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My head was yanked up and pushed down until it adopted a bobbing motion. My mouth glided down his shaft, sensing every raised vein against my lips, every rush of blood that hardened him against my gums.
“That’s it, little dove.” Malyr breathed heavily through his parted lips, letting a deep, masculine groan vibrate the air. “Show me how much you enjoy having my cock fuck your pretty lips. You like this, don’t you?”
I glared up at him, opening my mouth wider, taking him deeper. Whatever it took to finish this and leave.
“Mmm, are you telling yourself right now that you hate this?” He leaned back and shifted sideways, palming my rear and diving his hand under my skirts. His fingers skimmed around my buttocks and between my legs, finding my sex as drenched as I had earlier. “Lie to yourself all you want, Galantia, but your body cannot hide how it wants to be my whore. How you secretly long for the burn of a cut, the sting of a bite, the tingle of a slap.”
The way he orbited my wet entrance made me moan. The worst thing about this? How my hips circled with his motion, seeking it. What if he was right? What if I longed for all those things?
“Yes, you do,” Malyr crooned as if he’d read my thoughts, which was humiliating in itself, but not nearly as much as how he retrieved his fingers and held the glistening proof of my depravity to my face. “Which took me by surprise, I can admit that. Lick my fingers. Have a taste of your lust.”
I choked around his girth. “No…”
Slap.
His palm hit my cheek just before he pulled my mouth off his cock, but it wasn’t the pain of it that made heat prick behind my ears for it hadn’t truly hurt. No, it was the way he stroked those fingers inside my mouth, rubbing the tang of my arousal on my gums, around my tongue, onto my molars.
Destroying any and all denial.
Malyr pulled my head back down on his cock until his crown hit the back of my throat. There he kept me, trapped between his crotch and the force of his hold, making me splutter, choke… moan.
When I gagged, he allowed me just enough retreat for a gasp of air. Then he thrust his hips upward, keeping my head in place by my strands, no matter how I writhed, struggled, tried to rear back. Only when my face tingled, my eyes burned, and my surroundings blurred did he sink deeper into the couch again and stared deep into my eyes.
And I knew then what he’d come for.
He thumbed the outer corner of my eye as though he could somehow dislodge my tears, but none came. “You truly won’t cry, will you?”
Malyr once more glided his fingers beneath my skirts. He ran them up and down along my drenched slit while I sucked his cock until—slap. His fingers struck my cunt, sending ripples of pleasure into my clit and heat deep into my belly.
“Do you want to know what is worse than being forced to endure the most… depraved acts?”Slap.Another swat at my cunt, followed by wonderful pressure that built, crested. “Liking them.Give me your come, little dove.”
His demand stoked the anger at my core into blistering fury, heating those tears I could not shed. There was no more pride in it, no more provocation. Only the sobering truth that something was wrong with me.
And he knew.
Because he spanked and thrust my sex into a swollen, throbbing thing, until, at his final swat, my orgasm hit me like a lightning strike. It ached like none before, spreading from my center along my entire body and into every nerve ending, destroying me.
“Such a good little whore,” he crooned. “Maybe you are not the precious diamond I first judged you to be, polished to a shine that not even a crown would ever return to me.” Harsh, labored breaths accompanied his words as his cock throbbed against my gums. “Maybe you are already a little bit cracked, a little bit broken. Look at me.”
His words fractured something inside me, splintering away on my dignity, my sanity, my sense of value as I looked at him. He must have seen the damage somewhere in my eyes, that cracking of my soul, because a guttural groan ripped from the chest that held his black heart. By the time salty ropes coated my gums, I had no strength left to keep his seed from running warm and thick down my throat.
He released my hair, retreated from my mouth, then sat up straight.
“Open your mouth.” He cupped my face between his hands and leaned forward until his forehead nearly touched mine. “Show me how you swallowed all of me down.”
My lips parted on their own accord.
Something dark and terrifying glistened at the depth of Malyr’s irises. His lips parted, and his grip tightened on my face before he spit into my mouth, letting warm saliva run down my tongue.
“That is the closest my lips will ever come to yours.” He rose around me and walked off. Helped himself to my pitcher, washing all traces of me off him over the bowl before he put himself away and tied the front of his breeches. “I suggest you fix your hair and clean whatever you allowed to drool down your chin. I cannot let you walk into this exchange looking like a whore. We have to keep up the pretense.”
I tried to bite back the raw anger gnawing at my clenched jaws.
Tried and failed.
“I want you to know that I hate you,” I bit out as I rose and turned to face him, each muscle in my body trembling under the biting strain of rage. “I regret that the rock that day wasn’t sharp enough to kill you. Regret even more that I didn’t slam a larger one down on your head until I made certain you would never get up again. The only thing that offers a sliver of reprieve from all this regret is the hope that the way I stopped your escape that day addedmonthsto your time in the dungeons.”
His entire body stiffened, lips parting and closing, eyes narrowing and widening, his entire face a grimace of ever-changing emotions. Confusion. Shock. Agony. It all flitted across his features for seconds. Minutes. Eternities.
