Page 87 of My Turn

“I agree.”

“Why’d you bring me to your villain’s lair? This is kidnapping, you know.”

He chuckled darkly, then strode toward me. I crab walked backward, maneuvering around the bed so that I could reach the wall. It was dumb because it left me with nowhere to go. He crouched in front of me and gently grabbed my chin.

“Kidnapping, Alana? You belong to me. Besides, I just had to do something here and I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Cool. So, take me home.”

“I brought you to my home and you don’t even want to look around? I thought you’d have questions. Maybe you can uncover all of my secrets.”

My eyes shifted from one side of the room to the other. There was a wall next to the staircase that looked a little different than the others. I scanned every inch of it and I could’ve sworn I sawthe tiniest of grooves. Was it a secret door? That’d be impressive, but I couldn’t imagine what horrors he’d need to hide behind it.

He followed my gaze. “So observant,” he mused, running his fingers over my cheek. “Yet so blind to the things right in front of you.”

“I want to go home.”

“Okay. First, though, you still owe me that ‘thank you.’”

Grinding my teeth together, I angled myself away from his touch. “You haven’t done anything worthy of it.”

“God, you’re stubborn.”

“Where are you from? Ireland?”

“Sure.”

He stood but didn’t back up. As he stared down at me, my mouth went dry. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew something was going through his head that I wouldn’t like.

I dropped my gaze and saw the clear outline of his dick inside his jeans. He was hard. Was it just from being near me? My breaths picked up and my mouth went from dry to salivating.

His head cocked before he unbuttoned his pants. I tried to scoot back more, but I was already against the wall. When I dove to the side, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back, making me cry out at the sting in my scalp.

“Stop fighting me,” he said softly. His tone didn’t match the grip he had on my hair.

With his other hand, he pushed two fingers into my mouth. Because this was a godless existence, I sucked on them. He groaned, the sound so deep and throaty that it made me clench my thighs together.

“That’s it.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick free. I’d almost forgotten how big it was. “Can you be a good girl for me today?”

“What if I say no?”

“I can strap you to that bed and use you as I please.”

That shouldn’t have made me ache. With a small shake of my head, I reached for his dick. He sucked in a breath when I stroked the smooth skin, all the way to the base and back up. Stepping forward, he pressed the head against my lips. I met his eyes- or rather, the X’s where they should’ve been- and opened my mouth. He wasted no time thrusting to the back of my throat, making me gag violently.

He pulled back and moved at a gentler pace after that. I kept my hand on him, stroking him back and forth along with my mouth. Leaning forward, he braced one hand against the wall and threaded his fingers through my hair with the other. It wasn’t rough like before. It was loving and tender in a way that made me want to give him pleasure, to please him.

Every sound he made drove me on. He didn’t hold back his moans or sharp inhales. Each of them made me feel a strange sense of pride because I was drawing them from him. I’d never been so invested in this before. The only one I’d ever given oral to was Jake and it was nothing like this. It was a task, something to get done so that he’d be happy, but the way I wanted to make Erebus feel was different. It was more.

Sick or not, I was getting off on it. Wetness pooled between my legs and the ache in my core became a need, demanding and nearly painful.

As if he could sense what I felt, he said, “Touch yourself.”

With one hand, I scrambled to undo my jeans. I rose further up on my knees and shimmied them down enough for me to slip my fingers between my legs. They were enveloped by heat and quickly became slick with my arousal. I moved my hips, grinding against my fingers, but it didn’t feel like enough. Even when I slipped them inside of me, I wasn’t satisfied.

Pulling back, I took a gasping breath. “Please.”

“Please what?”

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