"Fuck," he growled.
With a mouthful of cock, I grinned. Yeah, he wasn’t as composed as he’d like me to believe, and certainly not as much with my lips sucking him deep. Ice-blue eyes glared down at me as he shoved harder on the next thrust, choking me with his length.
My eyes widened as I coughed and sputtered. He merely kept going, not caring if I was suffocating.What if I vomited on him?I breathed through my nose, in and out, harshly.
“Did you like that?” Gaven asked, his tone tight. “Licking my cum off the head of my cock? I didn’t know you’d be so pleased by it. Perhaps, I’ll let you do this again if you’re so enthusiastic.”
My hands anchored at his hips tightened and this time, when my nails scored them, I pushed them deeper into the revealed flesh on purpose. I was angry. I wanted to draw blood.
The pain only made him hiss as he forced himself farther into my mouth and held still. “Yes,” he huffed out, head tilted back. “Every morning, I’ll wake you with my cock. Sometimes, I’ll shove it into your warm and waiting pussy, soaking your cunt in my cum and making you walk around with a little piece of me in your womb. After you’re too pregnant to take me, though, that’s when I’ll use your mouth. Every. Single. Fucking. Morning.” His words came harsh and angry, yet they somehow only made me wetter.
It was embarrassing to admit, but I could picture exactly what he was saying. Waking up with a big man like him over me, shoving his cock into my pussy at the very moment I’d wake, shuddering around him as we both came apart.
“You’ll be round with my fucking child,” he continued, painting the picture ofhisperfect life. “On your knees before me, completely naked so I can see it all as you part these pretty lipsof yours and suck me clean. Maybe I’ll make you clean my cock after each time I take you, licking your own juices and cum off of me.”
That heat in my face from earlier spanned downward, moving over my bare chest as my nipples tightened. I hated that he was filling my head with his depraved fantasies. After all he’d done to me, he knew he had me trapped. I knew it too. My pathetic attempt at running away had been ill-exercised at best. We were too close to the end now, to the actual ceremony, for me to think of another way. Because of that, too, I was being closely watched. Monitored by not just my father and his men but by Gaven himself.
Otherwise, why else would he be here? Fucking my throat like a man who was confident that his claim was sealed? He was reminding me that I was a butterfly trapped in his web. I squeezed my eyes shut as his hips continued to thrust. His cock powered into my mouth, over and over again. He fucked my lips like a pussy, fast and hard until I knew that they, too, would be sore after this. A moment later, more of that salty fluid came over my tongue, filling my cheeks and slipping into my stomach. It came in spurts, shooting against the back of my throat. I choked, but he tightened his hold when I tried to shove back.
"Swallow. It," he snapped. Tears leaked from my eyes as I looked up. His expression was hard, unforgiving. “Swallow my fucking cum, Angel, like a good girl or I’ll do something worse than fist your pussy. I’ll fuck your ass raw and force you to walk out of this fucking shop with it dripping down your legs.”
Unable to do anything else, I obeyed him, swallowing as more of that liquid filled my mouth. Once he was sure I was submitting, his harsh grip relaxed slightly. Strong fingers touched my hair, sifting through it far gentler than before, and when he finally moved back, pulling his cock from my mouth, Ifound myself gasping for air, coughing, and reaching up to wipe beneath my eyes.
“If you listen to me, then this will be much easier,” Gaven said as I heaved for more breath, inhaling and exhaling rapidly. “My wants are quite simple, after all. You will obey me and bend to my will, and I will treat you like the queen I expect you to become. You will be showered with gifts and given everything your little heart desires.”
“My heart desires freedom,” I hissed back, coughing still.
“Everything but that, then,” he amended.
I glared up at him as I tried to catch my breath. Gaven met my gaze as he tucked himself back into his slacks and zipped up. “This doesn’t have to be awful for you,” he said, reaching down for me and pulling me to my feet.
I was still mostly naked before him, standing there in the vile underwear he’d forced upon me with the weight of the bullet he had complete control over, buried right next to my clit as a constant reminder.
“The relationship you have with your father is far different from most other women in your position,” he says, cupping my cheek. “You love him, and he you. I can see that.”
I stiffened at his words but merely glared back at him without a verbal response.What would be the point?
“Think of it, Angel,” he urged. “You have the opportunity to give a very powerful man something he’s always dreamed of.”
I scoffed. “You being that powerful man?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “Imagine how grateful I would be to the woman who made me a king and gave me an heir.”
“You aren’t acting fucking grateful,” I snapped.
He arched a brow. “That’s because you’re fighting me,” he replied. Gaven leaned forward and delivered a light kiss to my cold, uncooperative lips. I held perfectly still, waiting for the moment to end, but he wasn’t done. Not yet. “Remember, love,”he whispered against my mouth, “you give me what I want, and perhaps, I’ll allow you to taste that freedom you crave so badly—with conditions, of course.”
When he pulled away, I stared back at him, full of confusion. He’d let me taste the freedom I wanted so badly? What did that mean? Did that mean, if I obeyed him, if I married him, and gave him a child … I would be allowed to leave? If I did all of that … could I?
Gaven didn’t allow me more time to think about what he could mean. He stepped back and removed his body completely from mine. “Think about it,” he prompted as he turned towards the door, straightened himself, and then unlocked it and walked out.
Think about it?The words repeated over and over again in my mind.What was there to think about?In the end, he would still always get what he wanted.
Chapter 16
Angel
Despite Gaven’s interruption at the bridal shop, we managed to select a dress. Now, several days later, I stood at the foot of my four-poster bed, staring at it. The extravagance of the gown was a stark contrast to my simple comforter as it laid flat upon it. It wasn’t what I would have chosen for a supposedly ‘joyous’ occasion, but for this, it felt appropriate. Plus, with the row of beaded buttons at the back, I felt a minor burst of pride at how irritated Gaven might be when he had to get it off me later tonight.
