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He thrusts without holding back, gliding in and out of me in a frantic rhythm. The only air I can inhale is through my nostrils on the outward thrusts. Saliva floods my mouth and throat, and my nose runs like a tap.

His entire body tenses as he drives himself into me so far that my gag reflex becomes irrelevant. Every fraction of space in my mouth and throat is filled by him.

He groans louder. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

Jerking his hips, he pumps back and forth. My throat gives way little by little with every push, and he never pulls back further than the base of my tongue.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he says through a clenched jaw. “You’re going to make me explode.”

His punishing thrusts speed up. “I’m going to cum in your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. That’s your third order.”

All I can do is hold on with my hands and steal tiny sniffs of oxygen into my lungs.

Tears run down my neck, and saliva spills from the corners of my mouth. The sound is unholy, my choked slurps punctuated by my occasional whimpers, while my drenched pussy pulsates with lust.

Lucan’s body locks up and then shudders. For a second, he sounds like he’s in immense pain, gritting his teeth and moaning. He drives himself inside while clutching my head.

Then his cum fills my throat in warm shots, flowing up to the back of my mouth. The taste is salty and so foreign.

“Swallow all of it, Sadie,” he says. “Don’t let me see a drop out of your lips or you fail again. You don’t want to owe me nine orders.”

No, I really, really don’t.

With my lips wrapped around his cock, I gulp. He’s in so deep that I couldn’t spit out his cum if I wanted to now. My throat rolls over his shaft as I swallow it all down.

“Good girl,” he says when I finish. “So fucking good.”

As the tension leaves his body, his grip on my head loosens. Slowly, he pulls his hips back to drag his cock from my throat and mouth.

Panting, I gasp for air and wipe my nose. My legs are weak.

He puts his cock away and zips up, while I sag on my knees to catch my breath.

“Look at me,” he says.

A lock of hair has fallen over his eyes and his chest heaves. It’s the most disheveled I’ve ever seen him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.

He’s got to be lying, because I know I look terrible. My nose, eyes, and mouth are running, and I’m definitely red in the face.

When I stand, he catches my arm to steady me. Unable to look at him, I cover my face by wiping it with my sweater sleeve.

What have I done?

I’ll regret this even worse in the morning than I do now.

I surrendered to primal lust. Lucan said he’d be disappointed if I didn’t obey, but I’m disappointed I did. Giving blowjobs to morally bankrupt heirs isn’t why I came to Darkbloom.

“This can’t happen again,” I say, my voice croaky. “I obeyed your orders. That’s it. All done.”

Lucan tries to cup my chin, but I push him off. His eyes, hazy from pleasure, sharpen.

“You know we’re not done,” he says with a steely edge, like he needs it to be true.

As he steps toward me, I fold my arms across my chest in an attempt to block him.

But the barrier is useless. Reaching over, he brushes his thumb over my cheek to wipe away a tear. Pressing the droplet to his tongue, his eyes delve into my own.