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He pins my head between his body and the bookcase, releasing my now messed-up hair and gripping the bookcase as if to control himself better. He reduces me to a slut on her knees, letting a biker fuck her face while offering him her tits to come on. The fact that he’s got a knife ready at my jaw adds a dangerous edge to the scenario, one in which he could force me to finish him off if I refused to. He said he’s never done that to a woman before, and I believe him, because girls offer themselves to him on golden platters. But the devilish dip of his eyebrows, the insane pace he’s taken that makes me gag and gurgle, they belong to a beast, not to a man.
My mind must have shut down from the pressure, because I give in to the butterflies forming in my stomach.
I’m feeling goddamn butterflies while this animal stuffs his dick down my throat. Pretty much against my will, depending on how you choose to look at it. This might not be literally forced, but one could argue he twisted my arm into it. And here I am, enjoying the experience to the fucking fullest.
“Where do you want it?” he asks gruffly. For a moment, I can’t believe he’s letting me choose where I want his sperm, but then I squeeze my arms to my sides, offering him the swell of my breasts.
He pulls rashly out of my mouth, leaving my lips numb and pulsing. I’m still gasping for air when strings of warmth squirt onto my neck and tits, Micah releasing an animalistic growl. He sounds like he has a hell of a hard time controlling himself, his masculine voice and that brutally handsome face doing things to me that no man ever has before. It’s all I can do not to squirm against my own thighs as he unloads his cum all over me. It’s a lot of it, and by the way he curses under his breath and the trembling of his body, he’s loving this more than he intended to.
He smears his cum on my tits and on my nipples with his pierced cock, starting to laugh down at me like I’m a piece of shit getting what she deserves.
“You like my marking you with my jizz like a dog marks his bitch, don’t you?” Thrills run down my spine. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
I open my mouth wider, not sure what I’m going to say, when he brings the pierced crest of his cock to my lips and pushes through, releasing the last of his pleasure inside. I’m stunned by how much this man can produce, as if he’s had a case of blue balls for days now.
“Swallow,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s the voice of a man who hates me for making him feel this way. Releasing the bookcase, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and produces his phone. The way he angles it down to me, I know beyond a doubt he’s just turned the camera on, and I panic.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I shriek, but the blade flashes under my chin, and my mouth snaps shut. He uses the blade to tilt my face up, so that I’m completely exposed to his camera. On my knees, with my tits out and covered in jizz.
“Come on, Eva. Let the world see what a dirty whore you are.” He starts recording. “Tell everyone how this is the second cock you let deep-throat you tonight.”
So his dick must be in the picture, too.
I keep my mouth shut, staring defiantly at him and not the camera, refusing to speak. He pushes the blade just a little into my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to remind me I’m at his mercy.
“I’ll say it’s been edited with AI,” I hiss.
“It’ll still give you serious heat. Not to mention there will always be the doubters. And this image of you will be forever branded in everyone’s minds.” His voice darkens as he says that, as if the idea bothers him, too. And yet here he is, ready to immortalize this moment.
“I won’t say what you want me to say, because it’s not true,” I bite out.
The cords in his forearms work, and the blade bites into my skin. His eyes turn penetrating, drilling for information.
“Are you saying mine is the only cock you sucked tonight?”
My lips pull into a smile, and then into a grin. I may be on my knees in front of a guy that messes with my head the way no one ever did before him, but I still have power. Whether he wants exclusivity or to hear that I’m a whore, it’s in my hands to give it to him or not.
“I did what you wanted so you wouldn’t shred my clothes and send me back home in rags—or with my tits hanging out. What will you do now if I refuse to declare what you demand? Cut my throat?”
I wouldn’t put it past the Kings to do that and far worse to their enemies. What I know for a fact is that they never hurt women and children, no matter what. At least not physically.
He uses the blade to make me stand, and traps me against the bookcase again.
“I liked shoving my dick down your throat, Professor. Using you for my needs might just become my new kink.” He grins, and those dimples appear, sending the butterflies in my stomach flapping around excitedly. I grip the bookcase behind me for balance, and Micah’s grin turns wicked, as if he has me right where he wants me. He turns off the camera and slips the phone back into his pocket, leaving nothing between our bodies apart from a small amount of space and that knife, which for some reason only makes me hornier. I’m going to play with myself so hard tonight.
“You refused to talk to my camera,” he goes on, his voice like a velvety whip dragging down my spine. “So you’re gonna have to give me something else I want.” That perfectly chiseled jaw lowers, allowing those eyes to force their power onto me. “You’re going to become my plaything, Professor. And I will become your boy toy.” He steps so close to me that I can barely breathe anything save his heat, the back of my head pushing into the spines of the books behind me. Keeping the knife under my chin with one hand, he slips the other under my skirt and into my panties.
I gasp, stiffening at the brutal way he slides two fingers inside me.
“Hmm,” he purrs, and I curse under my breath. There’s no hiding my arousal now. “This is all you, isn’t it?” he says in a satisfied low voice as his fingers slide in and out, slowly, reveling in my wetness. “How long since a dick pounded this cunt?”
It’s been too long, but I won’t give the entitled bastard any more satisfaction than he’s already taking for himself. I clench my jaw to prevent myself from saying more than I have to. Not that I’m the talkative kind who starts blabbering about when she’s nervous, like Annie. Still, Micah Royales is raking the mask off my face with warlock fingers.
Because that’s what the bastard is for bewitching me like this.
He’s a warlock I’m about to come for as he explores my pussy with his fingers. I knock my head against the books, determined to resist him, but I’m losing the battle, and he notices. I can tell by that widening smile and those deepening dimples.
“Do you want me to make you come, Professor?” he taunts. I loose a sigh, squeezing my eyes shut to block the waves of intensity flowing from him. “Shall I pound this whorish cunt with my fingers until my knuckles batter it?” I’m not looking at him, but I can tell from the shift of the shadow on my eyelids that he’s cocked his head to the side. “Or would you like me to do it sweetly with my mouth?”
