I whimpered and gave a small nod. Those words sounded way too dirty coming out of his mouth.
“We’ll see about that.” Devlin rotated his hips, making my pussy clenched down around his length. “Open your mouth.”
I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed until he said that. Opening them was a lot harder than I thought, but I did it. I put all my focus into forcing my lids to flutter. The sight that awaited me wasn’t one I was prepared for. Sweat slicked Devlin’s hair, and his eyes were completely feral.
“That’s not your mouth,Bréagán.”
The warning in his husky tone was evident, yet I couldn’t make my lips part. My mind was completely entrapped by the large, sweaty man on top of me.
I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. The way his muscles twitched and lips parted was nothing short of breathtaking. Even the strain pulling on his brow called to me.
“Fuck me.” He grunted, slammed into me one more time, then grabbed my chin and pried my jaw apart.
There was barely enough time for my mind to register the feeling of him pulling out of me before the thick head of a cock pulsing with need, splashed something on my tongue. My mouth was suddenly filled with salty fluid as Devlin roared out a long and exaggerated “Fuuuuck!”
My tongue moved around, trying to get rid of the fluid invading my senses, but Devlin clamped his hand tightly around my lips.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Swallow that shit.”
His eyes stayed locked on mine. I couldn’t just see the possessive glint within those dark orbs, I could feel it. And as his release moved down my throat, I knew that what Devlin had been saying was true. I belonged to him.
Fuck.
It felt as if my limbs were weighed down on the softness of the mattress while the rest of my body lay there, floating on a fluffy cloud of numbness. I was exhausted. My mind, however… that was running a marathon. One thought kept churning over and over again.
I just had sex with Devlin.
What the hell was wrong with me?
This was a man who hadn’t uttered a single nice thing to me. He didn’t welcome me with open arms or even give me warm smile. From the second I met him, it had been nothing but cruelness.
The kindest thing he’d said to me was ‘she’s wearing too much make-up,’ and that was spoken to his brother as if I weren’t in the room. He was cold, hateful, and downright mean, and I let him in.
But did I?
I looked over at Devlin lying beside me and smacked my lips together as his chest heaved. The salty taste of his orgasm still lingered in my mouth, reminding me of the angry glint in his eyes as he ordered me to swallow it. Come to think of it, everything he did was an order or forceful. I didn’t want this.
I didn’t want him.
Did I?
I was so confused.
“Did you just rape me?”
Devlin’s left eye popped open. “You liked it.”
Seriously! That’s how he was going to answer that question? Then again, maybe he had a point? I could’ve fought harder. What did a cat or squirrel do when they were cornered by a bigger predator?
They snapped and fought like their life depended on it, because, well, it did. So, if I really didn’t want Devlin to touch me, then I should have lost my shit and not stopped until I clawed his eyes out.
But I didn’t.
Maybe I didn’t want it. Maybe he was right, and I did like it? Why else would I have come? Orgasms didn’t just pop up. They had to be worked up to and wanted at least a little.
Sometimes I couldn’t get myself there, and I tried. Then along came Devlin with his masterful fingers and magic dick… asshole.
“Is there anything you’re bad at?”
