Page 47 of Bartered Innocence

I clench my jaw, staring at him. His demand makes me more determined to keep it from him, especially considering we spoke about him.

He waits for a moment and then his eyebrows raise. “You have two options. You open this mouth to suck my cock, or start talking.” His thumb rubs against my bottom lip.

A laugh nearly escapes, knowing he won’t force me to do anything, but I find it funny he thinks I won’t do it to stay silent. My gaze never leaves his as I slowly slide down the wall and onto my knees.

He sucks in a sharp breath as I reach forward, undo his belt, and unzip his jeans.

“Isabelle…”

My hand slips inside his boxer briefs, wrapping around his hardening cock, and pulling him out. He has such a beautiful cock, it’s actually unfair because what isn’t perfect about him? Besides blackmailing me to be his wife. I stroke his thick length, my core heating at his reaction to my touch. Him being turned on so much shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.It does so much. Leaning forward, I lick the ridge of his tip, swirling around the entire edge as Rian grunts.

“Look at me,” he demands.

My eyes flick up to his, he’s leaning on his forearms against the wall, his head hung down as he watches me.

“Have you done this before?”

I shake my head, then open my mouth and slide down a few inches. He lets out a hiss as some of my teeth scrape him, and while this is my first time, I know that’s not supposed to happen. I open wider, trying to adjust as I bob up and down a few times, and Rian blows out a breath.

“Isabelle, suck me.”

His hips thrust forward, only a little bit as if he’s seeking my mouth when I pull back. I lick around his tip, stroking up and down his shaft as I pant for air.

“You have to breathe through your nose, baby.” The gentleness of his voice makes me shiver.

“Don’t push too far. I have a terrible gag reflex.”

He chuckles, biting down on his lip to hide his smile as I look up at him.

“Good to know. We go at your pace then.”

I don’t remind him that this is supposed to be a punishment for not divulging the conversation I had with his father. Instead, I keep eye contact as I stroke his cock before sucking the tip of him into my mouth. His eyes flutter, but he watches as I bob my head, trying to keep my lips pulled over my teeth while I glide up and down his length.

“Just like that, Isabelle.” His hoarse whisper has my thighs clenching, heat soaring straight to my core. I didn’t know I could get turned on by doing something like this to him, but I am. The tight cords of his neck as his head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut have my nipples hardening. I want to pleasure him more, make him lose control.

I squeeze around his base, tightening my hold as I stroke him and hesitantly slide my other hand to his balls, cupping them softly. His cock jerks and I pull off, startled. I blink up at him as he stares down at me, his chest rising and falling.

“Don’t be shy now. Keep playing with me.”

The desire deepening his voice has confidence surging through me. I suck him back in my mouth and cup the soft sack in my hand. I suck up and down his length, getting wet just from the sound of his ragged breathing.

“Look at me.” His plea is a breathless whisper.

My eyes catch his as I slide forward more, my stomach flexing as I fight off the gag reflex from him invading my throat. Rian’s lips are parted, his hooded stare dark with arousal.

“Swallow me.Please, Isabelle.”

My pussy clenches at his begging. I hadn’t expected him to ask, and there’s something incredibly sexy about it. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft as I work my mouth on him quicker, wanting to taste him.

“Fuck. So good.” He groans, and he rocks into me with a single gentle thrust. In the next second, his cock swells, and I suck him harder as it jerks. A hint of his salty essence splashes on my tongue before I swallow it down. His hand holds the back of my head, keeping me there as the last few pulses of his orgasm spill inside my mouth. When his cock starts to soften, he lets go and I pull back, licking my lips and blinking up at him as he tucks himself back into his pants.

The way he’s looking at me, like I’m his entire world, has my breath catching for a second. I forget why I’m on my knees to begin with. I forget that the reason I’m even in this house is because he blackmailed me. All I can focus on is that look, and how I want more of it, but also how much it frightens me. It scares me to my core because I think a part of me feels the same way, but I’ll be damned before I let that out of the cage I’ve locked it in.

Clearing my throat, I look away from him and stand. Rian doesn’t move out of the way and our chests brush, but I keep my attention on the floor. His fingers brush against my cheek and I inhale sharply.

“I need to help Deirdre prepare for dinner. Excuse me.” I scurry away from him, ignoring how much of a coward that makes me.

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