My dick pulses as the first shot hits the back of her throat, making her gag and swallow reflexively.
“That’s it,” I groan, pumping into her mouth as she struggles to take it all. “Drink it down.”
After a few spurts, I pull out, gripping my shaft to aim the last few ropes across her face. My cum lands in thick stripes across her cheek, her swollen lips, mixing with her tears and the black streaks of mascara. The sight of her marked by me is fucking transcendent. My ownership painted across her face.
“Look at you,” I whisper, admiring my handiwork. “Fucking artwork.”
She’s panting, eyes half-closed, lips parted, my cum dripping down her chin. Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of her, gripping her jaw to hold her still. I lean in and slowly, deliberately drag my tongue across her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sharpness of my own release.
“What the fuck?” she gasps, trying to pull away, but I hold her tight.
I lick another streak from her other cheek, savoring the mix of flavors—her skin, her tears, my cum, her makeup. It’s filthy and possessive and exactly what I need.
“Mine,” I growl against her skin as I clean her face with my tongue. “Every inch of you is mine.”
When I’ve lapped up most of it, I crash my mouth against hers, forcing her to taste our combined essence. She whimpers into the kiss, her hands clutching at my shoulders like she can’t decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I break the kiss and stare into her eyes. They’re glazed over, pupils blown wide with a mixture of shame and arousal that makes my dick twitch back to life.
“This is what happens when you defy me,” I tell her, my voice low. “I don’t just punish you. I make you fucking love it.”
She tries to look away, but I grip her chin harder, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”
“I hate you,” she whispers instead, her voice hoarse from taking my cock.
I laugh, running my thumb across her lower lip, still swollen from sucking me off. “Hate me all you want. Your mouth just worshiped me because once you get out of your head you know who you belong to. You know who your god is. I may be the devil but let’s not forget I’m only your devil now.”
Chapter 16
Seraphina
The taste of him lingers on my tongue like sin itself, and I can’t fucking breathe.
I shove Lucien away so hard he falls back on his ass, looking stunned as I scramble to my feet. My legs are numb from kneeling, my jaw aches, and the reality of what I just did comes crashing down like a fucking avalanche.
“Oh my God,” I choke out, wiping frantically at my mouth, at my face, feeling the sticky remnants of his cum mixed with my tears. “Oh my God.”
Lucien reaches for me, his expression shifting from satisfaction to something else. Maybe concern or confusion? I don’t fucking care. I can’t be here, can’t look at him, can’t process what just happened.
“Seraphina—”
“Don’t!” I scream, backing away. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
I turn and run, nearly tripping over my own feet as I flee the library. The hallway stretches before me, doors on either side, and I have no idea where I’m going. I just need to get away, need to wash his taste from my mouth, need to scrub his touch from my skin.
My vision blurs with tears as I push through the first door I see that looks like it might lead to a bathroom. I slam it behind me, fumbling for a lock that isn’t there, before realizing I’ve stumbled into his bathroom. The massive marble space with its gleaming fixtures and glass shower stall almost mock me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, but I don’t have time to find another bathroom. I’m going to be sick.
I fall to my knees in front of the toilet, retching violently, but nothing comes up. Just dry heaves that wrack my body as I sob. What have I done? What the hell have I done?
I just sucked my brother’s cock. I just let him cum in my mouth, on my face. I fucking liked it.
“I’m disgusting,” I whisper, resting my forehead against the cool porcelain. “I’m disgusting.”
The jersey feels like it’s burning my skin now. I claw at it, desperate to get it off me. I rip it over my head and throw it across the bathroom floor like it’s contaminated. My boots come next, yanked off with such force I think I hear something tear. Then my jeans are peeled down my legs with frantic, jerky movements.
