Page 72 of The Devil's Playground

I get the lust; he’s looked at me like that since I was fourteen with no boobs, no ass, and he saw easy prey. The hate, too. For walking away from him, from abandoning him these last three years, for fucking anyone else… oh, he hates me. Any love he might have convinced me he once felt is long gone.

And that’s why, when he peers through the shadows down here, there’s no denying the murder in his eyes, either…

That’s who Kieran Alfieri is. He’s been coddled by the Libellula crime family since he was twenty-two. They took him in ten years ago when he proved himself to them, looked the other way when he kept me as his property when I didn’t want to be with him, and gave him the outlet to be the murderous psycho he’s always been.

And, lucky me, he decided when I was a kid that I belonged to him.

TWENTY-SIX

DEFIANT

NICOLETTE

Sick asshole still thinks I do. Why else would he look down at me with a slight curve to his lip after he drugged me, kidnapped me, took me captive… and then, without breaking eye contact, unbutton his jeans?

He doesn’t stop there. At my growing horror, Kieran unzips his pants, shoving them down past his ass before dipping his hand beneath his jeans and pulling out his dick.

No surprise that he’s hard. He’d deny it, but he was always more turned on by my fear than anything else.

Like now. As he shows off the erection, complete with pre-come already beading at the tip, I know that this is his way of proving to both of us that he’ll always consider me to be his—and if I know what’s better, I’ll give him what he expects.

Of course. As a teen, I learned to give him what he wanted because he’d get it, one way or another. He wouldn’t rape me—or, at least, because he never got that consent under constant duress could ever be considered rape, he wouldn’t think of it as that—but that’s because he did everything he could to make me agree. When I was young enough not to know better or understand that a twenty-one-year-old shouldn’t be fucking his sixteen-year-old stepsister, he’d push and nag and cajole until I gave in.

Later, Kieran would punish me if I acted out. He’d make me go without food for a couple of days, and when that didn’t work, he had no problem hitting me, knocking me around to get me to behave the way he wanted me to.

But no matter how he treated me, and what I let him have, there was one thing he couldn’t do: he could never stamp out the last bit of defiance in me.

I show him that now. I’m at his mercy, no purse in sight, my phone gone, and the realization that no one probably has any idea what happened to me… but when he grabs my arm roughly, forcing me into a kneeling position, then shows me his cock, there isn’t anything on earth that will have me obediently sucking him off like I’ve done a hundred times before.

He expects me to be the naive girl I was. To show that he owns me, that he controls me, he’ll shove his cock in my face and wait expectantly for me to worship him.

I won’t.

“I waited too long for you, darlin’. Now be a good girl and open up.”

I clench my teeth, keeping my mouth closed.

Kieran moves closer. Spreading his legs, bracing them against the cement floor, he bumps his cock against my lips.

I shake my head.

He blows out a rush of air. Then, as though I’m being unreasonable, he sighs, then digs his thumb into the underside of my jaw, cutting off my breath.

Fuck. Panic makes me stupid. I forget I can breathe through my nose and, instead, gasp out a breath.

As soon as I do, he shoves the head of his cock past my lips. Once he’s in, he assumes that I’ll give up. I’ll stop fighting.

For a moment, I do.

His hand goes to my hair to keep me in place. He tugs on the strands, making sure I can’t go anywhere as he rocks on his heels a few times. It’s obvious to him that I’m not going to start out willingly licking him, nibbling him, sucking him… but he wants a blow job, and knowing Kieran, he’ll do whatever he thinks he must to get it.

It’s not just a blowjob, though. This is showing me that I was fooling myself with all the time I spent with Royce. Kieran probably thinks that he was being magnanimous, giving me a few days with my ‘boss’ to get it out of my system—but the way he spat out ‘pretty boy’ like that before, plus knowing where I’ve been… he knows way more about my relationship with Royce than he should.

Enough that he’s being even rougher than usual to replace him.

That’s what he’s doing. It’s not about pleasure for him. It’s ownership, and he shows me that again and again as he begins to flat-out fuck my mouth.

I’m gagging now. Choking. Tears fill my eyes as he forces himself in and out, the head tickling the back of my throat as my stomach lurches. My gag reflex just about triggered, I’m so close to hurling.

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