Page 262 of Fatality

He shoves me into his fitting room, pulls the curtain closed, and sits down on the cushioned chair before grabbing my wrist and pulling me between his legs.

I yelp, my laughter dying instantly.

My face is inches from his.

“Since you're so eager to know if I like getting sucked off...”

He gives my cheek a light slap before tangling his fingers in my hair and guiding me down on my knees.

“Hell no!”

“Hell yes.” He smirks. “You're going to suck it off. Maybe that'll shut those pretty lips.”

I look up at him, his eyes are glowing.

“I hate you, can’t even let me laugh at you.” I grumble.

“Then hate me harder,” He grip my jaw, his fingers digging and opening my mouth. “On my cock.”

He leans in and spits in my mouth.

I freeze.

What did he just? What was that?

He is smiling fully, his thumb brushing roughly my bottom lip.

I don’t know what to feel about that, I think I kind of like it.

I shift my hips side to side and rubbing my legs together, I can feel myself getting aroused.

I unzip his tailored pants that are not even fitting him, I can see his cock straining and printing the shape on the tissue.

I shove it down and free him.

I start stroking him, slowly and from base to tip.

The lights glint off the metal of his piercings.

“That’s it.” His voice rough and hungry.

I open my mouth and lick his length, my thumb brushing roughly his head and applying pressure on his tip-piercing smearing his pre-cum.

A sharp breath escapes him, his grip tightens in my hair.

I start sucking the head, the wet sounds seem so loud in the confines of the fitting room.

The curtain opens abruptly, I stop dead.

I watch Evren's head snap upright, his expression shifting from lust and hunger to a different kind of hunger—one that has nothing to do with sex.

“Out,” he warns. “Three.”

“Oh my—” the tailor starts, his voice filled with shock and terror. “My deepest apologies!”

“Two.”

I hear the footsteps retreating completely but not after yanking the curtain close.