When I’m settled, he drags his hand through the side of my hair, pulling it away from my face.
“I don’t want the good girl you’ve been pretending to be for them all these years. I want the truth. Are you going to be my good little slut and take me how I want you?”
I nod, swallowing hard.
“Are you going to let me use this pretty body like you’re my perfect whore, to fuck and play with as I please?”
“Yes.” My belly is on fire.
It’s completely degrading, and I want more.
Maybe I think I deserve it, or maybe it’s just that I know that’s how Dean is. Unapologetic. A little controlling. And I don’t want him treating me any differently than he does anything else.
I want him to unleash on me.
“You don’t want me sweet, do you, Willa?” He peels my mouth open, shoving two fingers over my tongue until I close my lips around them. “I’m going to fuck you until you learn which brother you belong to. And then I’m going to paint this face in my cum.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I’m breathing so hard I’m panting. “Please.”
Dean grins. Wild excitement burning in his eyes.
“Good little slut.” He pulls his belt from the loops and wraps it around my throat, latching it like a leash. “Beg for my cock.”
I’ve always known Dean has a dark side. Shadows cast in his gaze. Wickedness brimming to get out. But to be at his mercy at his feet is unlike any rush before now.
“Please let me suck your cock, Chaos.” I wet my lips, and his grip on the belt tightens.
“You want it? Then you take it out. But first, let me see your pretty tits.”
I reach up and pull the straps of my tank top down. I’m no longer in a bra since I changed into a tank top and sleep shorts when I stopped by Reagan’s house, and my nipples peak as I pull my top down, exposing myself to him.
“So fucking pretty.” He reaches down, pinching one nipple and then the other. Hard enough to make me whimper. “Now kiss my cock. Let me see who you worship from your knees.”
He stands up tall, still holding the belt like a leash around my neck as I reach for his pants and undo them. When I tug them down, my breath catches. His hard cock juts out toward me. Smooth, thick, and impossibly large.
“Don’t get scared now. Be a good slut and take me down your throat. Apologize for what you’ve done to us, princess.”
I grab the base of his cock, slowly stroking up. He doesn’t move or force me to take him. He waits for me to be the one to do it. For me to make this decision. And the moment I lift on my knees and circle my tongue on the head of his cock, my head goes light from tasting him.
My lashes flutter, breaking his gaze.
“You look at me while I fuck your throat.” He releases the belt to grab the back of my hair, angling my head back as he taps his cock on my mouth. “Open.”
The moment I do, he drives his hips forward, not easing when he hits the back of my throat. I don’t break eye contact, and he stays seated deep while I gag around him.
“Be my good little slut and swallow.”
Tears stream down my cheeks as I swallow, taking him farther than I thought possible. I choke as he pulls out. But then he does it again, and he doesn’t have to tell me this time before I do it.
“Fuck, Willa.” His fingers dig into my hair as I take him deeper, and pride swells in my chest.
To make a man who has probably done it all pause—to make his knees buckle—is the biggest turn-on.
I suction my mouth and wrap my lips tight as I take him again. His cock slides in and out of my mouth, and I work for the haze in his eyes. For his attention.
Dean doesn’t take his eyes off me. He cups my cheeks and fucks my face like I’m the center of his world. Strong, steady strokes that send my mind floating.
I’m no longer gagging as I take him deep. My throat relaxes, accepting him.
