Page 35 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

His hand slides down the front of my dress, down my stomach, and stops when he reaches my core. He presses his fingers between my legs, and I feel the squish of my arousal against my thong. A low moan leaves my throat.

“This pussy is fucking mine. Every fucking cell in your body belongs to me. Every breath you take, every beat your heart pumps. It’s all mine, Vicious. No one gets to touch you. No one gets to fucking look at you.”

He turns me around, and I get my first full look at him, tipping my head back because he’s at least a foot taller than me.

His shoulders and chest are wide beneath his black tuxedo jacket, and it tapers off into a narrower waist. The tux he’s wearing fits him as if it were tailor made to his body, which I assume it was.

The way he talks and carries himself, he has to come from money.

I look at his face. He’s wearing the same mask he always wears. I try to get a peek behind the eyeholes, but it’s too dark to see anything but two black, bottomless pits.

“Drop to your fucking knees, Vicious,” he orders in a deep voice.

Before I can tell my brain to follow through, my body does it on its own accord. The terrace is concrete, but the thick material of my dress is enough cushion to protect my knees.

He flicks the two buttons on his tux jacket, letting the lapels fall open. “Undo my pants.”

I eagerly reach forward and start with the belt.

Once I have it unbuckled, I start on the snap and zipper of his slacks, the dark material of his briefs appearing.

He pulls the belt through the loops. His pants sag around his waist, not completely falling down.

Before I get the chance to reach inside his briefs, he grabs my wrists and brings them behind my back, holding them with one hand.

He’s bending over me when I feel the leather of his belt being wrapped around my wrists and arms. He situates them so one lays over the other, like I’m hugging my back.

He tightens the belt enough to pinch into my skin.

Once he’s done, he stands up straight. I look up at him from my prone position on my knees. His chin is tipped down as he takes me in just as I do him.

“You look perfect on your knees for me. Like you were made for that position.”

I run my tongue over my lips.

“You’ve been so eager for my cock, haven’t you? So fucking thirsty for it. You want it shoved down your throat until you’re choking on it.”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

He cups my cheek softly, almost lovingly, and swipes his thumb over my bottom lip. I can almost imagine his expression behind the mask is tender.

He shoves the front of his briefs down so it tucks beneath the twin balls under his cock. When his dick is revealed, I’m reminded just how big it is. His hand strokes up and down his shaft a few times. Moisture pools between my legs, and I practically drool.

The tender touch to my cheek only lasts for a few seconds before his hand slides back, and his fingers grip my hair painfully. I inhale a sharp breath at the slight sting.

“It’s time you give me one of your firsts, Savina.” He pulls my head back farther. “Open wide.”

I open my mouth and before I can prepare myself, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat. My gag reflex instantly activates, and my lips are stretched so wide I wonder if he’ll break my jaw.

I instinctively try to pull my arms forward to push his thighs away, but they’re trapped behind my back.

“Come on, baby,” he growls above me. “I know you can do better than that. You still have half of my cock to go.”

Half?

There’s no fucking way I can fit that much more in my mouth. It’s already in my throat.

I make a noise, hoping he’ll pull out so I can tell him I can’t take anymore. He starts to pull away, but only a couple of inches, before he’s forcing himself back inside. I cough and gag, slobber sliding out the corners of my mouth, and tears come to my eyes.

Both of his hands are in my hair, his grip tight. He forces my head back, only to shove his cock back inside, going even deeper.

“More,” he snarls. “You’re doing so fucking good, but I know you can take more. We’re not finished until every hard inch of my cock is inside your mouth and throat.”

Black spots dance in my vision when he pushes to the back of my throat and doesn’t let up.

I can’t breathe and can barely think. Spit dribbles out of my mouth, down my chin, and I feel it land on my chest. He pulls my hair, shoving his hips forward, jamming more of him down my throat.

I start bucking against him, trying my best to pull myself away, but it’s no use.

I can’t go anywhere until he allows me to.

I get a small reprieve when he yanks my head back all the way off his cock. My head is snapped back, and he bends down, putting his face close to mine. He’s close enough for me to see his eyes, but not make out the color.

“You wanted this, Savina. You’ve fucking begged for my cock. Now you’ll fucking take it like a good little girl all the way down your throat.”

“Please,” I beg, the word coming out hoarse. “I can’t take any more.”

“You’ve got no choice.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to protest further. He stands and rams his cock back into my mouth. I gag so much that my stomach muscles ache, and I worry I may puke.

As harsh as his treatment is, as painful as my throat hurts, more liquid seeps from between my legs. I’m so wet, I can feel it on my thighs.

On his next thrust inside, I feel him pop through my throat muscles and slide down further. His balls press against my chin, and my nose is smashed against his pubic bone.

“Ahh… fuck.” I barely hear his groaned words past the blood rushing through my ears. “That’s it, baby. So fucking hot and tight, taking my cock like a good little whore.”

He pulls back, and I barely have enough time to suck in a breath before I’m being gagged again.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” Thrust .

“You like being forced to take my cock in your greedy little mouth.” Thrust .

“Fucking choke on it, Vicious.” Thrust .

“Show me how much you like being my perfect whore.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and my chin drips with slobber. I feel utterly brutalized. My throat is raw and bruised and my arms hurt from being trapped behind me. The joints in my shoulders burn. I’ll have marks on my arms tomorrow that I’ll have to cover up.

He continues to fuck my mouth savagely and without remorse. He pulls out and drives his hips forward, yanking my head back and forth, using my hair to control my movements. His balls slap against my chin, and they get smeared with slobber.

“That’s a good girl, Vicious,” he grunts. “You’re taking me so well, just like I knew you would. Your mouth was made for my cock. Only my cock. Jesus, fuck, you’re perfect.”

I open my eyes and look up at him as best as I can through my watery vision. I want to see his face. I want to see the delirious pleasure in his expression.

I press my thighs together. They’re so slick with my juices that they easily slide against each other.

My throat convulses around his shaft when a bolt of pleasure hits my core at the pressure I’m causing.

I’m so close to coming that it won’t take much to throw me over the edge. I only need a few more seconds.

Just when I feel the first tingles of my release, his grip in my hair becomes punishing and my head is yanked off his dick so far that my mouth is forced open.

A line of slobber trails from the tip of his cock to my lips.

He puts his masked face in mine, and I can feel the heat of his glare and see the flash of white in his eyes behind the holes.

“Did I say you could come, Savina?” he growls.

“N-no,” I stutter through my dry and ravaged throat.

“You come when I fucking say so.”

My voice is wobbly when I reply, “Okay.”

He stands to his full height, but instead of shoving my mouth back around his cock, he pushes my face against his testicles.

“Lick my balls. Slobber all over them.”

I dart out my tongue, starting with one heavy sack, licking all over it, before moving on to the next.

I keep my eyes open and watch as he slides his hand up and down his massive shaft.

Looking past his groin, his head is tipped back, the corded muscles in his neck sticking out.

I draw one of his balls between my lips, sucking the sensitive skin.

His rumbling growl shows his appreciation.

The short reprieve for my jaw doesn’t last long before he’s forcing his cock back inside my mouth. He goes all the way to the back of my throat, and I gag so hard I feel like my eyes are bugging out.

I’ve sucked this man’s cock a hundred times in my dreams, but nothing could prepare me for this. The utter brutality of it. The all-consuming need to please him.

He holds my head in place by the vicious grip he has in my hair and pistons his hips forward, hammering his cock down my throat, over and over again. There’s no way I won’t be bruised from this. I’ll be feeling the effects for days.

“That’s a good girl. Swallow every inch. Fucking choke on Daddy’s cock, baby.”

My face is soaked with slobber and tears, and the little bit of eyeliner and mascara I applied tonight must be streaks of black down my cheeks.

His deep grunts and savage groans mix with the constant obscene sound of my gagging.

Using my hair as leverage, he yanks my head forward and my chin and nose smash against his groin.

He holds me in place, and I can’t breathe because the cock in my mouth and throat blocks my airway.

I struggle against him, desperate to take a breath, but it’s no use.

I’m bound, and he’s much too strong. I can’t even moan my protests.

I feel a pulse in his cock and seconds later, hot liquid hits the back of my throat as his fingers tighten in my hair.

Swirly black spots dance in the outside edges of my vision, and I grow lightheaded. Just when the blackness tries to take me under, my head is jerked back, and I suck in gulps of much- needed air. I’m still lightheaded, and I sway to the side, but I’m stopped by the hand still tangled in my hair.

My chest feels light, and my hands bound behind me are numb from lack of blood flow.

My head is pulled back, and his masked face comes into view. “Such a good, vicious little angel,” he says quietly, and his praise sends a bolt of electric pleasure to my core. “You took Daddy’s cock like a needy little whore desperate for a fix.”

I whimper and my pussy weeps more juices.

“Daddy,” I moan.

His thumb swipes over the corner of my mouth before he pushes it inside. The saltiness that hits my tongue tastes sublime. Who knew cum would taste so good?

Or maybe it’s just because it’s his.

“One day soon, you’ll moan my real name, not some fantasy title.” His thumb latches over my bottom teeth, forcing my lower jaw open. “Stick out your tongue.”

I do it immediately.

His head drops, and his tongue sweeps out. What he does isn’t a kiss. It’s not a tangle of tongues or a sweet slide of lips. He simply glides his tongue over mine in one single swipe. He tastes like expensive brandy and spicy mint.

Before he pulls away, he scrapes his teeth over the tip of my tongue and bites down.

Hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to cause a lot of damage.

The sting is piercing, and I almost yank my tongue back into my mouth because of the shock, but I hold still.

He sucks my tongue and swallows the blood he draws from it, along with his cum.

He pulls back, but only far enough so he can look into my eyes. “My cum and your blood taste so fucking perfect together.”

Oh, Jesus , why does that make my pussy clench in need?

“Please,” I whisper hoarsely.

“Please, what, my pretty Savina?”

“Touch me. Make me come.”

“Not tonight,” he says. His hand releases its harsh grip on my hair, and he stands up, lording over me with his towering height. “You haven’t earned your release.”

He stuffs his still-hard cock back into his pants and carefully pulls up the tab to the zipper, then the button.

“Why?” I croak.

“Because you pissed me off and little girls who piss off their Daddies don’t get to come.”

Panic sets in when he takes a step backward, away from me. “No! Wait!”

He continues to retreat, ignoring my plea. Only a few more steps and he’ll disappear completely.

“Please don’t hurt Braxton!” I call desperately. I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to him because of me.

“Sleep well, Savina,” his dark voice calls from the shadows.

And then he’s gone.