Page 117 of Heartless Sinner

“I said, lick it off.”

“And I said, fuck you.”

His fist stayed buried in my hair, holding me inches from the mess while the smell of sour Doritos and vomit made me close to adding another layer to it.

The second his hold loosened, I jerked back and spat on his boot.

“Now lick that up too,” he demanded.

“No.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared up at him. “Use that gun and kill me if you have to.”

He went completely unreadable, and for one terrifying second, I wondered if I’d pushed him enough to actually consider it.

“Fine.” He reared back and spat in my hair.

My mouth fell open.

Oh, this motherfucker.

Whatever. I’d add a deep conditioning mask to my post-Initiation recovery plan.

Still wasn’t licking his damn boot.

He yanked my head back and pressed his crotch against my face, the thick heat of his erection pushing against my lips through the rough fabric of his pants.

“Kiss it,” he said. “Kiss it and stroke me.”

I wanted to bite the damn thing off, but kissing a little hard-on through pants was probably the easiest part of this fucking Initiation.

I shot him a murderous glare before pressing the quickest, most resentful peck possible against his crotch.

“There.” I pulled back. “Happy?”

He dug his fingers harder into my aching scalp. “You can do better than that.”

Obviously.

I could also headbutt him in the balls.

Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him again.

He hauled me up by my hair until I stumbled to my feet, then decided he preferred me on my knees and shoved me right back down.

“Kiss it like you fucking worship it, Daphne.”

Gritting my teeth, I held my mouth there longer, putting on the most convincing performance I could manage.

A low groan left him before he pulled me upright.

He slid his hand down my stomach and cupped me between my legs. “As much as I want to choke you with my cock, no other Son is going to witness that.” He glanced toward the tiny camera tucked into the corner before looking back at me. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”

“You’ll never touch me again. You killed my father.”

The menace vanished from his face for half a second before he moved closer. “No, I didn’t. We figured out how to fake the video. But don’t you fucking repeat that in here. Pretend, Princess. Pretend I broke you for the cameras.”

For a second, I forgot how to react.

“You’re lying,” I rasped.