Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Not going to happen.”
“I was never going to make you come,” he explains, and my heart skips a beat as he pulls off his underwear, dropping them to the ground. “You’re going to suck me off, take my cum, and walk back to Onyx House with your tail between your legs knowing that my load is still inside you, Weston. On your knees.”
His cock is right there in front of me.
Thick, bare, and hard. The angle is strange from behind the mask, and I can only catch glimpses of it as he moves.
He pushes me to the ground and it’s nothing like when the crazy guy tried to restrain me. The way Sevan is touching me is more deliberate. Slower and firmer.
Like he’s unhurried and patient.
I am so fucking screwed.
This night was meant to be revenge. A way to get back at the one person who hates me more than anyone, then finally reveal to him that it was my dick he was sucking.
And of course, my best laid plans always turn out to be the goddamn worst ones.
Sev cups his hand beneath my chin, cradling my head and tipping it backward so that he can get an angle where I’m forced to look up at him.
“Why were you here?” he asks. “Really?”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
Jesus.
Why can’t I curb my fucking mouth around a guy who probably wouldn’t hesitate to choke me out?
“Tell me why you were here.”
“Because I wanted you to suck me off,” I tell him, unable to hide the venom in my tone. “Why is that so difficult for you to get?”
Sev is quiet for a moment.
He looks me over like he’s studying for some goddamn test.
“You had a plan?”
“Is that so hard to believe? Just because you call me Sheriff doesn’t mean I don’t do what I want, sometimes.”
“Thought you were straight as an arrow.”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he finally pushes my hood all the way down, grabbing my hair in his fingers and giving it a tug.
“Thought you were, too,” I tell him. “Until I found out you come to these fucked up parties.”
“How did you get an invitation to Zenith?”
“Roman has his ways. I asked, he made it happen for me. And I have to say, I’m not impressed by Zenith. Sex, violence. I can see why it’s your favorite hideout.”
“It isn’t just about sex or violence. I think you should have figured that out by now.”
He’s stroking his cock idly in front of me.
And I can’t stop glancing down, trying to catch a glimpse.
Bad enough that I’m still painfully fucking hard, but… he is, too.
Sev knows it’s me, and he’s still hard.
Something in my brain has bypassed the normal circuitry, and I know I’m going to say something stupid before I can shut myself up.
“Should have known you weren’t completely straight,” I tell him. “You always had such a problem with me, but maybe that’s because you had a crush. Do you bitch at me all the fucking time because you actually want my throat?”
The words are only tumbling out of my mouth because I’m panicking, and with each new thing I say I know I’m digging my grave deeper.
I can’t let it go, though.
I was so close.
So close to finally having an upper hand on him, for once. Finally putting him in his place. Sev Berlant is the definition of someone who provokes just because he can.
And I almost got to ruin that forever.
He grips my hair a little tighter, making it hurt before he finally lets it go. My head falls back downward a little and I catch a glimpse of him stroking his cock.
Christ.
The first time I’ve had a naked cock anywhere close to my face.
I want to stare, but I’m afraid to at the same time.
“I don’t want anyone,” Sev finally says flatly. “I don’t give a damn if the person wrapped around my cock is a man or not. Either way, I’m going to get off, and then live my life the way I like to. Independently. Alone.”
“And that’s why you come to Zenith nights?”
“Yes, I like to fight, and I like to do it without being told no from people like you,” he says. “And I prefer sex to be anonymous. Unattached. You really went and screwed that up for me, tonight.”
“So you don’t even have one-night-stands unless they’re anonymous,” I breathe. “What are you avoiding, Sevan?”
He forces his cock up against my mouth before I can dig myself into the ground any further.
Suddenly there’s warm, soft skin up against my lips.
His fucking cock, touching my mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter against him.
“Open.”
After my curiosity about men got so bad it almost made me snap over the past year, it’s finally happening.
And it has to be like this. Him forcing himself into me while this stupid mask is on my face because he can’t even stand to see me. Pushing his cock against me like it’s a threat, an invasion of privacy, a fucking retaliation.