Page 66 of Stalked

“You’ll pray for my cock, Prue. You’ll pray for it like it’s your fucking God.”

I’m twisted. Sick. Madly in lust and incredibly unhinged to be turned on by his blasphemy.

And I accept my depravity. Conform to it.

I’m falling harder for Theo with each passing second for the liberation he offers.

Fearing him at the same time, too.

“Don’t hurt me.” My whisper comes out contorted given how hard my face is smashed against the wall. “Please.”

“Another man—“ Theo whirls me around, winding his hand in my hair again and ordering me to kneel with his free hand pressing on my shoulder. ”—a plain, boring,safeman wouldn’t hurt you.”

He applies more pressure when my knees lock, coercing me to a kneeling position.

“They’d buy the lie of innocence you’ve worked so hard to uphold.”

Under his furious glare, I surrender, dropping to the floor. There’s no mistaking the desire pulsing through Theo, the outline of his shaft large and menacing. I remember what he felt like in my pussy. His thick girth, the swelling, the throbbing.

Yet I’ve never been this up close to one, not even the ones I saw in my studies or when I worked at a hospital.

I’m terrified to have it rammed into my mouth. To be this intimate with someone, regardless of my desire for him.

“I’m not like other men.” If Theo notices my eyes widening and my quickened breaths, he doesn’t let on. Or he just doesn’t care to. “I see you. See through you. I’ll fuck your mouth, give you what you want. Every inch of it.”

With his hand tangled in my hair and my body submitted to him entirely, I have no other choice. I don’t want one, either.

In this space where reality and fiction meet, I’m still aware of my surroundings. Fully able to recognize Theo won’t harm me. His harshness, the force with which he pulls my hair, it’s only because I consented.

But man, do I love the rush from this make-believe game. Wanting his touch to be wrong.

“Yes.” I blink once instead of bobbing my head.

He doesn’t praise me for agreeing. Doesn’t offer a caress or a shift in his expression to suggest my compliance satisfies him.

Features etched in stone, jaw locked and eyes hard, he orders me, “Take me out.”

It’s another first for me, another part of me that’ll be his forever. My hands aren’t steady as I reach for his belt buckle, and I move slowly.

Too slow.

He bends to grip my chin, his forehead pressing to mine. “Take me outdoesn’t mean play with my belt. It doesn’t mean stare at how hard I am for you, even though I like it. The worry on your face is a fucking aphrodisiac. But I don’t want it now. I said take me out, and I meant to take my goddamn dick out, so I can put it in your mouth. Understood?”

“Yes.” When my fingers work on his belt the second time, I’m not fumbling.

Belt open, button undone and fly of his jeans yanked down, I hook my fingers on the waistband of his black briefs.

“Now,” he snaps.

I yield, moving the fabric over his cock and pushing his briefs and jeans below his balls. Theo’s massive cock jerks, its vein pulsing. A bead of precum glistens at the tip.

Theo grabs the base, tilting his hips forward while pushing my head toward him.

“Open up.” His virile scent carries to me, the silky texture slapping against my lips. “Be a good girl, and open the fuck up.”

The hunger and eagerness to have him in my mouth overcomes my trepidation. I let my bottom lip drop, opening for Theo, moaning for him.

“That’s a start,” he groans, forcing himself past my lips.

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