Crowned by Hate (Crowned 1)

I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “I’ve not had an episode in some time.”

“Then you are a heartless bitch. Which is good, because what we have, you don’t need a heart for. Get the fuck up, arch your back, and touch your toes.” I instantly get to my feet, ignoring the pang of pain I feel deep in my chest.

“Where do you want me?” I ask softly, bringing my cold eyes to his. It’s like stone facing stone as the soft light from the lamp casts shadows over his chiseled jaw, enhancing the intensity of his glare.

“I want you naked, on your fucking knees, and at my feet. Do it.” Clenching my jaw and fighting my instant reaction to say something sassy in response, I slowly pop the buttons off of my dress, watching him watch me.

He steps backward, loosening his tie before throwing it across the room into a pile of mess on the floor. He unbuttons his pale white dress shirt until his ripped chest comes into display. When he turns to show his back, every muscle has been worked and then worked again. I haven’t seen Bryant naked, but he has large tattoos on his back, one in particular that perks my attention. It’s a large tiger that claws up the back of his neck. His muscles flex and bend as he moves his arms, rolling his shoulders like he’s gearing for a fight. Dropping my dress to the floor, I shimmy out of my lace panties and kick them to the side until I feel the cool winter air whisk over my nipples. Keeping my eyes on his back, I drop to my knees as instructed, placing my hands behind my back. His bare feet come into view, the bottoms of his slacks hanging around his ankles. Clutching a fist full of my hair, he tugs on it roughly, yanking my head back until I’m looking up at him from the floor.

He searches my eyes. “You don’t speak unless spoken to, you don’t fuck unless instructed to, and you sure as fuck don’t let those pretty little eyes land on any other man. Are we clear?” I don’t answer because as much as I know how much of a dominant he is, I fight it. I’m not the submissive type, I’m a little too fiery to just bend over and obey, but I have a lot of myself riding on this…situation. Until I can find whatever it is that Bryant has as proof against me killing his brother, I have to play along in this sick and twisted little game.

“Yes, we’re clear.”

I swallow and go to stand to my feet, but he stops me by clutching my chin with his hands all while his other tugs on my hair until my head cranks back further. “Now,” he murmurs, a smirk coming across his mouth as his tongue slips out and licks across his bottom lip. “Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” Bringing my eyes to the front of his pants, I tug down his zipper, pulling his briefs down until his cock springs free. Wrapping my fingers around his large, warm, length, I slowly suck him into my mouth. Letting my tongue pave and moisten every single bit of his thickness before I slip out, lick my tongue down his shaft and all the way to his balls. Working his cock with my hand, I slowly suck one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it softly with my tongue before popping it out. Running my tongue further, I bring it down to where the skin bridges from his balls to his ass, and then circle his ring slowly. His cheeks tense, his grip tightening.

“What are you doing?” He narrows his eyes down on me, tugging my hair gently but not telling me to stop.

“Let me play…” I answer from between his thighs before slipping my tongue into his ass and circling it.

“Fuck,” he growls in surprise but grinds his dick into the palm of my hand. “Keep doing that, baby. Harder.”

I do. I shove my tongue in harder, circling it when it’s inside before his knees begin to tremble. He pushes me back and my ass hits the floor in a thud. “That was fucking hot, but I’m in charge here.” He bends down, grips me from under my shoulders and throws me onto the bed until my small frame bounces up from the impact. Crawling up my body, he pulls out a small switchblade from the bedside drawer. It’s small but looks sharp.

He grins, his straight white teeth flashing across his face. “Time to play, baby.”

“Well, ok, but last time that didn’t end well, so...”

He shakes his head. “This is how I play. I’m not into drugging girls to get them into bed.” I flinch, but he carries on. “And anyway, as I said, I’m in charge.”