Page 77 of Wicked Believer

Not to me.

Not since the night she first put her faith in me, trusted me as no one else ever has.

She wasn’t the only one irrevocably changed when she fell in love with me.

She’s simply the only one of us who is still whole enough to admit it.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, my expression hardening as I try and fail to suppress all the ways she makes mefeel.

Things I thought I was no longer capable of, quite frankly.

“All right, Charlotte. Your play.” I use two fingers to beckon her forward, my expression betraying nothing. “Crawl to me.”

She does as she’s told, closing the small gap between us with slow, languid movements until she’s once again kneeling before me. The sight of her knelt at my feet is one of my favorite things. Her innocence undoes me. The way she submits to me practically makes me come alive. I would do or give anything. Say or be anything.

Anything she needs me to be.

Even my Father’s faithful servant ...

If she asked it of me.

And that kind of power in unexperienced hands?

Well, I can’t allow that now, can I?

“Grip my shaft,” I order.

“Yes, sir.” She places her hand around me, her fingers unable to fully circle me, following my instructions like a good little student.

That’s all she’s ever wanted to be, ever since we met, of course.

My pet. My creature. My whore.

And soon, my vicious queen.

She was made for this. Made for me.

“Use your hands on any part that your mouth cannot reach,” I instruct. “Focus your tongue on the underside of the shaft.”

She does as I order, taking me in and out past her lips several times until my head starts to loll back, but she’s stopping each time I reach the back of her throat. Like she’s too scared to push past her gag reflex for fear of choking.

But I know better than she does what she’s capable of.

Charlotte doesn’t just need rough. She craves it.

The feeling of being pushed past her current limit.

By me and me only.

“You’re not relaxing,” I growl. I grip her hair, pulling her up and off my cock so fast that her lips make an audible littlepopfrom where she’d managed to get some decent suction on me.

She frowns, her mouth forming a sad pout, like I’ve deprived her. A greedy brat if there ever was one.

Fuck, she is perfect for me.

I give her a sly grin, my voice dropping low. “I’m going to fuck your face now, show you how to open for me.” The fat head of my cock brushes against her cheek. “Slap my thigh as your stop signal.”

But I know she won’t stop.