Thunder crackles, and a second later, it’s pouring rain again.
I suck on the handle with as much pressure as I can, given how little space I have to move my head.
Dorran pushes the handle deep – to the back of my throat – and I gag. He pulls it out, and then pushes it in again. “That’s right; suck it. Suck it like you would my cock. Take it all in and show me how bad you want it.”
I moan, and he steps closer to me.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he tells me, then scans my face. “And I promise you, if you take me down, I’m taking you to hell with me.”
My pussy aches; my nipples harden. The things this man says drive me to the brink of insanity.
He tightens his fingers on my throat again, then all but shoves the handle to the very back of my mouth.
My eyes widen as I try to gasp, but end up gagging instead. My head presses against the pillar as I heave, but Dorran doesn’t stop. He keeps shoving the switchblade’s handle in and out of my mouth – faster and faster. There’s spit dripping down my chin now, and a few tears fall down to my temples.
Suddenly, he pulls the handle out of my mouth, releases my throat, and takes a single step back. Then he watches me – slowly, deviously – and tilts his head to the side.
“Take off your shorts.”
I swallow, and it hurts. “Why?” I ask. My voice sounds broken to my ears.
“Did you go to Gavin after you leftFinesse?” he questions. He’d asked me earlier if I would, and I’d told him I wouldn’t. I meant that.
“No,” I say.
“Do you want him?” His eyes narrow just a little after he asks that.
I scoff. “Are you asking me this because you care, or because you’re simply curious?”
He straightens his head. “Neither.”
I swipe the back of my hand over my spit-covered chin. “Then why ask at all?”
“Because, Little Swan…” He leans in and braces both of his forearms on the pillar, above my head. “I don’t share my shit with anyone, least of all with scums like him.”
There’s so much to unpack in that one sentence, that I take a moment and let it play in my head a second time.
The rain picks up further, and as gusts of wind blow by us, I can smell the sweat, cologne, and Earth on Dorran.
“So youdocare, then,” I say. “Liar.”
He hesitates. “More like I’m undecided on it.” He makes a softhumphkinda sound. “Yeah, let’s go with undecided for now.”
“Fine,” I state.
“Fine,” he repeats.
We stare at each other for a long beat or two, and then I cut through the silence by clicking my tongue.
“You called me a shit,” I quip.
His lips quirk up. “Did I?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, I ain’t apologizing for that.”
I lift my left leg and gently nudge his cock with my knee.
