“No. Hail, please—”
Fallon let out a soft noise. “It’s fine, man. I don’t need my dick sucked, especially by someone who doesn’t want to do it.”
Hail gave my head a shake, the agony of strands splintering free of scalp making me cry out.
“Tell Fallon you want to suck his big dick. Convince him. Make me believe you want it.” Hail released me with a hard shove forward.
I landed in Fallon’s arms and gazed up at him with a wobbling lip.
His eyes told me everything I needed to know in that moment. He wasn’t like Hail and the other two assholes. Why he was a lord baffled me.
“You don’t need to,” he whispered again.
Shakily, I leaned into him and whispered in his ear as I took his soft length into my hand and stroked him amid a soft hiss from him. “I do. I h-have to.”
“Fuck.” He sucked in a sharp breath.
Whether it was because he was annoyed and coming to terms with Hail’s demands or if I was making his thickening cock feel good, I had no idea. Maybe it was a bit of both.
“I don’t hear you telling him,” Hail snarled from behind me.
I swallowed hard and peered at Fallon. His lips parted and his brows crinkled as he stared back at me. In a brave move, he reached out and cradled my face.
“I-I want to suck your big dick,” I choked out.
He winced, torment on his face.
Hail’s voice cut in. “Good. Now do a good job. Fallon here likes to think he’s a nice guy. He needs to get off so we know he likes it too. If you can’t get him off, then you’re going to be in big trouble.”
I swallowed and stroked Fallon for another moment. A beautiful guy for sure, but I never thought I’d be doing this with him. He’d made it known before he wasn’t into this shit, so I knew he didn’t want this for me. He’d tried to get out of it. He’d even saved me the night before.
“It’s OK,” I whispered, staring up at him.
“Bianca—”
His words faltered as I sucked him into my mouth.
“Shit,” he hissed, moaning as I worked him as hard as I could.
I didn’t want Hail and his two assholes to fuck me. God, I didn’t. So I put everything I had into the moment with Fallon, telling myself I’d be OK. Fallon wasn’t so bad. At least he wasn’t a complete piece of shit considering he’d just made it known he didn’t want this and it was a shit idea.
I heard Hail step back. After a few moments of sucking, Fallon’s shaky hands swept through my tangles, his breathing heavy. He carefully guided my head up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting gently.
His dick thickened and twitched against my tongue just before he spurted his release into my mouth amid a low groan. His body shook as he emptied himself down my throat, his muscles corded and tight.
“Good,” Hail appraised softly as Fallon’s movements slowed.
He removed his cock from my mouth before casting me a look of deep remorse, his cheeks red. His hand gave mine a quick squeeze before he tucked himself away, shame on his face.
Yep. Fallon wasn’t so bad. But he was still a lord, and for that, my heart broke.
“That’s my very special girl,” Hail said, crouching beside me as I tore my eyes away from Fallon. “Now, think about how you’re going to react the next time I tell you to do something. I want you to get your fucking dirty, slut ass out of my sight. Crawl back into your dumpster, rat. I’ll send for you when I need you again.”
He shoved me hard, and I landed on my side. I didn’t waste any time staggering to my feet and getting the hell out of there. I left my torn panties behind.
Hail fucking Ivanov could keep them as a reminder of the night he made the biggest mistake of his life.
I wasn’t going to just take him down. I was going to take them all down.