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“It’s so easy, though, having you tied and ready like this. Like my own personal fucktoy.” Her mouth opens slightly in a gasp and I see the way the muscles in her thighs tighten. “You like that, huh?” I hum, brushing the skin with my hand close to her pussy, which is dripping with my cum. “You like it when I tell you that you’re for me to take―for me to use? Dirty lass.”

“Moving my hand from his throat to his hair, I grasp the dark brown strands with an unrelenting tug and move my clit over his mouth, using his face as my seat. I start riding him, grinding my pussy over his lips. He sticks out his tongue for me to use and use it, I do. It feels almost barbaric. I’m fucking his face. But it’s invigorating, and it’s not something he hasn’t done to me before. “Making me say ‘please’,” I mutter, growling. “Making me beg for it. You bloody man. I’ll make you beg for air. I’ll make you beg me to let you breathe. How about that, fucker.”

“I can make it feel even better. I can add my tongue. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I cry out, my feet digging into the mattress. “And what do we say when we want something?” he taunts. My eyes widen and my eyebrows furrow. “Bloody bastard. Just do it already,” I snap. “Nah.” He shakes his head. “This is payback for when you held a gun to my head and made me fuck air. Such a big mouth you had then. Such confidence. Where is that now, Lucille?” If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. “Why do you like to mess with me?” “Because I like that burning fire in your eyes. And it makes your pussy that much wetter.”

“I’m going to tear this sweet little cunt apart. I’m going to use it over and over again for my own needs,” he growls. “But I’m also going to make it feel good. Make it come on my tongue and my cock. Make it feel so good that you’ll never spend another day without begging for it. It’s what I’ve been dreaming of ever since I saw your picture in your book. My beautiful lass, put on this world just for me.”

“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.” She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”

“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you? You want to come. You want to spill your seed all over me.” I move my hand over my breasts, taking my hard nipples between my fingertips and squeezing. Then I move further down, all over my stomach until I reach my clit. “You want to know what it feels like to bury your cock deep inside me, don’t you, Dubh? You’re desperate for it.” His lip curls up as his expression turns feral, and I lose my composure and confidence for just a second before I pick it back up. I tease him with my words, telling him about what he wants but can’t have. I let out a moan when I push a finger inside of myself. “I’m tight, Dubh. I bet you won’t even last a damn minute.”

“I lick my lips as I stare at it and Dubh smiles. “Does it make you salivate, Lucy? Do you want it in your mouth?” I glare at him for just a moment before I slap him hard on the cheek again. “Quiet. And put your hands behind your back.” “Holy. Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and he complies. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, and I think it’s to wallow in the sting.”

“I slap him again and keep the gun pointed at his face with my other hand. “How does it feel, not being in control? Not being able to touch me? Only being able to look,” I taunt. “Do you want to come?” He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he stares up at me. It’s empowering. I am the one in control. I am the one who’s calling the shots. This time, he will be the one begging for mercy. “Not good enough. Give me a verbal answer.” I tap the barrel of the gun against his nose tauntingly. “Yes,” he growls. “Have you no manners, Dubh? What do civilized people say when they want something?”

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asks. “Am I too rough?” I huff out an amused breath. “No.” He slowly pulls his cock out and turns me around before setting me down with my ass on the desk. Swallowing, I whisper, “You are just an overwhelming man, Dubh Burton. I never knew sex could feel this good. I’m not crying because I’m sad.” My voice skips. “I’m not crying because you’re hurting me. I’m crying because I’m… happy.”

“Well, sweetheart. If I were a gentleman, I would’ve asked you out on a date, taken you on numerous fancy dinners, and treated you real nice and sweet. But I’ll be honest with you straight from the get-go. I am not a gentleman. In fact, I am the furthest thing from a gentleman. I’m a degenerate―a criminal. And I’ll show you exactly what criminals do to pretty little things like you.”