Sicko

“Royce, don’t drop me.”

He chuckles from between my thighs. “Not happening.” His mouth opens on my clit as he moves us back through the way I walked down and back into the room I woke up in. Throwing me onto the bed, he tilts his head, swiping his mouth with the cushion of his thumb while his other hand squeezes his bulging cock.

“Take it off.”

“What, this?” I ask innocently, batting my lashes while grabbing at his shirt.

His eyes narrow. “Now.”

I shrug off the shirt until I’m in nothing but my bra, crawling to the end of the bed. His eyes flash with heat, setting my cheeks on fire.

Tucking my finger into the waistband of his jeans, I pull him closer to me, as his fingers dive into my hair. “Duchess,” he says so simply, I almost wasn’t going to answer him.

“Mmm?” I peer up at him from beneath my lashes while tugging his jeans down past his cock. I need on it. My mouth waters from how much I need to taste him in my mouth. I need it. Him, this, whatever he gives me. It’s toxic, but I’d drown in his poison. He yanks my head backward by my hair and tilts his head. “Stand.”

I stumble to my feet, my lips curling between my teeth to stop my smirking. Got him.

“You think you’ve been fucked before, and that’s the problem.”

“How is that a problem?” I ask carefully, knowing that I’m balancing on his patience.

He grabs me by the back of my neck and shoves my face to his. “We’re going to kill each other. You know that, right?”

“That’s fine.” I run the tip of my finger over the hard curve of his jaw. “Fuck me like you want to kill me.”

His mouth curves in a sinister smirk. “Oh, but I do.”

“You’ve fucked me before, Roy. You know how I like it.”

He bites down on his lower lip. “Touché.”

His other hand comes to the front of my throat. “One more thing. I have a kink for the color purple.”

My brows furrow, and before I can connect the dots in my head, his grip around my throat tightens, cutting off any chance of me breathing. Got it. Loud and clear. He releases and I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs, sinking to the ground while tugging them down with me until I’m face-to-face with his cock. The tight skin pulls around the tip where a silver ball sits on the head. Wetting my lips, I part them over his tip and roll my tongue underneath, sliding him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, and the handle he has on my hair tightens, his hips bucking forward. “Arch your back.” I follow his instructions, and when he moans again, I take him in farther. Sliding out, I twirl my tongue over his piercing and suck him back into my mouth, bobbing my head. His hips buck forward, my scalp stinging from his pulling.

Holding me by the back of my neck, he pulls out and squeezes my cheeks, leaning down to run the tip of his nose over mine. “The second I knowingly put my cock inside of you, that’s it. It’s game over.”

I nod, licking his precum off my lips. “Understood.”

Leaning down, he bites my lower lip into his mouth before standing and flipping me over onto my stomach. I land on the bed in a thud before he’s moving on top of me. “You’re on the pill, I presume…”

I nod, whipping my hair over my shoulder. “Yep.”

He stares at my body, a fist in his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ.” His eyes fly to mine. “How many men have you fucked?”

“Royce…” I whine, rolling my eyes. “Not doing this right now.”

“Answer,” he urges, and when he hovers over the back of me, his head tilting as his hand trails down the top of my spine. “Maybe not now, but you will be doing it.”

I’m almost certain I will not.

His teeth sink into the nape of my neck. “I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to engrave the hard edges of my cock deep inside your cunt.”

His other hand comes to my hip and he raises me up until I’m on all fours, his hand at my hair and the other cupping my pussy from behind. His finger slides in and out, rolling around and spreading my wetness over my entrance. Being so exposed to Royce is enough to keep me wet for days, but he continues to torture me anyway. Finally, when I feel the tip of him brush over my entrance. He’s thicker than I remember. Heavy and angry. He pushes inside of me and I fist the sheets with my fingers, screaming out through my raw vocal cords as he continues to fill me to the brink.