And obscene…in the best way.
“Such a good boy, swallowing every drop of my cum without a complaint.”
Haven’s face appears beside his. I’m guessing she put down the gun, and thank fuck for that.
“He was a good boy, wasn’t he?” she murmurs.
Her face is flushed, her lips glistening like she licked them.
Jesus, she looks so hot, my cock is getting hard again.
“I think he deserves a treat, don’t you, sweet girl?” Rooke says, turning to look at Haven like he’s considering fucking her next.
“Yeah,” Haven murmurs. “I think he does.”
She darts forward, hesitating just before her lips touch mine.
“Good boy, Kai,” she says, her eyes wide as she studies me, like she’s wondering what this button does if she pushes it.
Rooke is still holding my hair, so I can’t meet her, but my hands are free, and I grab her collar’s rattling chain to keep her in place, in case she decides to pull away. But she doesn’t mind the taste of cum, or the pain of her own bruised lower lip, or the fact that I’ve taken back the only slice of control I have left.
Her kiss is a violent, urgent demand. One I happily,stupidly, obey.
Like a fucking lovesick simp.
Guess I’m finally getting what I deserve. Being forced to my knees just like I forced her down so many times before.
And even aware of it, even knowing Rooke is enjoying this pathetic display like the sadistic cunt he is, I can’t help myself.
Her kiss is a salve to my wounded pride.
But the dismissive glance she gives me when we break for air just rips me apart again.
“Uber will be here in fifteen minutes,” Rooke says.
I force myself to look at him, because fuck him if he expects me to be embarrassed by what just happened.
But I don’t like the smugness I see in his dark brown eyes. Or the smirk he gives me as he shoves his dick back in his pants.
I’m still on my knees in front of him, so I can’t move fast enough when he grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place so he can swipe his thumb over my chin.
Haven’s face goes slack as she watches him slip that finger between his lips, sucking it clean. Mine does too.
Our eyes meet. And I fucking swear I see a flicker of dark lust in those blue eyes. And the way her eyelashes tremble, the tiny frown between her brows…I’m pretty sure she sees the same thing in mine.
“Just enough time for you two to get cleaned up,” he mumbles, smiling as his thumb pops free.
“Got any fucking bleach?” I mutter, loudly clearing my throat when I hear how thick my voice sounds.
“You’ll get used to the taste, boy.” He pats the side of my face, but he might as well have fucking slapped me.
I should have let Haven blow my fucking brains out.
Because that condescending smirk on his face feels worse than death.
Like he knows there’s a tiny part of me that got off on being forced to blow him. That I’ve just gotten a taste of something sodark, so fucking messed up, I’m going to hate myself once I’ve processed how little of a fight I put up.
I get it now. What Haven felt every time I pushed her down.
