Page 25 of Dragonfly

If that’s the best I can expect from this monster…

Fine. Besides, it’s just a blow job. I had to feast on pussy nearly nightly for two-and-a-half years in order for Portia to share all her perks in prison while also keeping some other inmates and the guard—the fucking guards—off my back.

Close your eyes, lick, get the job done.

Close your eyes?—

I meet Damien’s stare. With a rueful smile, I take a hold of his cock and put the head to my lips.

“No teeth,” he warns.

Shame. “The faster I get you off, the faster I can go to bed and pretend this nightmare is over. Right?”

“If that’s how you want to look at it.”

Good enough. Parting my lips, I take him inside my mouth.

I’m sure he thinks he’s won this battle. I’m betting he can’t believe that he got me to agree to give him a blowjob so easily, either. And for the first thirty seconds or so as I run my tongue down the underside of his shaft, he’s stiff—and I’m not just referring to his dick. He seems to be waiting for me to try to chomp off the tip or something, and when all I do is suck on his skin, he finally begins to relax enough to seem to enjoy it.

Of course, that’s when I tug him out of the warmth of my mouth as I innocently ask, “What about the blonde?”

He goes tense immediately.

Ah-ha. Bulls-eye, just like I thought.

She’s important to him. I figured as much, but I never targeted her because what was the point? My revenge wasn’t about ruining Damien’s life. It was about ending it. I’ve never seen her before. As far as I was concerned, she had nothing to do with this.

But if that’s a way to get to Damien…

“Excuse me?”

I have a flippant, ‘you heard me’, halfway to my lip before I see the change in his expression.

Whoa.

Up until this moment, he’s been amused. Charming. But the second I mentioned the blonde? I can see just how Damien Libellula became the powerful bastard that he is. There’s no mercy in those pale blue eyes.

“Be careful, Savannah.” Not spider. Not wife. Cool. Cold. Savannah.

I take his dick between my lips again, hollowing my cheeks as I use as much suction as I can to trigger the nerves on the head. I swirl my tongue over it next, and just when he closes his eyes so that I don’t have to see the threat in them, I let his cock slip out with a gentle pop.

Gripping him by the base, I twist my wrist, stroking him a few times before I ask him, “What’s the matter? Feel guilty? You have me on my knees, but she probably wouldn’t like that, would she?”

His eyes snap open. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maybe not. “Is she going to find out about me? I hope so. I can’t wait to meet her.”

I know in an instant that I went too far. I might not have asked him if she has anyone he cares about after he asked me the same, but I have an answer to that when he removes his stiletto knife in one fluid machine before I can finish my latest stroke.

Crouching his legs just enough to put me in his reach, the point of his knife touches my throat.

“I went to a lot of trouble to marry you,” he says in a conversational tone. “Don’t make me a widower on my wedding night.”

Regret is a bitch, because I’m already wishing I never brought up the blonde.

I swallow because I can’t keep myself from doing it, all the while expecting to feel the sharp stiletto piercing me any second now. When it doesn’t, I whisper softly, “You’d kill me? Right now? When I’m as vulnerable as I can be?”

When he said we would have a truce while in this room?

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