Savage Sinners (Elites of Macedon High 3)

“I’ve been doing just fine staying alive by defending myself.”

He shakes his head. “Luck is the only thing keeping you alive, precious,” he jabs while dropping his hand. “You can hardly defend yourself. You’re sabotaging everything.”

I poke his chest and retort, “Your ego will eventually ruin you. Just like it did your father.”

“Said the kettle to the pot.”

“What are you trying to say?”

He raises his eyebrows as he steps forward, pushing into my finger. The position doesn’t seem to bother him in the least, but my knuckle aches with the added pressure. I retract my hand and try to keep my position while my toes and calves ache.

“I’m saying,” he emphasizes while nudging me with his shoulder. It’s the lightest of pushes, but it registers as a threat nonetheless. “You’re going to end up like your father if you keep acting so fucking careless.”

“How dare you?”

He smiles coldly. “You think you’re the only one who can cause damage? Huh, precious?” His smile widens malevolently. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you.”

“Backing down so soon?” He pursues me as I step back, probably pushing me into a corner for all I know. I’m losing my ground so fast that I don’t have time to check. “Or are you about to start flailing?”

I grimace while raising my hand to smack him. He grabs my wrist just as I let my hand fly, pinching the muscle so hard that I whimper uncontrollably. The rest of my body goes limp under his grip and I almost buckle, saved only by him extending his other arm to catch my waist.

“No, precious,” he says in a low, gravelly voice. “You’re not going to mark me like you did Soren.”

“You could have matching scars,” I taunt as he shoves me into a dark corner. My back hits the wall and my leg smacks into a bucket, sending the item skittering deeper into the darkness to my right. “You’ll be true brothers then.”

The clink of his belt buckle sounds through the shadows as he draws close to my face, breath coating my bottom lip as he commands, “Get on your knees.”

“No.”

“That wasn’t a request, Alex.”

I’m no match for Parker physically, and I’m aware of that. And he’s aware of that. If I defy him now after attempting to smack him, he’ll simply overpower me. It’s a fool’s errand to turn down an advance from him and I’m helpless all over again, caught in a web of my own making.

With my tongue lodged in aggravation between my teeth, I drop to the ground and slurp his cock into my mouth, his girth widening my lips as I swallow him to the base. That’s at least one thing I can keep to my advantage—doing something he wouldn’t expect.

Running my tongue along his shaft causes him to shudder. He tangles his fingers into my hair and grips the strands hard, tugging them so tightly that my scalp burns. I whimper as he thrusts feverishly into my mouth, burying the head of his cock into my throat. He holds me there for a long time as my lungs scream for air.

When I glance north, I see his concentrated scowl, the shadows deepening the lines of his face and making him look far more sinister than usual. He doesn’t let me surface for air until I’m clawing at his hips and even then, he doesn’t allow me to breathe for very long. The routine repeats—plunge, hold, choke—until he can’t stop thrusting, his fingernails digging into my scalp with every pump.

Tears sting my eyes as I try to keep up. His dominating growl and commanding grip prove to me that he’s always in control, no matter how much I try to fight him. It angers me how easy it is for him to overpower me and I bitterly suck the head of his cock, resisting his persistent push on the back of my head for me to swallow more.

“You bitch,” he spits through gritted teeth. “Swallow all of me—now.”

Hollowing my cheeks prompts him to pause for a second, his jaw going slack as he stares down at me. It’s the briefest reprieve that leads to a furious grunt as he yanks my hair to pull my mouth away from his cock. I struggle to return, feeling far too powerful to stop. If I can command him by his cock, then I fucking will, and he’ll never be able to stop me.

“Greedy slut,” he growls while slapping my lips with his cock. “You always want me, don’t you? Just can’t ever get enough of me.”

He plunges back into my mouth, silencing whatever retort I might have dared spit out. The same dominating movements erupt and I choke on the head of his cock repeatedly, struggling to breathe so hard that I nearly pass out. Dark spots dance in my vision while he pulls out his cock and rubs his shaft, cum spattering my lips as he erupts.

When I stick out my tongue, he releases his cock and gathers his cum, shoving it into my mouth. “Swallow.”

I hum defiantly but do as he says, hating myself for how much I love the taste of him. Knowing that he came in my mouth because of me is too satisfying to prevent myself from enjoying the way it tastes. Before I can say anything, he yanks me to my feet and slides my leggings from my hips, cupping my pussy.

I whimper. “You fucking jerk.”

“Shut up, precious. You love it.”