax. Especially with someone as big as him.”

I softened the stiffness of my jaw and rubbed upward to where my lips were straining around the shaft. With a careful glide, I lifted my head while simultaneously rubbing my hand downward to the base. Then squeezed.

A choked gasp left him, and the harsh grip in my hair softened. He watched me, expression open and soft. I did not turn away from him.

Like a ripple of a wave crashing over his features, fury returned. He once again stiffened the hold in my hair, slamming me down until he shoved against the back of my throat. Agony struck with each thrust, but he took no pity. Spittle dribbled from the corner of my mouth, wetting my hand. A taste, salty and earthy, accompanied it, becoming more and more intense.

The liquid I saw at the tip . . .

From when I watched him pleasure himself.

Suddenly, he went rigid, the pain along my scalp worsening, and shoved to the back of my throat. This time, he did not retreat to allow me a breath. The shaft jerked. Liquid, hot and earthy, filled my mouth.

I pushed at his leg, trying to pull back to breathe, but he did not move as more liquid continued to fill my mouth. I swallowed once and twice, but being unable to breathe became unbearable.

My mind reeled.

The last I saw were his features carved into a mask of ecstasy.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Tension

Ifloated on a warm cloud, my arms weightless beside me.

Flashes of memories came in and out. Being carried, the tug of my dress, then nothing.

My eyes popped open, and I sat up so quickly that the chamber swam. Lord Draven had forced me to my knees . . . My jaw ached from his aggressive advances.

Dragging in harsh breaths, I took in my surroundings. I was in a tub, bare beneath water clear enough to hide nothing. I screamed and crossed my arms over my breasts.