Page 49 of Marked By the Devil

Those two words packed a punch. And it was the truth. I wasn’t playing games. This wasn’t a trick. Manipulation was the furthest thing from my mind. I had to know that he understood how grateful I was that he cared enough about me that he would put himself in danger to protect me.

“Thank you, Viktor.”

“For giving you a chance to swear allegiance to my dick?”

I rolled my eyes and lowered my forehead to rest against his chest. Was he ever not sarcastic?

The slight rumble of his chest that came with his deep chuckles had me smiling.

“I’m serious,” I said. “I appreciate your protecting me.”

He tipped my chin up and kept his hand on my face as he directed me to kiss him. I did, relishing the heat of his mouth on mine.

“I’m serious too. And I appreciate your letting me protect you.”

“Letting you?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to imply that I have any power over you? That I have any say in what happens here?”

“You do.” He lowered my hand until I could feel the erection growing in his pants. “You have the power to make me feel like this.”

I wanted to give in to a full smile. His sarcasm was nothing more than a distraction, an attempt to lighten the mood. And I appreciated that too. Being playful and frisky with him was much more appealing than dwelling in the doom and gloom of the fact that somebody had tried to kill me today.

I slowly started to unzip his pants as he nuzzled the side of my face and placed a hot path of kisses along my jaw. “Are you telling me that I have any say in how I get to wield this power?”

“Anything you want,” he added.

I pulled his thick cock out of his pants and stroked it. Reveling in the hardness of him. Marveling at the soft surface of the wide, domed head.

“So if I told you that I wanted to taste you…”

He finished my question by pushing on my shoulders and encouraging me to get on my knees.

I went down eagerly. He could choose to take care of me as a distraction. He could choose sarcasm as a distraction. Right now, as I grew wet and more turned on at the sight of his dick pointing at me, the tip glistening with pre cum, I wanted to use him as my distraction.

I didn’t delay with my knees pressing onto the soft carpet for long. Leaning toward him as he threaded his fingers through my hair, I closed my lips around him. And in that exploratory kiss, I collected the salty drops that already dripped from him.

And then I threw caution to the wind.

I did not try to assess.

I gave up on ascertaining anything.

And I acted as a woman in charge of making him come.

I licked up his rigid shaft and marked how hard his throbbing dick was for me. I sucked him down into my mouth and throat, stretched wide to accommodate his dick. Back and forth, I bobbed on him with the express goal of rewarding him for wanting to protect me.

He kept his hands on my head, guiding me, but when I felt his legs trembling with the approach of his orgasm, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I was safe here.

With him.

Regardless of how conflicted I was about my purpose, I was safe to feel good too.

I lowered my hand to reach between my legs. Slipping my fingers over my wet panties, I moaned at the arousal that he caused. Sucking him off was only turning me on faster, and I tried to keep up a dual motion of pleasuring him with my mouth as I tried to finger myself.

“Red.” He almost barked it.

Grabbing my hair slightly, he tipped my head up so I would face him. With his cock rammed into my mouth, I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure what I’d say anyway with his lust-filled eyes blazing at me.