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“You fucking promised,” she finally manages.
She twitches, antsy, as I approach her and place the empty plate on the bedside table.
I know what she wants, and I did promise, but we seem to be in the business of lying to each other.
She’s more annoyed than anything when I brush a lock of hair from her face, letting my fingers trail down her cheek.
She catches herself before she can lean too far into it, but I catch her reaction.
“Stop,” she hisses, jerking her head away. “You said you’d hurt me.”
“Aren’t I?”
She nips at my fingers, and I have no doubt if my reaction time wasn’t faster than hers, she’d bite the shit out of me.
“You know what I want.”
I know my cock wants it too.
“Does your unmarred skin hurt?” I whisper, my soft fingers brushing the tip of her breast. “Do you need more bruises?”
She doesn’t answer me, but I don’t expect her to. She’s the type to push someone to hurt her rather than ask for it. One is a win, the other is defeat.
“Your food needs to settle. I’m into a lot of shit but getting puked on while getting sucked off isn’t one of them.”
I grab the plate and leave the room. She doesn’t stop screaming at me for half an hour.
I wait three hours before I go back into the room, once again waking her up.
I don’t hesitate to climb on the bed and shove my cock into her mouth. She doesn’t bite me the way she did my lip when I kissed her earlier, and that speaks volumes. As quick as she is to admit to wanting things to end, she isn’t putting herself in a position to force my hand and make it happen.
I may have thought of killing her more than once in the past. I needed to focus on it so I didn’t lose my damn mind in El Salvador, but she’d be no use to me dead.
Not when she has so many holes to fill and fuck.
“Deeper,” I growl, fisting her hair until those little lines pop up beside her eyes.
I don’t really give her the chance to wrap her lips around me. I’m literally using her throat again like I did in the motel room.
As my balls tighten, my orgasm imminent, I reach down and tease her clit.
She’s fucking slicker than she ever has been. Maybe it’s the way her arms are tied, but I fucking love it.
She can fight and argue, beg me to stop as much as she fucking wants, but this greedy cunt of hers never lies.
My cock kicks, convulsing rhythmically as I orgasm, and the second it’s over, I pull from her mouth, pleased with the way my wet dick slides down her chin.
She growls when I pull my hand from her body, but I know she won’t ask for an orgasm. I know she sees it as beneath her. She’ll take them if she’s forced but asking would be too much.
She wants the pleasure. God, does she fucking want it, but she’s unwilling to cross the line she drew for herself.
I almost want to give it to her, to reward her stubbornness, but that would give her the upper hand and I’m not ready for that just yet.
I doubt I ever will be.
Chapter 28
Lauren