“Elowyn, I see you. Do not come.” He pulls away, resuming his place at my side and holds me up by my stomach. “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth before you can have your release.”
The images he plants in my head are sinister and so wrong. My breasts swell with need. Pressure coils in my stomach, hot and demanding. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Fine.” The air I breathe scorches my throat. “You’re punishing me. I get it. I can’t come until you f-fuck my mouth. So just do it.”
“There she is. The obedient Elowyn I remember.” The derision in his tone doesn’t land the way it did the first time. It lacks teeth, even if he’s trying to make it bite. “You’ll get my dick. Will get your mouth fucked.”
“When?” My darkest desires turn me into a wild woman. A filthy one.
“Soon. And once I’m done, I’m going to come down that pretty throat. Watch you swallow every. Fucking. Drop.”
The nerve endings in my body, all of them, seem to have centered in my clit.
“Please.” It shouldn’t feel this good, his dirty words. It really, really shouldn’t.
“Still convinced this isn’t a punishment?”
Though his words are cruel, I see the hurt etched across his face, deeper than I ever realized. The viciousness in his tone makes it clear this can’t be only about the kiss we shared. It simply doesn’t add up.
“Fine, you were right. This is a punishment. You are a bastard. I wish I could hate you for this.” My elbows wobble. My muscles strain, fighting to keep me upright as I hover on the edge of an orgasm. “Can’t. Never could.”
“Good thing that I don’t care either way.” He leans in again, his face level with mine.
Calling him a liar won’t change a thing tonight. He won’t listen.
Until he’s willing to hear me out, I surrender like I promised myself I would. To him. To the needs that have been building inside me for years.
“Take my mouth already,” I dare him. “Do what you need to do. I won’t run.”
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. It’s wordless praise right before he moves to stand in front of me, his groin in front of my face.
The outline of his hard cock in his slacks is intimidating. But when my eyes travel higher, dragging up his body, I see something far scarier. The rage on his face forces a gasp out of me.
It’s a struggle to ask, “What did I do wrong now?”
“What’s wrong is…” He undoes his belt, slowly, as if he couldn’t care less if I end up sucking him or not. “You’re about to sacrifice yourself for Barclay.”
He spits out my brother’s name with so much hate that I just know.
Barclay hurt him, too, not just me.
“Take me.” I open my mouth, an offering. An apology for what my asshole brother and I did to him.
“Filthy girl.” Pants button. Zipper. Duncan undresses himself without an ounce of passion. “Maybe this isn’t just about saving your brother after all.”
It isn’t. I shake my head.
Duncan scoffs before rearranging his expression into a broody one.
“Fuck Barclay. He’s not here.” He frees his cock, curling a masculine hand around the base. Aiming the huge thing at my face. “But you are.”
Though his dick is the first one I’ve ever seen, I can tell it’s perfect.
Thick, long, with veins that remind me of the ones cording his forearms. I pant at the sight of the wet tip.
“Andyouare going to suck how I tell you to suck. You’re going to work the bone folder how I order you to.”
Despite him being unfair and terrible, I crave him.
