Page 264 of Fatality

One last time, his hip snaps forward, with a deep final push, he buries himself down my throat, his cum releasing by waves, his cock throbs against my tongue.

His piercing is a strong contrast of his heat and the cold metal.

He holds my head down

I swallow every drop.

I lift my eyes, his gaze is already locked into mine.

His grip loosening into my skull.

“Fucking beautiful.” He praises again, his voice a low, deep, almost longing tone.

I pull back and let his softening cock slip out, a thread of cum and saliva extends from my tongue to his tip before snapping.

He looks down at me as I settle back on my heels to catch my breath.

He bends down, reaches with his thumb, brushing a probable drop from my chin and brings it to his own mouth.

I push myself to my feet.

I can’t admit I thrilled on sucking him off here.

“I did it because you'll be more compliant.” I cross my arms. “You'll stay there, let the tailor take your measurements, and try on the tuxedo.”

I turn my back on him, refusing to meet his eyes and that fucking smirk plastered across his idiot face.

“The ball is in two days. So, for once, don't try to kill that poor man.”

“Can't promise.” He chuckles.

“You're unbelievable.”

“You like it.” He takes a step closer. I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

“No. Now stay still.”

I leave the fitting room, stomping away with my heart pounding, my ears probably burning bright red, and my hair undoubtedly a mess.

“Fucking psychopath.”

The tailor man walks back in, his eyes adverted.

I drop into a chair, cross my legs, and wait.

Five minutes later, he walks out, looking furious but cocky.

My eyes travel over his outfit.

The jacket is perfectly tailored to his shoulders, making them look even broader. The pants aren't too tight, leaving enough room to move comfortably.

I can't take my eyes off him.

And that pisses me off so damn much.

“Well...” I begin, my voice dropping into a low, almost intimate tone. “That is...”

What was that? I can't even form a sentence?