Page 196 of Toxic Kiss

He pushes against the back of my throat before retreating. I can barely see his face through the tears.

“Where’s my yes?”

“Y…es,” I mumble again, rubbing my thighs together as he smirks at me.

Something is coming, and the little voice in the back of my mind even knows what it is, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing can prepare me when he grabs my head in both hands and thrusts his hips forward. Cyrus forces himself all the way down my throat until my nose presses up against his abs. The panic is instant, and I struggle against his hold, but he doesn’t let go.

“Relax,” he orders.

Relax?

How the fuck is anyone supposed to relax? That’s the stupidest order ever. I somehow manage it for a few seconds, and Cy pulls out. I’m gasping and coughing as I glare up at the asshole.

“Fuck, I love it when you give me that look. So angry, but I see the desire burning in your eyes. Now put it back in your mouth.”

“Are you going to do that again?”

“You mean am I going to shove my cock down your throat? Yes,” he says, unapologetically. “Tell me you hated it.”

I can’t. Part of me loves it. It’s like he’s in total control of my life. My body is hot, and I’m dripping between my legs.

“I thought I was going to die.”

“Are you claiming that you can’t hold your breath for a few seconds?”

“Well, yeah, I can, but…”

“No buts. You’re not going to die, just stop panicking.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. Why didn’t I think of that?” I snap back.

“Are you saying that you’re not as good as the groupies?”

He smirks, knowing exactly what he is doing. The words are a smack to my ego, but instead of making me feel small, all I feel is jealousy and rage. Asshole. He knows I can’t back down from a challenge.

“Wow, you must really trust me to say that with your cock hanging out.”

My words are clipped with the fury running rampant in my veins.

Cy chuckles and slowly strokes his shaft, almost touching my lip, but not quite. I’m torn between liking it and wanting to rip his dick off his body and beating him to death with it.

“Maybe I do. Maybe you’re the only one I’ve ever trusted.”

And just like that, butterflies soar in my chest. Cy’s grip on my hair turns just shy of brutal, and I wince as he forces my head back to stare up at him. My body bends in an impossible angle.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, Butterfly. Tell me, or I’m shoving my cock in your mouth and fucking your face until I come.”

I don’t. I don’t say anything. And I especially don’t want to analyze why I won’t. His dirty mouth and brutality scare me as much as it turns me on.

“No smart comeback?” His voice drops low, and the ragged sound is candy to my ears. “Then show me how much you want it.”

My jaw drops without hesitation at the command. Cyrus stuffs his cock into my mouth once more and drives it to the back of my throat. He is impossibly hard, and my eyes sting as I try to remain calm.

I only manage a partial inhale when he pulls out before he thrusts in again.

“Good girl, just like that. Feels incredible.”

The praise is intoxicating. Cy grips my head and moves faster, harder, and more violently than before. Everything is suddenly more intense. I struggle to match his rhythm while trying to take a breath, but if he notices, he doesn’t slow.