Page 14 of Cruel Master

He doesn't answer me at first. Instead, he pushes back from his chair and stalks over to me very slowly, those blue flames burning higher with each step he takes, sparkling at me with intensity.

I swallow the closer he gets to me, and then he's towering over me. Those blue eyes blaze down at me, burning me with their fierceness.

My breath hitches. I’m like a moth caught in the flame. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

The next thing I know, he grips me under the arms and yanks me up. He throws me on the table, lifting my legs up as he does so.

I gasp as he fists my dress in his hands and pushes it up to reveal the lacy panties underneath. His eyes darken with raw, male hunger before he growls and drops to his knees in front of me.

“I think it's time for my dessert.” He growls again, and then I feel him sucking and licking me through my panties ravenously.

It's so raw and filthy and dirty that my legs shake as my head falls back on the table.

I turn my head to the right and spot another vase of those mysterious blue roses sitting in the middle of the table. I stare at their unique color as he yanks my panties to the side, and then his hot tongue is on my naked flesh where no one has ever seen me before—much less kissed me.

My body tenses. I know I should fight, but as he laves me from slit to clit, tingles shoot throughout my entire body, rendering me immobile as pleasure snaps along every nerve ending.

Moisture slickens my folds, and I feel his finger pressing up into me. I whimper at the invasion.

“Tell me,” he snarls against me. “Has anyone ever brought this sweet cunt to orgasm?”

“Yes,” I lie stubbornly, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s stealing my first anything.

He chuckles, “Liar.”

How the fuck does he always know when I'm lying? How can he possibly know that no one has ever gone down on me before?

As if he can read my silent thoughts, he answers, “I know everything about you, Nora. Everything,” he growls before his mouth is on me again, masterfully licking and sucking me.

Something is building deep inside me, and I stare at the blue roses as it does. I hone in on the petals and imagine myself opening up and flowering just like them.

The petals tremble in my mind before they burst open, and I scream out as a white-hot release hits me, making my vision blurry so that all I see is shades of blue in my mind as my unfocused eyes still linger on the dark blue roses.

My mind short circuits, and I forget that this man is my kidnapper. I forget that I hate him as I lift my hips up and ride out my release on his stiffened tongue.

He snarls, and his hands wrap around my upper thighs and lift me higher into his mouth. He sucks and slurps on me greedily, the sound hungry. It’s so filthy, the way he handles me, but fuck if it doesn't turn me on even more and send more ripples rushing through me.

When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is gleaming with my wetness. My face colors as shame washes over me.

He moves over me until I can feel the huge bulge in his pants pressing right against my naked center. His lips are so close to mine that they almost brush them, and I smell myself on his breath as he whispers, “Sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I'm going to enjoy making you purr, little kitten.”

ChapterNine

I layawake in bed long after Gabriel brought me back here and wordlessly tucked me in like a doting father.

He hasn't spoken a word to me since he flayed me open by eating me out on his kitchen table and calling me the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

A thousand emotions are roiling through me, most prominently shame and guilt.

How could I let myself be seduced by my captor? I didn't even put up a fight once he had his mouth in between my legs. No, instead, I lifted my hips up to him, like a wanton whore.

But would it have mattered if I fought him? He's so much bigger than me. He could hold me down if he wanted to.

But would he have stopped if I put up a fight? Is he going to force me to do things that I don't want to do? He claimed that he wasn't going to do anything to me that I didn't want. And so far, he's proved himself right because once he started kissing me in that most forbidden of places, God help me, but I did want it.

I didn't fight him, and I think that's what sickens me most of all. The man threatened my sister. He kidnapped me. And yet here I am letting him spread my legs and enjoying it. That seems like the worst crime of all—to enjoy it.

I hate him for making me enjoy it. I hate myself even more for my weakness.

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