Page 23 of Betrothed in Fury
I stare into those dark, nearly black eyes, the sort of eyes the devil might have. I try to imagine how much worse he would give me, but nothing good comes to mind.
“Now tell me you’re sorry before getting back to work.”
I disregard his request, hoping if I suck him off some more, he’ll leave me alone, but he keeps me in place, tugging back tighter. I don’t show I’m in any pain, though. I refuse to show him any more weakness than I already am.
“Say you’re sorry, or this deal is off.”
I gulp, swallowing my pride as I accept that if I’m going to all this trouble, I shouldn’t fuck it up for myself. “Sorry,” I say through my teeth, and he smirks, his satisfaction burning like hot coals in my chest.
“Let’s get this over with.”
I take a breath and lean toward his cock, neither of us breaking eye contact. He relaxes his grip but still keeps his hand in my hair, like he’s ready to pull me back if I disobey him, which he should know only tempts me to bite him that much more. Although, maybe that’s what he’s intending. That I’ll do it so that he won’t have to give up his chance to hurt Sik Vik. But I’m not giving in that easily.
I slide him back into my mouth, taking more care this time. Being nice, really.
“That’s right,” he breathes. “Show your future husband how good you are at sucking dick.” He’s trying to goad me, but if he thinks I can’t take this, he doesn’t know what it means to be a Wilde. I move back and forth, once again recalling experiences of being blown, things I liked, knowing the better I make it for him, the sooner this will be over. With my free hand, I take the base of his shaft and move it in sync with my mouth, my saliva acting as lubrication, making it easier for me to pleasure him.I must admit I’m surprised I don’t hate this, even when I can’t stand the guy this cock is attached to.
“Mmmm,” Killian draws out, his pleasure making me hate it again. “That’s good. Be my little slut, learn how to take this cock the way you’ll have to take it over and over again.”
What is with this guy? I haven’t even agreed to marry him. But he knows it’s unlikely I’ll back out. I’m as trapped in this agreement as I am in this moment of having to suck off this asshole.
“Work my cock here, and then you’ll learn how to take my cock in your cunt.”
I know what he means, and that’ll happen over my dead body—and with Killian, that’s entirely possible. Hell, he’d probably fuck my corpse, hoping my ghost would have to watch.
As I get him to the back of my throat, I struggle more, gagging slightly, which makes him chuckle.
“Careful. Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”
I pull off his dick. “I’m not enjoying this, you sick fuck.” I glare at him, despising him for what he’s making me do. He sports the biggest smile and a sadistic look in his eyes, enjoying this even more as I make it clear how much I’m not.
Or at least, how much I’m not that it’s him.
“Don’t be discouraged, Logan. It’s your first time. You were bound to choke a little.” He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, running his thumb across my flesh.
I shake my head.
His dick’s now slick with my saliva, and I slide back onto it. I’m able to get back into it faster, and as I do, there’s a burst of flavor that’s new—I assume his precum. It’s as potent as I would expect from a man like him, invading every inch of my mouth, as though he’s marking me. As he rests his hand on the back of my head, I wish I could tell him not to touch me, but I can tell it’s making him harder, which can only get us there faster, so Ineed to focus on what I’m doing. I bob my head, working him and caressing his balls, and his hand slides down to the side of my face.
“That’s right. Take that cock. Choke on it like a good boy.”
I don’t want to give him what he wants, yet another part of me pushes me forward until I gag again. I don’t know where that came from, but I hate that I can feel how much it excites him as he swells in my mouth and I get another taste of his precum. It’s not that it tastes bad, and maybe if I didn’t hate him, I might even admit to liking it.
As I keep going, I notice his musky scent, which isn’t unpleasant either.
“Who owns you now?”
There’s that powerful burn in my chest again. No one owns a Wilde.
“You’re getting me so close, Logan. And when I come, I don’t want you to swallow. I want to come on your pretty face so I can mark you.”
That wasn’t part of the agreement, and I’m not interested in giving him anything beyond his initial request, so I persist, speeding my movements, massaging his balls.
“Logan, I’m about to… Pull off. I said pull off.”
He yanks at my hair, but I force myself farther down on his shaft until it’s at the back of my throat, where he releases. As I swallow, I worry I might’ve been too ambitious because there’s so much, and I have to keep swallowing him, but then I’m choking. With his fingers threaded in my hair, he guides me off his dick and I cough, though I must have swallowed every drop because nothing comes out.
He chuckles, my suffering amusing him, or maybe it’s because he got to dominate Logan Wilde. That’s all he seems to care about anyway.
