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“No,” Colton says softly, pulling me another inch closer. “And you know it can’t be that simple.”

“Plea—”

“You want my help? Then prove you’re worth it.”

Dread fills my stomach. “How?”

He drags my hand up his thigh until my palm is centered over his cock, hard underneath his pants. “I know what that pretty little mouth of yours is capable of. You have until we get to my house to make me come.”

I glance out the car window, trying to figure out where we are. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“It’ll take fifteen minutes to get to my house if I go the speed limit.” He’s already unzipping his jeans. Dammit, he knows I can’t say no. “But I never do.”

“You’re anasshole.”

Colton shrugs, nonchalant, as if my literal life doesn’t depend on him right now. “Never argued otherwise. Better get to work, angel.”

As he puts the car into drive, I swallow down the string of insults he deserves and wet my lips. This is about survival, and despite my hatred for Colton, I really don’t want to die.

Jaw clenched, I pull his dick from his briefs. His skin is hot to the touch, and he’s fully hard, and… huge. Oh my god, so big. Thick and long and beautifully curved. This is the type of cock that would hit the perfect spot inside me—as long as Colton knows how to use it.

Doubtful, considering he’s a selfish motherfucker.

I realize my thighs are pressed together, and based on the smug look on Colton’s face, he noticed, too. That’s just the thing to send a fresh wave of disgust through me, and I roll my eyes at him.

He grabs my hair, and I yelp as he yanks me toward his crotch. His cock hits my face, and for a split second, I let myself fantasize about biting him.

“Open your mouth, you fucking slut.”

I do, wrapping my lips around the head of his dick. He shoves me down, forcing me to take more of him than I’m ready to, and I gag. Tears fill my eyes as he holds me there. When my body convulses violently and I choke again, he groans. Whether it’s because it feels good or because he loves watching me struggle, I’m not sure.

When Colton finally lets me up, I gasp for air, blinking back tears. He’s still gripping my hair while steering the car with the other hand, and I’m grateful I can’t see the odometer. I’d probably die on the spot from anxiety at how fast we’re going.

“Suck like your life depends on it, bitch, because it fucking does.”

That sends a shock of fear through me, so I immediately get back to work. If Colton were a better man, he’d help me whether I succeeded or not. But he’s taken pleasure in my suffering for years at this point.

I have to do this—and I know I can.

My first couple times sucking dick, it was in an attempt to desensitize myself to sex. Obviously, it didn’t work, but that’s all I ended up needing.

All I had to do was get in good with a couple campus security guys, and I was set. I don’t touch students—too messy, and I don’t need shitty rumors spreading around about me. The security guys know to keep their mouths shut if they want me to blow them. Idiot teenage boys? Yeah, not that smart.

It gives me some semblance of an income, and sometimes, it’s even satisfying. I don’t let myself think about that part too much. It’s just something I do to survive that I also happen to enjoy.

After everything Isaiah put me through, I never thought I’d like the feeling of being used. But every time a man uses my mouth to get himself off and then tosses forty bucks at me, I get off, too. Not in the literal sense—I’ve never let any man touch me like that besides Colton—but it soothes an ache in me that went unnoticed for years.

“Shit, you really are good at this.” Colton’s grip on my hair tightens as he takes a turn fast enough to throw me around. “But then again, I guess it’s from all the practice you’ve gotten, huh? Filthy slut.”

My nails dig into his thigh as I hold back my retort. I can’t fight back, and he knows it. Not if I want to survive tonight.

I focus on the tip of his cock for a moment, running my tongue along the sensitive underside. When I hear him trying to stifle a groan, I do it again. He wants to call me a slut? Fine. I’ll own that shit.

For the next few minutes, I stroke him up and down with my hand, my mouth following. The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth, and he swears under his breath. The next turn he makes is extra sharp, like he’s on the verge of losing control.

I try not to think about what that means for my safety.

Swirling my tongue, I suck as I move upward, feeling Colton shudder under my touch. I’ve done this enough times to know that he’s right on the edge, and I’m close to securing the best version of safety I can afford.

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