…this girl’s as innocent as you are…
Not anymore, she isn’t.
And neither am I.
The thought makes bile rise in my throat even as I try to rationalize it.
Fuck this.
The sooner I get this is over with, the better.
I only open my eyes long enough to find my target, and then I duck my head and shove Rooke’s cock between my lips.
A shudder tears through me at the hint of salty bitterness from his precum—revulsion mixed with something darker I don’t want to name, something that makes my cock twitch against my will.
I vaguely remember giving Haven head right after he came inside her, kissing her, and I was somehow okay with it then because it wasn’tjusthim.
The thought that I’ll have to taste his cum and nothing else turns my stomach.
Rooke groans, his dick instantly hardening. He uses the grip on the back of my neck to force his cock deeper inside my mouth. I gag when he tries to go down my throat, pushing back on the couch cushion so I can breathe.
But his grip is powerful and unrelenting. And as if in punishment, he thrusts those last few inches of his dick inside my throat, despite my struggles.
I choke, gag. Almost fucking puke.
Now Ireallycan’t breathe.
“That’s it,” Haven murmurs somewhere above my head. “Suck it like you need the money, you pretty little slut.”
Jesus, the longer I resist, the longer this drags out. But as much as I yell at myself to just give in and just suck Rooke’s cock, every fiber in my being is fighting back.
Until Haven moans.
My eyes fly open, and I see them kissing again.
If I could’ve known for certain that all it would take was one hard clench of my jaw to sever Rooke’s dick, I’d have done it.
But the last thing I want to do is gnaw on his shaft like a fucking dog with a bone.
It’s so hard between my lips that I’m struggling to imagine the force it would take to sever it.
He’s gotta be bi. I’d never be able to get this hard for a guy’s mouth.
Which just makes me think of Ezra.
Which makes me want to puke.
And I might have, had I not felt hands on my waist.
Rooke hisses as my teeth scrape over his cock when I jerk back in surprise. “Fuck, girl,” he grates out, wrapping a hand over the top of his dick like he’s trying to protect it. “A little more caution, please.”
Guess he’s not completely immune to pain then.
I whip my head around to glare at Haven. She’s kneeling behind me, eyes bright with mischief, a curl to her mouth I recognize all too well.
“The fuck are you doing?” I demand as she tugs down my sweats. I grab the waistband, tugging them back up.
Instead of trying to pull them down again, she plants a tiny kiss on my lower back. “I didn’t say you could stop.” She waves with the gun. “He’s almost there. You could be out of here in like a minute.”
