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With every bone in my body resisting, I sank to my knees before him. My jaw locked in anxiety, the fear of my wife, brother, or mother discovering me like this weighing heavy on my mind. Their voices echoed off the walls just around the corner, a stark reminder of how close they were.
“Happy?” I snapped at Darius, my gaze never leaving his as I tried to convey just how much I despised him in that moment.
But he only smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of me on my knees. And despite the rage coursing through me, I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to him, the way my cock throbbed with need. It was twisted, but I wanted him—wanted more of whatever sick game we were playing.
Darius’s hands were like ice as they cupped my cheeks, his eyes burning into me. “Not even fucking close,” he whispered, his smiley piercing glinting dangerously beneath his top lip.
He stepped back and dragged at the zipper of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. My body tensed, a raging storm of desire and fear surging through my veins. I had been craving him for so long, but not like this.
“You know you want it,” he taunted, his voice a seductive moan. He knew exactly how to play me, how to get under my skin and make me ache for him.
“Fuck you, Darius,” I said, unable to tear my gaze away from the bulge in his boxers.
The odds of getting caught were ridiculously high; every creak of the floorboards or distant murmur of voices made sweat trickle down the back of my neck.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I took a deep breath, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I had never been in such a vulnerable position before, and the thought of my family finding out sent a chill down my spine. But there was no denying the fire inside me, the unquenchable desire to be free, to be wild. Darius’s lips curved into a smug grin, and I knew he could see right through me. With a swift movement, he pulled down his jeans, revealing his thick, hard cock. The head teased me, leaking pre-cum, and fuck if I wasn’t eager to suck it off.
“Do it,” I said, my words clipped and my eyes like lasers on his.
He paused, his eyes pinning me, and for a moment, I thought he would back down, but then he dove forward, no remorse in the way his flesh broke my lips apart. The sensation, the feeling of his cock, the taste of his seed slipping down my tongue consumed my entire being.
“Look at you sucking my cock like you need it to fucking live.” He pulled on the strands of my hair. “Now who's in fucking control?”
He forced me forward, the muscles in my throat tensing as I took more of him into the back of my throat. My cock throbbed in desperation, aching for relief and craving a fuck I knew I couldn’t have. I reached for my belt on my slacks, and Darius abruptly removed himself from my mouth.
“What?” I asked, breathless, my chin soaked.
“Just because I’m fucking your face doesn’t mean you get to touch your cock.”
Before I could reply, his flesh was deep down my throat where it belonged, his gaze like a fire, and his touch rough. Chatter from the dining room echoed down the halls, teasing me with the threat of getting caught, but there was nothing I could do now. I was too far gone.
“Fuck,” I gasped around his shaft, my words muffled by his erection
A low moan left Darius’s lips as he pulled out and lowered his face to mine. “Damn, too bad you can’t see yourself now. You’re fucking perfect on your knees.”
He stroked the mixture of pre-cum and my saliva gliding across his veiny shaft. I knew what he wanted, and I was willing to let him have it.
“Spread that fucking mouth of yours wide open. Let’s see if it can finally be useful for something.”
He thrust into me, relentless and unyielding, as I struggled to keep my jaw from locking shut. He forced every drop down my throat, causing me to gag but unable to resist. Gasping for air, my body trembled with a mixture of humiliation and twisted satisfaction from being used in such a degrading manner.
“God, you look so good like this,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “On your knees, with my cock in your mouth. It’s where you fucking belong.”
He tucked himself back into his boxers and left me there, kneeling and struggling to regain some semblance of control.
I couldn’t think straight, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. I licked my lips, tasting Darius on my tongue, and knew that I wanted more—needed more—of him. It was sick and twisted, but I wanted him and no one else. As I wiped my mouth and stood, I was thankful we hadn’t been caught. With shaky legs, I walked back toward the dining room, trying to push away the memory of what had just transpired and the dark, all-consuming desire that continued to burn within me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I entered the dining room, trying to shake off what had just happened with Darius. The unsettling mixture of shame and desire still coursed through my veins, making it hard to focus on anything else. I spotted Cole standing next to our mother, a somber expression on his face. The room fell silent as everyone’s attention turned to him.
“Our father’s in the hospital,” he announced, his voice heavy with emotion. “I’ve been spending most of my time with him.”
The news hit me like a brick wall, but not for the reasons one might expect. It wasn’t sadness that gripped me; it was betrayal. How could they keep something like this from me? My jaw clenched as I fought to maintain my composure.
“Really?” Kent snapped, his anger breaking the tense silence. “You just intentionally left us in the dark, you asshole?”
I couldn’t help but agree with him. We were family, even if all we cared about was trying to beat one another to be the head of our father’s empire. Weren’t we supposed to share these burdens together? But as much as I wanted to join in on Kent’s outrage, I couldn’t bring myself to speak up. Instead, I stood there, stewing in my toxic mix of emotions and what it meant for me, and for Darius.
“Kent, please,” our mother interjected, attempting to regain control of the situation. “Now is not the time for this.”
