“Shit. You feel so good.”
Pumping my hips, I start to fuck her face, keeping her head steady as I shove my cock down her throat. Calista moans everyso often, the vibrations sending pleasure burning through my body.
Her nails dig into my hips, pressing me harder into her. Saliva drips down her chin and onto the floor but her eyes are pinned on me.
Watching me fuck her tongue with wild abandon.
It’s a sight I’ll never forget, Calista Drache on her knees with her mouth full of cock. She chokes and gags but not once does she ask me to stop.
Her hands slide from my hips to my balls, cupping and squeezing until I’m the one choking for air. Even in a submissive position Calista is in complete control, toying and teasing me until the orgasm explodes right down her throat.
“Fuck.”
Shoving her head forward, I fuck the back of her throat until the stream trickles and dies. Curses flow from my mouth as the wave washes over me, obliterating all my self-control and knocking me senseless.
Calista sucks me through it all, draining every last drop of cum from my body. Frizzy, tangled strands of hair hang loose from her ponytail, the messy curls framing her face in a way that should be illegal.
Even on her knees, this woman looks like a fucking queen.
“Well, that was fun.” Sitting back on her heels, Calista wipes her chin with the back of her hand, “We should do that again sometime.”
“Don’t you want to-
My mouth snaps shut when I feel the handcuff snap around my ankle. Calista offers me a sly smile, one that sends my heart plummeting as she snaps the other cuff to my opposite ankle.
“The Velcro was a nice touch.” Climbing back to her feet, she holds up two strips of fabric with a wicked grin, “But I’m afraid the inside of your pants can only hide so much. Especially when someone gets distractedsoeasily.”
I stare at the gems I stole from Ingrid's coffin, the pouches that should still be hanging off my ass.
Now that the blowjob haze has cleared, I can feel the missing weight as clearly as I can see the sparkling fortune dangling from Calista’s fingertips.
“There is only one thing you need to remember.” She steps forward, bringing us eye-to-fucking-eye, “You’re not the villain of this story, Devil. I am.”
I stare at her, wishing the look in her eyes didn’t look so empty.
“You're a lot of things, Miss Drache, but a villain is not one of them.”
She takes a step back, taking my crew’s future with it, “We’ll see about that.”
I watch her turn and walk out the door, the soft sway of her hips no match for the shout that rattles the entire castle.
“Guards! Come quick – someone’s trying to steal the crystals from the coffin.”
The cuffs around my ankles tighten and almost topple me over when I try to take a step forward. Cursing and scramblingto put my dick back in my pants, I start hopping towards the nearest window.
Stained glass must cost a bloody fortune, but I pay it no attention when I grab the closest object and chuck it through the window. Shouts and thundering feet burst into the throne room just as I launch myself into the night sky.
The wooden roof of the wishing well slaps me hard across the back, knocking the breath from my lungs as I fall onto the cobblestones below. Rain drizzles from the grey storm clouds, splashing my face and sealing my eyes shut for one blissful moment.
“There he is!”
Pulling the multi-tool from my pocket, I force my aching body into sitting position.
The handcuffs fall free from my ankles, the simple locking mechanism one I mastered years ago. Ronan’s bite marks look red and ugly under this lighting, and I can’t help but think he isn’t the only one who left a mark on me tonight.
Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes.
Each take a turn haunting me as I race through the forbidden forest, keeping a close eye out for the one thing that can take me down.
