Page 45 of Conjure

“Fuck, look at me. I love your tears.” Dominic swipes them away with his thumb and then traces my lips around his cock. He slowly slides his length out to the tip before thrusting back in roughly.

My gagging is obnoxiously loud in the quiet bathroom.

“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Huffing a laugh, he buries his cock deep and holds me to his crotch. “First, you go after my dad, and now your mouth is stuffed full ofmydick.” He releases me, and I shove him away, crying angrily.

“You know nothing,” I sneer, fighting him off when he reaches for me, but I’m no match to his resentment.

“I know everything. Now fucking choke on it!” He rams his cock inside my mouth again, and my clit pulses almost painfully. The more his rage radiates off him like heatwaves, the more aroused I get. Dominic’s hatred is my tailor-made aphrodisiac.

“I bet you wished my dad would have fucked your face this brutally, huh? You should have gone straight for his son.” He pushes me away and then grips my jaw and slams his lips to mine, invading my mouth with his hungry tongue and sanity-stealing, heated breaths.

A whimper climbs up my throat, and he devours it as he kisses me to the brink of the sweetest abyss. One push, one simple shove, and I would disappear.

I kiss him back with equal fervor and claw at his T-shirt, shoving it up his chest until I can stroke my fingers across his smooth stomach.

“Don’t ever touch me without my permission, understood?”

His words from the other night swirl through my mind and a sense of satisfaction floods through me as my fingers trace the ridges of his contracting abdomen. Dominic is perfection. Cut from stone.

Curling his fingers around my wrist, he peels mine away with a snarl that sinks straight to my core. His rejection stings, a sharp burn at the backs of my eyes. Tears cling to my lashes as he straightens up and guides his length to my mouth. When he taps my lips with his cock, I shoot to my feet.

I try to move past him, but he grabs hold of my arm, slams me up against the wall, and shoves my shorts down my legs. Then he straightens up and grips my hair hard, whispering in my ear, “Step out of them.”

Maybe I should put up a fight, but I don’t. Instead, my shorts fall to my ankles as I wiggle my butt.

Dominic steals the air from my lungs with his heat against my back and his punishing grip on my hair. He kicks my ankles apart and impales me on his cock in one go, with an arm banded around my waist and the other in my hair to keep my cheek squished against the sticky wall.

“Fuck,” I cry out, clamping around his cock.

“Shut up! This is for me,” he sneers, fucking me brutally against the hard surface. “You owe me this for stealing my family.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” I choke out, poised on my tiptoes.

“If you speak another fucking word, I’ll fuck all your holes and in no particular order. Now shut up and let me take what’s owed to me.”

Tears fall silently down my cheeks while he takes me so hard I lose my breath. At one point, the door opens, and a group of girls enter, but Dominic never stops his sweet assault on my body. No, he clamps his hand over my mouth and whispers filthin my ear—words that should appall me but light a fire in my core instead. Words that are meant to humiliate and degrade but somehow build me up.

No one else can offer me this level of fucked up.

“Don’t come,” he warns in my ear when my pussy clamps down on his dick.

I try to hold the wave back, but I’m hanging on by a thin thread. The way he digs his fingers into my hips before smacking my ass, combined with his lips on my neck, steals the breath from my lungs. I don’t stand a chance. He’s a wrecking ball.

“Don’t fucking think about it.” He pulls out just as I’m about to fall over the edge. I whimper, my clit aching and desperate for release.

After maneuvering me around, he bends me over the toilet with my legs on either side of the seat. He grabs my neck and sinks back inside me torturously slowly, ensuring I feel the glide of his thick length.

“You should see the cream on my dick.”

As if to prove his point, he pulls out and runs his hand over his slick length before holding his wet palm over my mouth and nose. Then he enters me again, fucking me until I’m delirious. It never ends. Dominic is a machine.

Every time I’m about to climax, he pulls out and waits for the wave to recede before building me back up. When I think I might pass out, he spins me around, shoves me onto the toilet seat, and pulls down my tank top.

Warm cum rains over my naked tits, branding me with sin.

I can barely hold my head up. I’m exhausted. Dominic’s tight grip on my hair keeps me upright. Grunting, he milks his dick, painting my swollen breasts.

“Fucking perfection,” he drawls as the last spurt of cum drips down my chest. He roughly palms my breast and smears hisrelease over my skin while I gaze up at him. “Are you ever going to let me come?”