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“Yes,” he said, his voice breaking at the end. “What a good girl, sucking this cock.”

At this point, I didn’t hear a word he read. All my focus was on sucking him, impressing him, and dragging myself into the dark world of the Sons.

Maybe his dark world would cancel out mine.

Maybe it’d stop my nightmares.

Saliva fell down my chin as he continued to stop after every sentence he read to praise me.

“Such a good Fawn.”

“Oh, I’m training you well.”

“You suck this cock so perfect, my Fawn.”

Each praise felt like a new achievement.

His legs tensed, his hips tilting forward, and his words started to break up as his breathing grew heavier. I gagged when he pitched his hips forward and hollowed my cheeks as his cock swelled inside my mouth.

I kept sucking on the tip and taking long pulls of his cock as his breathing grew more erratic. His praises were accompanied by longer moans until I felt small drops of cum land on my tongue.

He dropped the book, using both hands to hold my head in place, and he filled my mouth. His eyes slammed shut while every limb in his body shook.

“See, I think we both learned something here,” he said as he came down from his orgasm.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I moved my now-aching jaw to each side to ease the tension.

He patted my cheek before pulling up his pants. “You can go now. I have business to attend to.”

“What?” I stuttered out in disbelief.

He grabbed my elbow, pulling me up from the bed, rested his hands on my shoulders, and guided me toward the door. One of his hands left me to open the door, and he shoved me out of the room.

Right as he was about to slam the door in my face, I pushed him back.

He grunted, falling back a step at my shove.

“You don’t get to talk to or treat me like that.” I pointed my finger in his face as anger spiraled inside me.

A slow smirk built across his face. “Or what?”

I stared him down.

He did the same, like a challenge.

Maybe it was the anger.

Or that I was sleep-deprived.

But I pushed him again … and then I kissed him.

Twenty-Nine

Enzo

I didn’t fucking kissmy Fawns.

Never had. Never planned to.