Page 31 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
ations carry straight through to my balls.
When my phone rings again, I rip the cord out of it.
No more interruptions.
Fuck the rest of the world, because I’m going to come down Keira Kilgore’s throat.
For months, I’ve tortured myself with thoughts of her being touched by another man, knowing that eventually, I’d have her at my mercy. Now the time has come, I’m glad she’s untrained. It means that douchebag Hyde didn’t tend to her properly, which is why every single one of my encounters with her has been so explosive.
Keira needs a real man to show her what she’s been missing out on, and I’m here to handle the job . . . and her.
Keira
Oh shit. I know I’m out of my league when he stands and begins to push his cock in and out of my mouth with measured strokes, each one going deeper until I’m gagging on his dick.
His thumbs stroke my face and my jaw. “Easy. Breathe through your nose. You can take me. You will fucking take all of me.”
His orders and commands don’t fuel my rebellion at this moment. No, I’m too busy feeling the victory from the way he ended his call and returned one hundred percent of his attention to me.
Mount is fucking with my life, but I’m fucking with his too. And then he rips the cord out of the phone? Priceless.
The head of his cock hits the back of my throat again before I’m ready for it, and I gag once more.
Mount shakes his head. “Next time, swallow me down when you feel the urge to gag.”
He pulls out and slowly pushes back in, and I try to follow his instructions but can’t. I gag on his cock and cough as he pulls it free of my mouth and stares down at me.
“How often do you fail?”
“All the time,” I murmur.
“Does it stop you from trying again?”
I press my lips together in a flat line before finally replying. “No.”
“You gonna give up on this? You gonna quit?”
Let Mount win and prove I’m not capable of controlling his body like he controls mine? “No.” I bite out the word.
“Good. Because you’re almost there.”
His hands cup my jaw again, and the softness and care with which he holds my face shocks me more than the fact that the goal I’m trying to accomplish is deep-throating him. But when it comes to Mount, proving a point is proving a point, regardless of the context.
As he presses forward with his dick again, I breathe through my nose and swallow, taking it all until my nose presses against the hard plane of his stomach.
His eyes light with triumph, but it’s different from before. It takes me another stroke and swallow of his cock to realize it’s not out of smug victory, but pride.
He continues to fuck my face, several strokes shallow and then one deep, each time alerting me with a subtle pressure from his hands as if preparing me for what’s coming next.
When I went to my knees before him, something I swore I wouldn’t do, my sole intent was to steal his power. But something else is happening here, and I can’t put a name to it.
“You’re gonna swallow every drop, hellion.”
I dare him with my eyes to try to hold out, but he doesn’t seem fazed by it. Instead, he fucks my mouth faster and faster, not going deep, but keeping his strokes shallow to focus on the tip of his cock. His hands never leave my face, even when he throws back his head and bellows as he spills down my throat.
I keep my end of the bargain and swallow every bit of it as he releases his hold and grips the edge of his desk to stay upright.
In that moment, I realize the game Mount is playing with me is more dangerous than he knows, because I just gained the advantage.
