Page 65 of Secrets of the Brother
Before she could respond, I warned her, “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
She lowered her eyes. “I tried. Once. I didn’t like it.”
I grasped my cock and used the tip to caress her lower lip. “Why?”
It was a special kind of torture hearing about another man touching her.
It was like I was punishing myself for punishing her.
“I don’t want to talk to you about this.”
“I don’t care. Tell me why.”
She avoided eye contact with me. Her cheeks warmed into a pretty, dark-pink blush. “It was… awkward. He was… timid about it. It made it weird. I don’t want to talk about this!”
Time stopped.
My heartbeat stopped.
Everything in that tiny space became unnaturally still.
As if in slow motion, Bianca turned her beautiful face up to meet my gaze.
If some tiny, sane corner of my mind wasn’t worried about giving away our illicit location, I would have let out a feral howl of pleasure.
My sweet, innocent little treasure had a secret dark side.
One that perhaps she wasn’t even fully aware of.
One that I and I alone would experience and possess.
I snatched both her wrists and stretched them high over her head, pressing them against the confessional wall. “Open your mouth and this time I’m not going to stop until you’re choking on my come,” I growled.
She yanked on her wrists, but I held firm.
“I could scream for help,” she challenged, her dark eyes bright with fire.
“Do it. I dare you. And I’ll drag you out of this confessional by your hair and fuck you on the altar right in front of the priest. What’s it going to be, babygirl? Your choice.”
I stared down at her for the span of several breaths.
Truly not caring which she chose.
I was prepared to see my threat through.
There was no salvation for me, so hell held no sway.
Keeping her still defiant gaze trained on me, Bianca slowly opened her lips.
Her show of submission wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
“Wider.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as her wrists twisted in my grip, but then she obeyed, opening her lips wider.
I pushed inside, relishing the soft warm feel of her mouth. I pulled back slightly. “Move your tongue over the tip.”
Her tongue swept over the sensitive head, sending a shockwave of pleasure right up my spine. I threw my head back, restraining myself from thrusting in too deep, too fast. “Good girl.”
