Violent Ends (White Monarch 2) - Page 89

Sitting on my heels, I had to tip my head back all the way to see him. Raw, throbbing desire replaced any fear his words should’ve inspired. “And does that work both ways?”

“You have my devotion in and out of my bed.”

“Diego got a tattoo for me.”

“You want me to reciprocate? I can. What would you like?” He cuffed my wrists in one hand and tugged me up onto my knees until I was face to face with his groin. With his free hand, he pulled out his cock. “Shall I get ‘Property of Natalia’ scrawled across it?”

I swallowed my gasp as the source of his confidence revealed itself. Had I never seen another penis, I still would’ve known it was larger than average, and equally intimidating in its girth.

It begged to be sucked. The engorged purple head asked for entry. Had I lost control of the situation? Or was I getting exactly what I wanted? Shackled by his hand, I was his prisoner. I was at his mercy. I was his. And I could’ve exploded for all my pent-up desire. We’d spoken of unmet needs? I had one. Relief. I could soothe and be soothed if I would let myself.

“Open,” he said, “or go back to bed and stay away until you’re ready.”

I inhaled through my nose, wet my lips, and parted them. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Don’t close until I say.” He slid past my teeth without pretense, feeding his cock into my mouth. “You have a lovely, wide mouth, Natalia. I noticed it instantly at the costume ball.”

Unable to respond, I moved my tongue under the silky skin of a rigid, veiny shaft. He had promised to fill me, and he was a man of his word. He left no room for anything else. No thoughts in my head, nothing but his dark pubic hair and taut, godlike belt of muscles in my sight. Only my own saliva slickened the way.

“When I saw you,” he continued, “I thought to myself—what a fucking woman Natalia has become. I wasn’t ready for that.” He kept pushing, approaching the back of my mouth. “But don’t think that just because I was and am your protector that I’ll treat you like you’re breakable while you’re in my bed.” He stared down at me, his gaze menacing one moment and adoring the next as he tightened his one large hand around both of my wrists. “Even trapped and filled by me, you already know you’re in charge here, don’t you?”

As he thrust deeper, I swallowed to keep from choking. In that moment, I knew nothing but the weight of a man’s cock on my tongue and his tip begging entry to my throat. It stripped me of anything but pure satisfaction that I could pleasure him.

“That’s it,” he said, caressing his thumb on the inside of one of my wrists. “Open your throat, mamacita. Show me what you can do.”

I had no idea what to do. All the talk in the world couldn’t have prepared me for being dominated by a man of his size and prowess. My mind rejected this, told me to fight back, but my body, my instincts, my throat, yielded for him, welcomed him, and I found my pussy pulsing for how he demanded my submission.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. “Open. Take me deeper.”

To feel him in my mouth was strange but natural, as if I were a creature made to receive him. But when he breached my throat, it took all of me not to push him out. I gagged and tears flooded my eyes. “There’s no sight in the world like watching you try to take as much of my cock as possible.”

I wanted that cock between my legs. I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t beg for it, but that didn’t mean my body didn’t as it nearly shook with longing to take him between my legs—the one place I knew he’d truly possess me.

He brought my clenched fists to his mouth. “Qué bellísima,” he murmured. “Such a good girl has no reason to fear me.”

He withdrew. Once the tip of his cock reached the tip of my tongue, he glided back in, but only partway. “Suck,” he said, releasing my hands.

I hollowed my cheeks and did as he said, using my hands to cover what I couldn’t reach with my mouth.

“Sí, Natalia,” he said with a groan. “Now grip my hips and see how deep you can go on your own.”

I dug my hands into his skin and tried but didn’t make it nearly as far as he’d been able to push himself.

“Look at me, mi amor,” he said. “It’s one of the many things I’ll demand of you, but perhaps the most important. Keep your eyes on me when my cock is in any of your holes—even when I take your ass.”

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