Page 51 of Ruthless Chaos

It’s as if he’s being controlled by something, like he’s fighting a losing battle.

I can’t imagine Alexander would lose a fight to anyone or anything.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and take my cock,” he says, stroking my cheek softly. It’s a stark contrast to the harshness of his voice. “Take your time. Use your tongue and your lips. No teeth, and no puking.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“No, I can’t…” I shake my head.

My voice is shaky and weak, pathetic even to my own ears.

“You already took my cock out. It’s either your mouth or your pussy.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s your choice, sweetheart.”

Anxiety thrums in my throat, terror snaking up my spine.

The weight of his threat settles in my stomach. He let me get away once, I doubt he would let me again. If I must choose, I know which I prefer.

I nod in defeat, not trusting myself to speak without crying.

I’ve been so high-strung from the moment Uncle Laurent took me from the hospital that my body feels like it can’t handle anymore anxiety. I know I should be fighting him, putting up some resistance, but I can’t find the strength.

Instead, I lean into the pain blooming in my scalp.

The pain is familiar. It’s calming. It’s what I’m used to.

He guides my face toward his arousal. I part my lips to take him in. It’s as big as my forearm and just as thick, with bulging veins wrapped around the shaft. The head is smooth and pink, and tastes salty on my tongue. The sensation makes me flinch.

I look up at him, unsure of my next move.

Alexander’s jaw is set, and he forces his length deeper into my mouth. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I take as much of him as I can until tears fill my eyes. A whimper escapes me when the head rubs the back of my throat.

My mouth is filled until it’s painful, an ache blooming at the base of my jaw and the back of my throat. I chase the feeling away, taking more of him.

“Good girl,” he says, pushing my curls out of my face.

His voice is warm, warmer than I’ve ever heard it.

I’m disgusted that something stirs to life inside me at his words.

With his hand in my hair, Alexander guides me into a rhythm. My mouth is stretched taut, but I do my best to cover my teeth with my lips as my mouth glides along his arousal. Reaching up, I grip his shaft with one of my hands to steady myself.

A throaty groan escapes him.

He’s glaring at me with hooded eyes. His features are soft now, though his lips are twisted in a frown. He’s caught in some kind of trance, as if he’s powerless to what’s happening to him.

I’ve never seen him like this.

My abdomen tightens in response.

I move my hand along with my mouth, watching his reaction. After a few pumps, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back so I can’t see his expression.

That’s when it connects in my mind.

Alexander is enjoying this more than he wants me to know. The thought fills me with an odd sense of gratification. To know that a man as fearsome as Alexander is at my mercy like this gives me a rush.

The tightness in my stomach turns to heat, turning the icy feeling in my blood into a pulsing fire that builds with each stroke of my mouth and hands.

I grip him with both hands, moving faster, taking him deeper.