Page 29 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

He licks the spot like he’s trying to soothe away the sting, and then he sucks the skin into his mouth.

I can’t help it, and I don’t even care that it may get me in trouble.

My hips lift off of the ground, seeking some form of stimulation.

My legs are locked closed by his knees on either side of me, so it’s not like I can press my pussy against him.

“Oh, shit,” I moan as best as I can. “Oh, Go?—”

My words are cut off when he takes away what little air he allowed me. His grip is so tight around my neck that I feel like my eyes are bulging and my face fills with blood. There’s not an ounce of give, and black spots dance across my vision.

“What did I say about that, baby? The only god that exists for you is the one with his dick pressed against your pussy right now. I am your god and Master. The only fucking one you’ll worship and pray to.”

I’m going to black out, and the most fucked-up part is I may do it in the midst of an orgasm. With zero stimulation.

Just when my eyes flutter closed, the first tingles of my release forms, welcoming the darkness, I’m suddenly brought back to awareness when his grip loosens. My release fades, and I want to kick, scream, and rant like a spoiled child.

Instead, I suck in needy gulps of air because that’s what my body demands I do.

“You think you deserve to come?” he taunts in my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and scraping his teeth across it. “You’ve been bad, Savina, and only good girls get to come.”

“Please,” I beg. “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want. Just tell me.”

He nips his teeth over the same spot he bit earlier on my neck, and both pleasure and pain reignite the simmering flame inside me.

“I don’t believe you.”

I swipe my tongue across my lips, tasting the salt in the air. “I swear I will. Just please let me come.”

He doesn’t reply. My throat is released, and before I know what’s happening, his weight is gone, and he’s up on his feet. I look up at my devil as he stands over me with his mask back in place.

“Wha—?”

My mouth snaps closed when his hands move to his belt, and he begins to undo it slowly.

“You haven’t earned your release,” he says, working the button on his pants free and pulling down the zipper. “But I’ll be taking mine.”

I hold my breath, waiting with anticipation as he peels the sides of his pants open.

What falls out is bigger than any dick I’ve seen in all the porn I’ve watched.

Even in the dark, the thing looks massive as it juts out from his hips.

I can’t see the color or any of its details, but I damn sure see the size.

It has to be near as fat and long as my arm.

I get up on my elbows. My slip is wet from the damp grass, but I hardly feel the coolness.

My devil wraps his fist around his cock and gives it one stroke. When he slides his hand back down to the base, his grip tightens. “You want my cock, baby?” he asks.

My eyes stay pinned between his legs, and I nod. “Yes.”

“You want to choke on it, or do you want it tearing through your pussy?”

“Either. Both.” My voice comes out breathy, this time not because my air is restricted.

He strokes his cock a couple of times before he replies. “Too bad for you, you get neither.”

My eyes jerk up and meet his through his mask.

“We’re going to play a game,” he says. “Let’s call it ‘Daddy’s Little Slut.’”

Although I recoil at the name, a disturbing part of me can’t help but be turned on.

Jesus, there really is something wrong with me.

“You’re going to lie there like Daddy’s good little girl and let me cover you with my cum.

You touch your pussy and the consequences won’t be pleasant for you.

You try to touch me, and Daddy will make you bleed.

” He pauses long enough to stroke his cock a couple more times.

“Now spread your legs and let Daddy see his slut’s pretty pussy. ”

It’s completely fucking mental, but I follow through with his demand and spread my legs. My slip is already at my waist, so when my thighs are parted, he’s got a bird’s eye view of my pussy.

“No panties,” he tsks. “Were you hoping to get fucked tonight, Little Vicious?”

My fingers dig into the grass. “Yes.”

His pants sag around his waist when he drops to his knees between my spread thighs. My legs are wide enough that he doesn’t touch me, which is really disappointing.

“Lift your top. I want to see those pretty tits.”

My movements are automatic as I lift my slip until my breasts are bared.

“Fucking perfect.”

My nipples have already turned to hard little nubs from the cool air, but they tighten even more at his praise.

“You poor girl. Do you ache? Is your pussy hungry for my cock? Does it need to be stretched and ripped apart and filled with my cum? Do you want me to make that needy little pussy bleed, Vicious?”

The first thought that comes to mind is to slap his face. I know damn good and well that he’s smiling behind that mask of his. I didn’t miss his pleased tone, like he’s enjoying my suffering.

What an asshole.

But then again, why does my suffering and his enjoyment of it make me pant harder? Look up masochism and you’ll see a big picture of me right beside it.

“Please.” I wish I knew his name so I could tack it at the end of my plea. “Don’t torture me like this. Touch me. Or let me touch you.”

“Daddy said no, Little Vicious. Now shut the fuck up and let me play.”

I clamp my lips shut. Not because he told me to, but because I’m too busy trying to catch my breath. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Who knew I had a daddy kink. If someone would have told me that before tonight, I would have laughed in their face and called them delusional.

I tip my chin into my chest so I can watch as he works his hand up and down his cock.

I wonder what it looks like in the light.

I know that it’s fat and long. But what shade is it?

Is it darker than the rest of his body? Does it have bulgy veins running down the side?

Is the head an angry red when he’s aroused?

Then I begin to wonder what it would feel like in my hand.

It would be silky smooth, but granite hard beneath.

There’s no way I’d be able to wrap my fingers all the way around it.

What about my mouth? What would it taste like?

And how far down my throat would I be able to fit him?

Something tells me my devil wouldn’t care about any limitations. He’d force it down as far as he wanted.

What I wonder the most is how good it’ll feel filling my pussy.

I’ve never had anything inside my pussy.

Not even my fingers. It’s going to hurt having that huge thing inside there.

I don’t even know if it’ll actually fit.

But again, my devil won’t let that stop him.

He’d force it to fit, even if it shredded my insides.

My breaths come in choppy pants, and from the way his shoulders rise and fall, his breathing isn’t much better.

I want to look into his eyes and see just how much he wants me. To see if he looks as tortured as I feel. Is he as crazed with lust as I am?

That stupid mask is in the way.

So I keep my eyes pointed at his hips. His steady rhythm of up and down picks up speed. It takes everything in me to keep my hips on the ground and not fuck the air between us. I’m so desperate for any kind of touch that even a stiff breeze may tip me over the edge.

From the little grunts coming from his throat and the now rapid thrust of his hips, he’s close too. I want him to fall. To shoot his cum all over me. To shatter into a million pieces. So I do something that I never thought I would. Something that should ick me the hell out, but doesn’t.

I moan out a name. Except it isn’t his since I don’t know it. And it isn’t God’s.

“Oh, Daddy.”

His reaction is immediate.

“ Fucking hell. ”

His growl is so deep and rough that it almost sounds animalistic.

His hips kick forward, and I watch, utterly transfixed, as the first spurt of cum shoots out the tip of his cock.

It lands on my lower stomach, right on the small strip of hair over my pubic bone.

The next rope goes higher, as if forced from his body, and it scalds the skin of my left breast. My devil has just enough wherewithal in him to angle his cock down and spurts the rest of his hot release directly over my pussy.

There’s so much of it, it has to completely cover me, and I’m shocked at how good it feels.

It drips down my ass crack onto the ground.

My hands dig into the grass beside my hips, and I feel the dirt wedge beneath my manicured nails. He was the one to just come, but I feel like I’m the one breathless and on the verge of passing out. My head feels lightheaded, and my heart slams inside my chest.

My devil tilts his head down, and I feel his eyes on me. It’s not fair that he can see me, and I can’t see him to tell what he’s feeling.

I wonder how long we’re going to keep doing this. How long does he plan to keep his identity from me?

He doesn’t move or say anything for what feels like forever. I don’t either. We both just stare at each other, our breathing slowly going back to normal.

Then suddenly, he reaches forward and places his hand over the line of cum on my pubic bone. The heel of his palm is inches away from my clit. I hold my breath and pray he moves his hand down and applies the desperate pressure I need between my legs.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves his palm upward, smearing his cum over my stomach.

Then he moves to the string covering my breast and does the same, wiping it over the unblemished one.

My nipples are hard, and he pinches one between his fingers.

I cry out when it feels like he’s going to rip it off.

He falls forward, catching himself with his other hand on the ground by my head. My eyes split open in shock when his cum-covered hand slaps over my mouth. He puts his face so close to mine that all I see is black plastic.

“Manipulation doesn’t become you, Savina.

I’ll let that little play you did slide this time because hearing you call me Daddy is making me feel generous.

” He smears his hand all over my mouth before he pulls my lips apart with three fingers and shoves them deep inside.

I gag when he reaches the back of my throat and keeps going.

He pulls them out and thrusts them back inside. “Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”

And then he’s gone. His fingers are out of my mouth and he’s up on his feet, stuffing his still-hard cock back into his pants. I blink several times, trying to orient myself at the sudden change.

I’m still flat on my back on the ground when he turns around and starts walking away.

His head turns, and he throws over his shoulder, “Don’t forget the heart. You wouldn’t want Daddy Alexander finding it.”