Page 58 of Blood and Thorns

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be used by the monster?” His fingers finally slowed, and I felt myself sag, held up only by his grip on my jaw. He pulled his fingers free from my pussy, which immediately ached at the loss, only to press them between my lips.

My own taste burst on my tongue, and I automatically sucked. His eyes darkened, his lashes lowering as he watched with a heated expression. My core ached, and he groaned when I twirled my tongue around his fingers, just to see what he’d do. Sebastian growled, pulling his fingers out and releasing me entirely.

“On your knees,”he ordered, his voice as coarse as sandpaper.

His erection pressed between us, but he’d been ignoring it up until now.

Paint crusted on my skin, slightly flaking when I slipped off his lap, only to kneel on the floor in front of him. Sebastian widened his legs, and I shivered as he released his straining cock. He gripped it in his strong, veiny hand, and my mouth watered.

His thumb teased the head, and without a word he brought it to my lips, wiping his pre-cum along my bottom one.

“Open.”

I resisted, fighting the need to bite him now that I wasn’t so distracted with my body.

“Pick your battles, or this really is going to hurt. You’ll be covered in my cum either way.” Sebastian’s hand fisted my hair, my scalp screaming as he pulled back, and my mouth opened with a gasp. He thrusted, his cock forced between my lips.

My tongue licked out, taking his taste into me.

Sebastian grunted. “Suck me, or I’ll fuck another one of your holes, and I’ll leave it a surprise to which one I pick.”

I froze at the threat, and he used that distraction to thrust a little deeper. I couldn’t fit him, my jaw already straining as I continued to tease him with my tongue, using the last ounce of control I had left.

His hand tightened in my hair, angling my head as he pumped his hips so his cock entered my throat, and I choked, unable to breathe. Pulling back, he let me take in oxygen before he thrusted forward again, gagging me with his size.

Sebastian groaned, his head tipped back and desire carving harsh lines across his beautifully brutal face. Iconcentrated on breathing through my nose, flattening my tongue to stroke the underside with every thrust. Spit was everywhere, my scalp burning from how hard he held me, and tears dripped down my face.

But even on my knees I felt this power at being able to watch this great, terrifying man become undone because of me. It made him seem more human.

“Putain de parfait.”

Sebastian’s thrusts became harsher, and he didn’t pull out of my throat before a grunt slipped from his lips. I gagged on his release, having to swallow or risk choking.

He held himself inside me a beat more before pulling out, and I sucked in a much-needed breath, my lungs burning. My face was covered in spit, tears, cum, and paint. I was a mess on my knees before a man more powerful than I could really comprehend. A man holding my father’s debt, and life over me.

Despite that, my pussy ached, and my clit begged for more attention.

Some sick, twisted part knew he wanted to ruin me.

And I was tempted to let him.

Chapter 27

Arabella

Shit.I’d fallen asleep.

Jerking up, I realised I was still on the chaise lounge in Sebastian’s studio, a thick blanket draped over me. Paint covered me in slashes, various colours expertly smeared across my skin. It looked stunning in the daylight, the early morning sun streaming in to highlight the colour.

Rubbing my eyes I glanced around, finding I was alone. Not that I was surprised. Sebastian had made me come twice more on his fingers, watching me with an intensity each time as he played with my body. As if he was memorising every twitch of my muscle and sound that he could draw my throat.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did remember him picking me up, my body exhausted, and laying me down before returning to his painting. Swinging my legs over, I stood, my body aching as I turned toward the canvas.

I expected it to be slashed, destroyed like all the others that decorated the floor of the studio. But this one wasn’t. Hesitantly, I reached forward, my fingers brushing across the surface. It was of me, head thrown back mid orgasm in shades of red and pink, with a splash of blue. Parts of myface had been smeared, across my eyes, and my bottom lip, as if he’d used his thumb to rub across it.

Then there was the background, black, as if the endless night was trying to swallow me whole. It was both harrowing and beautiful.

Clenching my jaw I grabbed my pyjamas, shoving them on before making my way to my room. Chip stood in the hall, his attention darting to the paint on my face.