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Oh. Now I get it.

And if the sight of him looking down at me that way didn’t spark all kinds of frantic pulsing in my core, I might wonder why murder makes him so horny.

But then I would have to wonder why seeing him like this gets me horny. When all this is over, I need to find a good therapist and work it out somehow.

For right now, I’ll settle for following him down the hall to our room, my heart hammering, my body trembling in anticipation. What is he going to want? What is he going to do to me?

How much am I going to like it?

The moment we’re inside and the lock clicks in place, he backs me against the door and cages me in with one arm on either side of me. His breath is hot, but somehow his body feels hotter, forcing the air from my lungs when he leans in close. “You asked how I am.” His teeth graze my earlobe, making me close my eyes and whimper.

When he moves his hips, it means pressing a steel rod into my hip. “Does this answer your question?”

At first I don’t know what he’s doing when his hands land on my shoulders and he begins to push down. There’s no fighting him, and I’m not sure why I would bother trying. I let my body be guided by him, ending up on my knees with his crotch in my face.

“I want you to do something about this.” He undoes his belt, then opens his slacks and lowers the zipper to reveal the raging erection behind his boxer briefs. “Why don’t you put it in your mouth and suck on it until I come.”

This is degrading, right? I’ve written scenes like this before, and it was always degrading to the girl.

Either it’s not, or I like that it is, because my pussy is already a river by the time I lower the last waistband and release him. He springs free in front of me, the wide mushroom head swollen and purple, the thick shaft rigid. As I watch, a bead of precum oozes from the tip. “In your mouth,” he growls, cupping the back of my head.

I’ve written about this. I’ve watched it so many times. That doesn’t mean I have the first clue what I’m about to do, but I wrap my hand around his steely shaft and guide him to my mouth anyway.

The second my lips touch his tip, he forces himself into my mouth by pulling me in, thrusting his hips at the same time. My surprised cry is muffled when he hits the back of my throat and makes me gag.

“Relax,” he whispers, but he’s the one who needs to. He drives himself deep and stays in place so my nose presses against his base and makes it so I can’t breathe, and my gag reflex kicks in. For a moment I worry I might throw up on him. Panic erupts in my head while my hands find his thighs and squeeze, though I might as well try to squeeze granite.

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he loosens up so I can pull back enough to suck air through my nose. Then he pulls me down again and fills my world with his musky aroma. “Relax your throat. Use your tongue. Suck me off, June.”

I’m doing my best, struggling to keep up with his strokes. I want to do well. I want to please him. Every throaty groan is a reward that makes it easier to fight my way through this, even as he almost smothers me over and over.

Saliva leaks from the corners of my mouth and drips down my chin, but I’m not gagging anymore—at least not until he quickens his strokes, slamming into me, the hand on the back of my head gripping tight and making it impossible to stop this. “That’s right. Just like that. You’re gonna make me come.”

I hope so, I don’t know how much longer I can do this. My jaw is starting to ache and the world is starting to go fuzzy, but he’s loving it, breathing fast, grunting with every tap of his balls against my chin before he buries himself deep one more time and holds me in place.

All at once he floods my mouth and throat with his salty fluid. I swallow it down just like the girls in my books always do, taking everything he gives, proud of myself when he lets out a deep sigh and pulls back until he falls free of my swollen lips.

“Good job.” He even pats the back of my head before sighing again. “I needed that. I hope it wasn’t too rough.” He helps me to my feet, and I lean against the door for support until I catch my breath.

“It wasn’t.” Though I’m sort of glad he’s back to acting like his normal self again and not like some scary, demanding maniac.

Not because I was worried for my safety or anything like that.

Just because I liked it so much.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Adrian

“June!” I check the time yet again. It’s three minutes later than it was before. “What is taking you so long?”

Theo waits in one of the silk-covered armchairs by the window, looking unbothered in his well-fitted tux. “Take a breath. We’ll get there.”

Take a breath. It’s funny, coming from him. Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day!” June shouts from inside the bathroom, where she’s been holed up for what feels like an eternity. “I swear. All you guys have to do is take a shower, shave, and throw on some clothes. You don’t have the first idea what goes into a night like this.”

“It’s not like she has to do all that much,” I mutter, resuming the pacing. “I paid to have her hair done, I paid for her makeup.” Why she had to have it professionally done, I don’t know.