Page 18 of Claimed By Ruin

I grabbed her arm, then spun her to face me.

“Be as pissed as you want, but you are not going to put yourself or my baby in danger.”

She looked at me, her lips turning up. She saw something in my face that stopped her. That little phantom smile dropped, and she glared at me.

“Is there anything else, Jack?” she said, looking down at where my hand gripped her arm.

When I didn’t respond, she pulled her arm. I tightened my grip. She glared at me, her eyes burning, her chest heaving with angry breaths.

She twisted her lips in an ugly sneer. “But Jack, I’m pregnant. You can’t manhandle me like this. It might hurt the baby.”

I tightened my grip for a split second but then let go. “You think this is a fucking game?” I pushed through clenched teeth.

She laughed. “Don’t you? Big bad Jack knows best, right? I’ll tell you a secret, this is my favorite part.” She dropped to her knees in front of me, and smoothed her hands up my thighs. “You’re not curious about which part?”

She walked her fingers up my thighs and hovered at my belt buckle. “The part where you get all angry and fuck me because you won’t hit me. Sad that’s what passes for nobility these days, but there’s a definite upside.”

A swoosh of leather on leather and my belt was open. She met my eyes. “I’ll tell you another secret. I love to suck cock, and yours is the best I ever tasted. I’ve been really bad today, too. You should come on my face. That would really teach me.”

In a flash, she pulled her shirt and bra over her head and off, her nipples hard and taut.

“Asia…” I said, grabbing her wrist when she went to touch me.

“What?” she said. “You’re already hard, so stop wasting time.”

Her eyes widened when I dropped to my knees, too. I reached out, caressing her cheek, not even trying to hide the way my hand trembled. I gripped her cheek lightly, moving slowly, eyes locked on hers as I brushed my lips against hers, soft at first. Then a little harder.

I breathed out when she sucked my bottom lip between hers.

Yelped when she dug in her teeth.

The hot coppery taste hit my tongue, and I pulled back and stared at her. “What the fuck, Asia?”

She just smiled, looking triumphant.

I should walk away, or better yet, tell her I never would. But she wouldn’t believe me. I hadn’t given her a reason to.

I stood, threading my fingers in her hair with one hand and freed my cock with the other.

She shrieked when I pulled her hair, and I took the opening.

Pushed into her mouth like it was her pussy. She breathed out hard through her nose and swallowed. I shuddered at the sensation of her throat closing around the head of my cock.

Let my eyes drift lower to watch as she squeezed her nipples in time with the little hum at the back of her throat.

I saw the victory in her eyes.

She thought she had me.

I pulled her hair harder. Pushed deeper, her breath tickling the hair at the base of my cock.

Her eyes popped wide when I rocked my hips, but she recovered, swallowing again.

Back and forth we went, thrust, swallow, thrust swallow.

I fought against the sensation, ignoring that tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine the same way Asia ignored pain in her jaw.

“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling out at the last possible second to splash her tits with cum.