Page 75 of Retaliation
“Dev,” Sara whispered my name like a prayer, and I met her gaze. “Let me give you some relief.”
I arched an eyebrow even as blood throbbed down through my dick. “You want my cock in your mouth, beautiful?”
Sara bit her full bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.”
I groaned, reaching in my sweatpants and stroking the head of my cock. I didn’t have the strength to say no, even if I couldn’t fully pleasure her too. I dropped my sweatpants, and she eyed my dick hungrily.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Sara,” I murmured as my dick swelled. I stalked around the table, pulling myself onto it, near her pretty head. I leaned back on my heels, and she tilted her neck back, looking at me with pure lust in her eyes. “Open those pretty plump lips, baby.”
Sara licked her full lips, and I pressed the tip of my cock to her mouth. Her tongue licked and swirled over my slit, lapping up the pre-cum. I leaned forward, and she relaxed her throat, taking all of me in at once. I groaned, rocking slowly in and out of her mouth. Her back arched, and she tugged at the straps, locking her body in place. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last very long. I leaned over her, rocking my hips as she took my cock like a good fucking girl.
I braced my hands on either side of her hips and dropped my mouth to her beautiful, pink cunt. She was so fucking wet. Sara moaned, and the vibration of it ran through my dick, forcing me to shudder with need for her and everything her body could give me. I pulled away from her pussy and leaned back again, rocking faster, harder, fucking her mouth. She whimpered, straining with need, and I groaned her name as I came hard in her mouth. I pulled out, not wanting her to choke, and let my cum spill onto her chest.
Her lips were swollen, and her chest heaved. It was a beautiful fucking sight to behold. I slid off the pool table and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. I snatched my sweatpants from the floor and was about to wipe up the mess I made when Andras’s voice boomed over the intercom.
“Leave it.”
I snarled, glaring at the camera. “You’re being a fucking prick, Blackbyrn.”
Sara laughed. “Like I give a fuck if his cum is all over my chest.” She glared up at the camera. “Come down here and see how nice I treat you, asshole.”
I moved to wipe her up anyway, but Sara shook her head.
“Leave it.” Her commanding tone was as stubborn as Andras’s and it made me grin.
“Whatever you say, beautiful. Are you cold?” I grabbed a blanket and brought it to the table but she shook her head.
“Nah. I don’t really get cold.” She winked at me, and my dick twitched like it was ready for round two. “Besides, I’m all hot and bothered right now. I’d rather have an ice bath than a blanket.”
I laughed. “You’re not like any woman I’ve ever met, Sara Braun.”
Her smile faded, her eyes clouding with memories, and I swallowed, realizing what I said. She wasn’t Sara Braun. She was Seraphina, daughter of Aurora, who was murdered by my father. My cult.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, unsure what to say. I hadn’t fully wrapped my brain around this entirely fucked situation. Every hour we spent together, more secrets spilled out. “Just so you know. I don’t care what your name is. Or what color your eyes are. I will always want you. Always.”
I turned away before she could respond. I was a coward. A fucking coward because I wasn’t ready to hear what she had to say. I shot a text to the others, letting them know I was heading to the bar to pick up kegs and liquor for the party. I needed to get the fuck out of this house.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sara
“Hellloooooo!”
I was so fucking bored. And hungry. No one had come down to play with me or feed me since Dev. I couldn’t exactly tell time strapped to the table, but it felt like fucking years. The sun was still out, so it wasn’t evening. Sunset was somewhere around 4:30 p.m. right now, so I’d been left alone for maybe an hour or so.
Dev’s fucking cum dried, and my skin was itching like crazy, but at least my slut of a pussy had finally cooled down.
“Somebody come feed me. You said there would be food Andras! I’m dying down here!” I shouted into the silence.
Fucking assholes. I rolled my hips and tried to bend my arms and legs to keep the blood flowing and the sleepy tingles away. I slumped to the table, staring at the ceiling, and began to sing a feisty ZZ Ward song called “365 Days.”
ZZ Ward had such a badass voice, and her songs were so catchy. I belted out a few more songs, choosing the best ones for pissing off boys. Footsteps bounded on the stairs, and I continued to sing, ignoring whoever decided to visit me. A shadow fell over my face, and a slim knife pressed to my throat.
“Hello, pet,” Ty murmured.
I continued to sing as the blade bobbed against my skin.
“Feeling feisty, are we? I can work with that.”
