Page 104 of Wicked & Wildflower

I nod.

“Good.” He kisses me again before pulling away and standing straight. “Now, wrap that belt around your neck.” My breath hitches, curiosity and anticipation shooting through my core. “Put yourself on a leash and remind me what a good girl you are.”

Heat explodes between my legs.

I take the end strap and slide it past the buckle, pulling it all the way through until the belt is tight around my throat. Everett’s eyes are on fire as I hold the strap out to him in silent submission. He lets out a low groan, wrapping it around his fist and tugging me toward him.

With anyone else, this would be humiliating, but with him, it’s fucking enticing. I want to be at his mercy. There is vulnerability and trust in acts like this, and knowing he’s doing this for my pleasure, to help me let go, gives me faith in his control of the situation.

I want to explore like this with Everett, knowing that he’s going to take care of me, guide me through all of it, pushing the boundaries together until we find new levels of pleasure than we could’ve ever imagined, that we’d never be able to find with anyone else.

“Take my cock out, Dahlia,” he demands roughly.

I pop the button on his jeans, keeping my eyes on him as I slowly unzip and tug them down his thighs. His hardness tents his underwear, thick and long. I dip into the waistband, letting my nails tickle the skin of his hips, and he lets out a hiss at the sensation. I drag his underwear down his legs too, and his cock springs free, hard, throbbing, and already glistening withmoisture. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth as my throat goes dry.

Part of me can’t believe this is the same man who crawled across my bedroom floor and begged to fuck me. He stands before me now so tall, rugged, and masculine, arms straining, the tattoos on his hands flexing where he wraps the belt around his knuckles. Pulling tight, my throat constricts, and my mouth falls open, sucking in air.

His other hand snakes behind my head, fisting my hair and holding me still as he slides his length between my parted lips. He’s hard and hot against my tongue, pushing in slowly until he reaches resistance at the back of my throat. I lower my jaw, suction my cheeks around him, and force him just an inch deeper. He’s nowhere close to being all the way inside, but it’s enough for him to let out a low, strained groan. The sound is like kindling to my skin, lighting my body on fire.

Everett’s head falls back, throat working as his eyes flutter shut. I flick my tongue across his base and attempt to pull back, but he tightens his grip on the belt around my neck, causing me to choke and sputter. “Stay.” I still myself, and he moves his hips away, until just the tip remains in my mouth, before thrusting back in. “Good girl.” A feral smile accents his lips as he brushes a hand over the top of my head, pushing my hair from my face. “You’re such a pretty little pet.”

I can’t help the moan that tears from my throat at those words. The sound vibrates along his length, and he lets out a twin noise at the feel of it. He keeps the reins tight around me and begins a punishing pace, fucking my mouth with abandon. I can do nothing but take it. The control he has over me sends a flood of arousal straight to my core.

Each time he pushes deep, he holds there until my lungs seize and my throat constricts at the lack of oxygen. Then, he moves again, allowing me to breathe. A string of curses fly from hismouth as he moves faster, harder, deeper. My eyes are watering, nails clawing into the flesh of his thighs. Everett drops his head, amber eyes searing through me, hazed with lust and passion and something fierce.

“You think the chase is over, baby?” he growls. “Fuck, no. I’m going to be chasing the high you give me for the rest of my life.” He thrusts deep, pausing. “You’re such a good girl for me, choking on my cock.” I moan again, and his lips tick upward into the wicked smirk that sets my soul on fire. “I’m keeping you, Wildflower. You’re mine,” he rasps. “Se mia per sempre.”

He picks up his pace, thrusting deep into my throat—roughly and with purpose. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking hard and wrapping my tongue around his length as it moves in and out of my mouth. “Fucking dammit, Dahlia,” he moans. “I’m going to—” His eyes are bright as he stares down at me with that unspoken question.

I squeeze his leg, attempting to nod my permission through the grip around my neck. He pulls on the belt, forcing it even tighter, his fingers knotting in my hair and pulling tight. The sting is electrifying. My vision goes blurry, but I fight to keep my eyes open, desperate to watch him come undone, to watch him lose control.

“C–Coming,” he grits out through clenched teeth, and suddenly, his body is spasming around me, cock jerking in my mouth before his release coats my tongue, shooting hot and fast down my throat. His thighs tremble beneath my palms as I swallow everything.

My mind still hazy and clouded, I think I may hear him whispering my name again and again, but by the time the belt loosens around my neck and his fingers leave my hair, the room is quiet. He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I lick the remnants of him from my lips as he watches me with hooded eyes.

Everett tucks himself back into his jeans before reaching his hand out to me. I take it as he hauls me to my feet and slides the belt off my neck, letting it fall to the floor beside us. “You’re incredible, and I think I’m obsessed with you,” he says, taking my face between his hands. “Was it too much?”

I laugh. “No. I liked it.” Gripping his forearms and pulling him closer so that his mouth hovers over mine, I whisper, “But later, I’m going to walk you like a fucking dog.”

He smiles against my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

34

Wildflower

Having A Crisis Over My Dying Twenties

Have you given any more thought to my proposal?

I sigh, deleting the text message and locking my phone before slipping it back into my purse. I should really just block his number, but the thought terrifies me somehow. I’m afraid of the damage he would do if he truly lost his access to me.

Plus, if he wasn’t tormenting me, he’d be tormenting my sister.

“You haven’t heard from Dad recently, have you?” I ask.

Her hands tense on the steering wheel, and I watch her glance in the rearview to check on Lou in the back, ensuring her earbuds are in. The music is so loud, I can hear it from the front seat, so I know there is no way she’s listening.

“No, not in months. I’ve been emailing with Mom.” Her eyes flicker in my direction. “Only every few weeks. Not often.”

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