Page 320 of Coal Hearts

My insides trembled.

Clit ached.

Nine.

“It’s like a brand. My own brand. A bright red stamp that you belong to me.”

I groaned and moaned, grass sticking to my lips and sweaty skin.

Every cell forsook me, turning hot and heavy.

But I didn’t cry.

Didn’t even have the urge.

I choked back the fiery flush.

I grasped onto merciless revenge.

And when the final strike landed, and Henri stumbled back to the lounger...

As he spread his legs, and dragged me between them...

As he stroked my cheek like he loved me then positioned me like his whore...

I knew exactly what I would do.

I gathered all the wrongness, all the lewdness and...used it to break him.

He wanted to play Master and slave?

Fine.

Let’s play.

Sucking in a deep breath, taming my out-of-control panting, I wrapped my fingers around the thick base of him.

I looked up.

His gaze flared with mistrust.

His hand hovered as if to grab my wrist.

I squeezed—

“Fuck.” His voice mimicked a thunderstorm. “Behave, little nightmare. Suck my cock like a good little jewel—without teeth—swallow every drop that I feed you, and then...I’ll reward you.”

His voice stroked the greed in my blood.

I clenched on nothing and hot, hot need.

My fingers tightened around his shaft.

“Ily...” He shuddered, wary of my willingness. “Be nice.”

“Oh, I’ll be nice,” I whispered. “So very, very nice.”

His cock twitched in my palm, eager and hard.