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“What are you doing?” he asks softly.

“I’m… I’m not sure.”

He stalks back toward me and slips his hands into the top of the dress. He grips the fabric tight. “You want a little blood on you, taste death vicariously through me?”

“Don’t, Torin… I think I’m spinning. I don’t know what to do anymore. But I…”

Torin stares at me a long time. “Get on your knees.”

I lower myself down, my knees buckling. The moment I hit the floor, a strange wave of relief hits me. I don’t know if this is how the sex games are played, but down here, obeying him, soothes something in me, and the heat between my thighs intensifies. So does the throb in my clit.

Down here, I’m at his mercy. I’m his in the most uncomplicated way, and I needthat simplicity.

It doesn’t have to be forever. Just for now. And that’s enough.

“I worry…” The words spill out but theabout yousticks.

“Don’t ever waste that on me. Like you worked out years ago, I’m a bad man. A killer. I killed someone.”

He doesn’t ask, but I touch his jeans. Torin hisses in a breath.

“For me.”

“You want to do something? Open your pretty mouth.”

A thrill races through my blood and everything spirals down into the moment.

I slowly open my mouth.

He unbuttons his jeans, and his hard, erect cock bounces free.

My mouth salivates at the sight because I want this. I want to make him come and feel intense pleasure. And the fact that he’s allowing me to undo him with my mouth and tongue makes me insanely hot.

He pushes into my mouth, and I try my best to take all of him. Torin’s so big and he fills my mouth. His groan of pleasure makes me wetter, like I’m pleasing him, like this is all that matters in the world.

His cock hits the back of my throat, and I almost gag. Torin grips my hair, holding me there, making me choke and gag and sputter, and thrills sing like lightning through my blood.

I don’t care that I can barely breathe, that drool and wetness spool out of the corners of my mouth as I struggle to hold him there, struggle to take him deeper. My pussy responds with beats of wild pleasure, and my panties are soaked in seconds.

He grabs my head and pulls it back. “I could fuck your throat like a cunt, it’s so fucking unbelievable, and I don’t even care if you can breathe.”

My blood thrums hard, morphing into flames of insatiable desire.

He strokes my cheek as I gulp in air.

“Tell me,” he says softly, “that you hate me.”

A beat of need passes through me, deep. “I despise you.”

He fucks my mouth more… pushing in, withdrawing, and then shoving all the way in to hold me there, once again, gagging, swallowing frantically over the tip of his cock.

A sob rises in my chest, breaking free like a moan as he pulls out once more.

“Yet you want me, just as much as I want you.” His eyes are like the cold depths of space and they sear my soul. He grabs me, fucking my mouth hard until he comes, hot cum spurting down my throat.

It’s an orgasmic moment as I swallow him down, sucking on him as best I can, not wanting to miss a drop.

But Torin’s as gone as me in this moment, and he drags me up, throwing me to the bed as he claws off my panties.