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It’s a challenge, she realised dimly.

Now that she knew that she approached it with a new gusto, determined to prove that she didn’t need him to direct her, not now that she knew what he wanted. He seemed to like it when she took him deep, and he seemed to like it even more when she failed and choked on it.

“Such a good pet,” he groaned after she took him deeper than she could handle and pulled away retching.

It was the only time he let her pull away completely, but he never gave her more than a few seconds of respite.

“Back on my cock.”

Kira didn’t throw up, thank goodness, and her efforts earned her another warm pat on the head.

“You’re doing so well,” he purred, guiding her back to his cock. He stroked her hair in a way that made her melt. “I knew from the first time I met you that I wanted to fuck your throat. Open up and show me what else you can do.”

An idea sparked in Kira’s mind. Susie had told her the secret—take his shaft so deep in her throat that the tip of her tongue touched his balls. The goal seemed ridiculous and impossible. Taking even half of Nathaniel’s cock was a challenge, and she was gagging whenever she got near three quarters of the way up his length.

But that didn’t stop her trying.

The minutes stretched. Giving head was a million times more intensive than she could have imagined, and it demanded every ounce of effort and attention for her to service him like this. At least the bastard was enjoying himself, but it left her no room to think.

In fact, she’d nearly forgotten why she was sucking his cock to begin with.

The knife, she groaned internally, glancing up at Nathaniel.

Her heart leapt as she realised he’d closed his eyes again. His fingers were gentle as he stroked her hair, and she was tempted to close her eyes too and lose herself in the moment.

But this was it.

This was her chance to be rid of him once and for all. Could she get to the knife without him noticing?

Chapter 23

Finishing Him

Kira

Kira’s jaw muscles were aching, but she doubled down on her efforts to suck his cock, squeezing his balls with one hand as she reached for the knife with the other. Her head continued to bob up and down as her fingers travelled down, feeling along her skirt’s waistband for the knife’s hilt.

Come on…where is it?

“I’m going to come,” Nathaniel announced, saying the words she’d been dreading. “Needless to say, you will swallow.”

Kira winced, her eyes flying open to meet his.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She didn’t bother answering—she obviously couldn’t talk with his stupid, fat cock in her mouth.

“That was not rhetorical,” Nathaniel said. “Answer me. Are. You. Ready?”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

She was going to kill him, literally. Her hands fumbled for the knife more desperately now. Had it slipped through her skirt to the floor?

“Yes,” she tried to say, but the bastard pushed his cock deeper on purpose, interrupting her answer. Her throat clenched, and nausea simmered somewhere between her stomach and throat.

“I can’t hear you,” he said sharply.

“Yssghh,” she cried, the word a garbled mess, but Nathaniel seemed satisfied. His nostrils flared with triumph, and his eyes held no mercy as they bore into her, their scorching intensity intoxicating as they undressed and demeaned her. His unwavering gaze didn’t just fuel her anger—it fuelled a dark desire that threatened to burn her up and melt her down into a steaming pool of giddiness.