Page 51 of Twisted Play

When I looked up at him, expecting to see cruelty, I only saw desire, his full lips parted as he took breath after ragged breath.

“You’re doing so fucking good. Such a wicked, filthy slut for me.”

My thighs pressed together to relieve the immediate ache in my core.

“Now take me in your mouth.”

My nose scrunched. In response, his fingers tightened in my hair, and a whine escaped me, needy and thin. Oh my god, what was wrong with me?

“Eva,” he growled, yanking my head back and forcing me to look at his face. “This isn’t optional.”

When I shook my head, he smacked me in each cheek with his cock, leaving wet smears over the sides of my face.

“Come on, slut,” he encouraged. “You’re doing so well. You can do this. I know you can.”

He yanked my hair so hard it hurt, and when I yelped in pain, he shoved his cock down my throat.

I couldn’t breathe.

Oh my god, he was going to kill me with my pussy absolutely soaked, and the authorities were going to find me and think I was some sort of?—

He pulled out and grinned at me, his handsome smile wicked.

“Look at you, sparrow, taking all of me like a good little slut.”

“I can’t,” I gasped. “I couldn’t?—”

He shoved his cock back down my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes as he pulled back again, letting me gasp for air.

“Don’t bite me,” he warned as he fucked my throat again. “And don’t fucking puke.”

Terrified, I did my best to shove myself back with my hands on his thighs, but he just tightened his grip in my hair, shoving my head back against the wall. Just as my vision blacked around the edges, he pulled out.

“Now suck, sparrow.”

Grateful for the reprieve, I hollowed out my cheeks and did exactly as he asked, sucking hard as he held my head still and fucked my mouth. I thought of Tristan’s concerned looks at practice, how he tried to draw me out with gentle teasing. If he could see me now, on my knees, choking on Cole’s cock and getting wet from it, he’d be horrified.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Cole groaned as he cut off my airway for a second then yanked back out. Determined to keep him from choking me again, I sucked as hard as I could, dancing my tongue over his length as it plunged in and out of my mouth, ignoring the tears that streamed down my face. Ignoring my worry someone would catch us, that I’d lose my job and my scholarship anyway, and the humiliation of being forced to give Cole a blow job.

“You’re fucking made for me, sparrow, so gorgeous on your knees, so pretty with your makeup smeared just for me, your lips swollen and your eyes looking at me like you can’t decide whether you want to fuck me or kill me.”

I hated him. I hated how his words settled in my chest, like I was a perfect, precious thing instead of a hot mess express, desperate to save my father, holding on to my sanity by a thread. Fuck him. I’d walked away after hooking up because I couldn’t handle him, couldn’t handle the way he made me feel, and I was so fucking pissed to find myself trapped by him now.

“Such a good girl for me,” he continued, and I gave in to the urge, moaning around his cock as his words went straight to my clit, a jolt of need so strong, I had to resist the urge to reach down and touch myself.

Cole’s fingers tightened, and I stiffened, waiting for the end, but instead of slamming me into the wall, he kept his fist in my hair, protecting the back of my head even as he held me still to roughly fuck my face.

“What a delightfully filthy little slut you are,” he continued in a low tone. “Sucking like you were born to service me, a perfect little fucktoy who’s already forgotten she doesn’t have a choice, desperate to please me.”

I couldn’t tell if I was crying from misery or humiliation, and it didn’t matter. I wanted to please him. I wanted this to be good for him. I wanted him to keep telling me how fucking good I was at sucking his cock, like I was the only one who could make him feel this way.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” he praised. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like the worthless slut you are? God, if I’d known it would be like this, I never would have let you go.”

I’d never hated myself more than in that moment, for caring what this asshole thought of the blow job he’d forced on me.

“Please,” I tried to say around his cock.

“What, sparrow? More?”