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TWENTY-SEVEN

COURTNEY

“On your knees.” Auguste’s voice is deep. Laced with heat and heavy with command. And fuck me , I obey before I even think about it.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor, heart in my throat as a different kind of awareness seeps into my bones— I like this .

The push and pull of following his command.

Of being under his control. More than that, I can’t get enough of the frenetic energy coiled between us when I lift my stare and find him watching me.

Perched on the back of his couch. Legs spread wide as he leans forward, licking his lips up into a devious grin. Goading.

Auguste makes everything into a game. A dare. And I’m too stubborn not to play.

“Good girl,” he rasps, knitting his fingers together and cracking all his knuckles all at once. “Now crawl, Snow. Prove how fucking desperate you are for me. How bad do you want my cock?”

Too damn bad , as I crawl across the hardwood floor to him. I’m shaking so much that my elbows threaten to give with each move. At least my wind blasted hair has the decency to drop in front of my face. Cloaking some of my eagerness to get fucked by him.

I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted a man to own me the way I need him to. Somewhere in the back of my mind all the alarm bells are popping off.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

I should know better. Except better right now is him.

Coming to a stop between his feet, I focus on the punchy rhythm of my heart. Allowing it to ground me .

“Goddamn,” Auguste rumbles.

His thick fingers tunnel into my hair with a hard tug, canting my face up to his. Green eyes swirl dark, possessive.

“Look at you, Princess. On your hands and knees for me. Like you were made for it.”

“Or maybe I just like the view from down here…” I chuff back, raking my eyes down his bare torso, all the way down to his bulging crotch.

My mouth snaps shut with a sudden jerk as he comes down on me—hauling me up by the throat and devouring me in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His mouth is brutal. Starving. He kisses like he wants to crawl inside me and ruin me from the inside out.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m trembling, gasping, panting into his mouth.

“Fair warning,” Auguste murmurs, thumb stroking my cheek like he didn’t just manhandle me into another dimension. “Act like a brat and I’ll handle you like one.”

He bites down on my lip. Hard and unforgiving. Sending a maddening bolt of pain straight between my thighs as he pulls away with a slow scrape.

Fuck!

“Was that a threat?” I whisper, half-dazed. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” His smirk hitches higher. “Think you’ll like being my little toy? My mouthy fucking brat?”

I giggle, tipsy on the lust burning through my veins and power and his voice. “Bring it, Broussard.”

The second it leaves my mouth, the air changes. Static. Dangerous.

He laughs, sharp and low. “Oh, Princess… game on.”

Everything happens fast. A total blur.

Auguste pushes up to his feet, bringing his groin level with my face as he yanks me up to a wobbly crouch.

“You wanna play…” he goads, jerking his belt open. “Take me out.”

My fingers fumble with the button of his slacks, trembling so hard I can barely manage the simple task. The metal of his zipper is cool against my knuckles as I drag it down, revealing the black fabric of his boxer briefs straining against his thick length.

“What are you waiting for?” Auguste growls, fingers tightening in my hair.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down just enough to free him. His cock springs forward, heavy and flushed, the head already glistening with need. My mouth waters at the sight, and I can't help the throaty whimper that escapes me.

“What's wrong, Snow?” Auguste taunts, voice rough. “Too much for you?”

I glare up at him, accepting his challenge. “Not even close.”

“Yeah?” The V of his hand brackets my jaw, the other hand grips his length.

His hips jut forward, taunting me with the heat of his precum. When I lick my lips, Auguste pulls back with a chuckle.

“Eager much?”

I hold his stare, using my grasp on each end of his belt to steady me. Slowly he trails the wet head of his cock along my jaw. It’s hot and sticky, and my mouth waters for a taste when he teases the curve of my bottom lip.

“Want a taste, Court?” I lick my lips in response. Tugging at his belt to bring him closer. It does nothing. Auguste is immovable. Too strong. Too solid. “Nah-ah… not how this goes. Beg for it. Beg for it like the good cum slut I know you are.”

Holy shit. I whimper at his words. My pussy clenching tight when he fists himself over my gaping lips. Before I can dip my tongue out, his thumb pushes into my mouth, holding it down.

“Fucking beg,” Auguste orders, punctuating each word with a slap of his erection to my lips.

This side of him is a pompous asshole. And yeah, I love the way it lights me up. My insides are buzzing. My pussy is soaked.

“Please,” I grind out around his thumb.

“Nicely, Courtney.” Auguste rakes his thumbnail across the top of my teeth catching the drop of precum that rolls off his cock. “Play nice and I’ll let you have it.”

My pulse stutters when he scrapes his glistening thumb across my teeth. It’s evil. He’s cunning. I can smell him. I can almost taste him.

Almost.

Fuck. Fuck it.

“Please,” I say again, this time softer.

“Open up. Give me your tongue.” The hand stroking his cock guides him to my waiting mouth. Before I can suck in a breath, he thrusts inside.

My cry rams back down my throat as my mouth threatens to rip open at the intrusion .

“Swallow.” I do. I have no choice as he grips my throat and slams deeper, ordering, “keep fucking swallowing.”

My eyes water as I struggle to accommodate his size, my throat working desperately around him. Every muscle in my body tenses with the effort, but I don't pull back. I want this. I want him to use me like this.

“That's it,” Auguste growls, his voice strained. “Take all of me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place as he rocks his hips, setting a rhythm that leaves me gasping between thrusts. The raw abandon in his eyes makes something wild unfurl inside me. I'm not just letting him use me, I'm reveling in it.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, and he curses under his breath. “Fuck, Snow. Your mouth…”

My hands grip his thighs for balance, nails digging into the firm muscle beneath his slacks. I'm lightheaded, drunk on the taste of him.

“So fucking good.”

Auguste pulls back, shallowing in and out, and I swirl my tongue around the ridge of his tip. Using my teeth to stop him from pulling out of my mouth.

I gave him what he wanted. I begged. Swallowed him down until I choked around his fat cock. Until I couldn’t breathe.

Now, I want to taste him. His need for me. His undoing.

“Want my cum, Princess?” he taunts, voice so taut that it sounds more like a begrudging whimper when I suck him deeper, tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his length with the flat of my tongue.

“Mhmmm…” I moan around him.

My vision is blurry. Eyes stinging from my mascara stained tears.

“Fuck,” the curse is a feral growl. “ Fuck… ”

Rough fingers push into my mouth as he thickens between my lips. Savagely, his other hand twists in my hair pulling me off him brusquely as the first spurt of his cum coats my tongue.

I swallow greedily. Every single drop that fills my mouth as he comes on my lips, my chin… all over my face while he fucks his fist mercilessly.

The guttural groan that tears from his throat sends shivers racing down my spine. His cum is hot and thick on my skin, marking me as thoroughly as the bruises blooming on my thighs.

“Look at you,” Auguste pants, his chest heaving. “Fucking perfect.”

His thumb smears his release across my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth. I suck it clean, holding his stare. His pupils are blown so wide the green is just a thin ring around black pools of want.

“You're filthy,” he whispers, almost reverently. “My filthy little brat.”

I'm drunk on his praise, my body humming with need as he hauls me to my feet. My legs are unsteady, knees aching from the hardwood floor, but Auguste's grip is iron-strong while he steadies me.

“Take it off,” he commands, his hand finding the zipper of my dress and yanking it down with a force that makes me gasp. “I want to see all of you.”

The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong and heels. His eyes rake over me with a hunger I feel in my bones. They linger on the marks he left on my thighs earlier.

“Fucking beautiful,” Auguste murmurs, tracing a finger over one of the darker bruises. “Marked up just for me.”

I shiver under his touch, my nipples hardening in the cool air. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he circles one peak with his thumb and I gasp at the all-body shiver that wracks through me at the sensation.

As I jut my chest out at him for more, he hauls me into him. My skin meets his, hot, sweaty…

All thought leaves my mind when his tongue licks up one side of my face with a savoring groan.

“My mess,” he says, voice low and possessive. “My mark all over you.”

His tongue traces the outline of my jaw, cleaning his release from my skin with each languid stroke.

“Auguste…” I choke when he nips my ear.

A heated current shoots straight to my core. It's obscene… animalistic… a claim so raw I'm trembling from my head to my toes. Desperate for him to touch me where I need it most.

“Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.

Auguste's eyes lock with mine, a dangerous gleam flashing in their depths. "Please what, Snow? Use your words."

"I need… I need you to touch me." My voice breaks, desperation stripping away any pretense.

Auguste chuckles. A taunting gleam in his eyes as he retorts, "I am touching you."

"No, I—" My protest dissolves into a gasp as he suddenly lifts me, hands gripping my ass as he carries me to the dining table.