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“Good girl.” I look down at her through the red glow. “Now open your mouth for your king.”

CHAPTER 18

SAYLOR

The drugs are fading, and I can feel everything now. My eye and cheek hurt from that other fucker, but I push that out of my mind and focus on Axl. The marble is hard under my knees, but I’m grateful to be off my feet. He’s got me so fucking horny for him I can barely think. I want everything he’s going to do to me.

He washed me. He knelt on the shower floor and cleaned the cuts on my feet, and I almost forgot what he is. An obsessive, domineering, controlling, yet sexy Talon. Then he put his mouth on me and ripped it away, reminding me that nothing with him will ever be fucking simple.

I want both. The man who takes care of me, and the one who grips my throat and takes control. I know it’s fucked up, but I want to feel safe and pushed to the brink of madness at the same time. And not knowing which one it will be at any given moment makes my pulse race.

I’m on my knees looking up at him, and I open my mouth and push out my tongue. The red glow of his mask is all I can see of his face. His cock is hard, and I know it’s going to be intense sucking him with all the piercings.

His hand slides into my wet hair and grips the back of my head. He guides himself past my lips, and the barbells drag across my tongue. He’s thick and the piercings make him thicker. I have to relax my jaw to take him while doing my best not to gag.

“Fuck.” His grip tightens in my hair. “Look at me.”

I look up at the red glow while his cock fills my mouth.

He pushes deeper. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and my eyes water, and he holds me there for a second before pulling back. Then he pushes in again, slower this time, letting me adjust.

“Breathe through your nose.” His hand controls my head, setting the pace. “Take all of me. Because I’m going to fuck that throat of yours soon.”

I breathe and relax my throat, swallowing more of his cock. The piercings cause drool to drip from the sides of my mouth. My hands grip his thighs, and I dig my nails in because I need something to focus on as I take him deeper.

He groans above me, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. I know he wants me just as much as I want him. I’m the one he’s killed for and obsessed over. And I know that I have just as much control as he does, even if he thinks I don’t know it.

He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. My chin is wet with my own drool. He drags his thumb across my lower lip and pushes it into my mouth.

“You’re going to be so much fucking fun to break in.” He wraps my hair around his hand and shoves his dick back in my mouth. “I’m going to fuck this mouth of yours now.”

He holds my head in place and thrusts into my mouth. There’s no easing in this time. His hips snap forward, and his piercings and size make it hard to close my mouth around him. I gag but he doesn’t stop. My eyes are streaming, and more drool runs down my chin and drips onto my chest. I grip his thighs harder.

“That’s it.” His voice is rough, and his pace is getting faster. “Take it, good girl.”

I can barely breathe between thrusts. Every time he pulls back, I suck in air through my nose, and then he’s filling my mouth again. My jaw aches, and my knees are screaming on the hard floor.

He pinches my nose, cutting off my air while he continues to fuck my mouth. “Gag harder for me, baby. I want your pretty face soaked with tears and drool.”

My lungs burn and my vision blurs. I gag hard around his cock, choking for air. The tears spill down my cheeks, and my body begins to fight even though my pussy is aching harder than it ever has. He holds his dick there for a few more seconds and then lets go of my nose.

I suck in air, and he thrusts into my mouth again. My chest heaves. I’m a mess, and he’s looking down at me through that mask.

His grip in my hair gets tighter as his dick pulses in my mouth. “Swallow every drop, little heathen.”

He buries himself deep, and I feel his warm cum in my throat. I swallow around him, fighting the urge to gag. His hand shakes in my hair, and a groan tears out of his chest that makes my pussy clench.

He pulls out slowly, dragging the piercings across my tongue one last time. I cough and gasp, my jaw aching.

He crouches down in front of me and tilts my face up with his hand. Even through the mask, I can feel him studying me. His thumb wipes a tear off my cheek, and then he pushes it into my mouth.

His other hand drifts between my legs, brushing along my soaked opening. “Just as I thought. Such a good little slut.”

He brings his wet fingers to my lips. I instinctively begin sucking his fingers.

“I knew you’d be perfect on your knees. You’re going to spend a lot of time serving me, baby.” He stands and picks me up off the floor. My jaw aches, and my face is a wreck of tears and drool. He’s going to rip every part of me to pieces. I’ve never been this terrified and this turned on at the same time. I’m glad the haze of the drugs is gone. I want to experience every second of what it means to be owned by Axl.

He sets me on the center of the bed, and I watch him grab the black rope on the nightstand. My pussy tightens as I imagine what he’s going to do with it.