Her nostrils flare before her gaze falls to my crotch again. Her palms plant themselves on her thighs as she looks like she’s weighing every single choice that’s led her here.
“I could bite you,” she warns. “Make you bleed.”
I exhale a low laugh. “Princess, if you do it right, I’ll thank you.”
That earns me a scowl, but it doesn’t stop her hands from moving.
She reaches for my belt with fingers that tremble ever so slightly, not out of fear, but anger. Her fury is humming beneath her skin like electricity, and it turns me the fuck on. There’s something delicious about this—about her doing something so dirty, so intimate, to keep her father breathing and keep herself from unraveling under the weight of my world.
She gets my pants undone with practiced defiance, yanking the zipper down like she wants to punish me with it. Then she frees me, slow and deliberate, lips parting as she takes me in.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Now, I’m starting to get pissed off.
“Jesus,” she mutters, glaring at my cock like it personally offended her.
“Something wrong?” I ask, voice rough and teetering on ripping her off the ground to make her spill out every man she’s ever given a blowjob to, and wanting her to remain exactly where she is.
“I hate you.”
Those three words should hurt. I should think about them. I shouldn’t be selfish and worry about myself, but about how it makesherfeel.
But I don’t.
Sienna might have morals and requires dates, to be wooed, and to actually know a person’s favorite color before sucking a man off, but that’s not me.
I’m never going to be that for her, and this is lesson number one.
I take.
I conquer.
I own.
That’s it.
“You’re gonna need to try harder than that to convince,” I profess evenly, locking onto her beautiful, golden brown eyes. “You’re already on your knees.”
Sienna rolls her eyes while her nostrils flare, but shifts closer, her breath brushing teasingly against the tip.
When she finally takes me into her mouth, it’s not tentative. It’s not sweet. It’s a warning, teeth grazing my skin just enough to make my knees stiffen.
Fuck.
“Goddamn,” I hiss, threading a hand through her hair, guiding her as she works me with that stubborn mouth of hers.
She’s good at this, better than I expected.
Maybe because she hates me.
Maybe because she wants to punish me.
Maybe because this is the one place she gets to have power on her knees, using my body to spit her defiance back in my face.
I let and watch her.
And I lose my fucking mind.
