Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I don’t hesitate. I slide my lips around the head of his cock, allowing him into my mouth. Massaging his balls, I move back and forth, hating him for how much harder he’s getting, forcing me to open my jaw more. But I’m still a Wilde, and I keep my teeth just close enough to his flesh to irritate, the way I remember one of the girls I was with did with me, albeit unintentionally.
Killian growls, snatching me by the hair. Instinctively, my jaw opens, though I wish I’d clamped down as he pulls me off his dick, tugging my hair, yanking my head back, my neck taut as he barks, “Try that again, and you’ll be getting a lot worse than this.”
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 I need 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.