Page 11 of The Sins That Bleed

Cobwebs desperation filling me with the need to put my lips around him and suck every drop of cum from him.

“Oh, isn’t he lovely?” I smile in appreciation, swiping my tongue over my lips as I sit up to see him better. “Touch yourself, show me how you like it.”

He watches my every move as his hand glides over his cock, and I have to grip the sheets to stop myself from reaching for him to find out how velvety smooth it is. He pumps languidly, in no rush to reach his climax, taking his time to seek his pleasure.

I moan and reward him by spreading my legs. His eyes dip to where they are parted as he waits for me to give him more. I tease the edge of my skirt up until my black thong is on display for him, leaning back on one arm while my other hand ghosts over the material.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his hand working faster.

Our attention fights between what our hands are doing and searching each other’s eyes, daring the other to break first. His are filled with hate and lust, mirroring my own as I play with my clit, our sinful noises of rapture weaving together.

“That’s it, work yourself until you’re begging me to let you come. Break for me.”

My words have the desired effect, casting a spell that has his fist stroking with speed, and I match his pace. We’re both close to the edge but there’s one more thing I want from him before we do. I need to taste him like he tasted me.

“ Please, please let me come,” he rasps.

It’s euphoric to have a pretty and desperate man like him beg me for release.

“Come in my mouth, mon chéri. I want to taste your hot seed as you shatter for me.”

I keep touching myself as I move toward him, tipping my head slightly as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, ready to catch the hot rope of cum from his cock. It sends him over the edge, and I feel the sticky liquid shoot into the back of my throat and over my lips, chin, and nose.

I come hard as I swallow him down, licking it off my lips whilst he’s panting hard. I take my time to wipe every drop from my face and suck it down my throat—he tastes even better than I imagined. I thought this would get him out of my system, but the craving has grown stronger.

“Good boy, you did so well for me.”

His hands wrap around my throat before he throws me across the room. Instead of landing in a heap, I roll and get to my feet. The motherfucker caught me off guard. I’ll make him regret it. I snarl as I stalk toward him, ready to make him pay.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment. If you ever come in here uninvited again, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”

His gun is now trained on me and he’s righted his sweatpants. What a shame. He grips a knife in his other hand; he must stash it under his pillow so it’s easy to reach. I’ll remember that for next time.

“Are you flirting with me, mon chéri?” Confusion flits across his face. “You have a knife, if I’d known, we could’ve had a very interesting night.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” he barks out.

I throw my head back and laugh. “Oui, yes I am. I look forward to playing with that knife next time. See you soon, lover boy.”

I turn for the window with speed, not enough to raise his suspicions but quick enough for me to escape if he decides he’s no longer interested in empty threats.

His blade or bullet won’t kill me, but there would be no getting around how I survived a bullet to the brain.

The last time that happened someone got sectioned.

Oops.

“There won’t be a next time, Lilith .” He spits the name at me, but I grin at him. He totally gets the vibe I’m going for.

I blow him a kiss before sweeping over the edge of the window and dropping onto the fire escape. I hear his bare feet move across the room toward the window, but I’m gone before he can even put his head out for one last look at me.

He’s mine now, whether he likes it or not.