Page 90 of The Vigilant

I came with a roar, my cock jerking wildly in my hold, splashing the tile wall with thick ropes of cum. The whole time I came, I felt her finger in my asshole, tethering me to her in a waythat was so fucking insane and erotic I swore the earth tipped and shook under me.

“Fuck.” I wasn’t sure how many times the word left my mouth, but it was enough that it started to sound foreign on my tongue.

Only when I started to catch my breath did I feel her slip her finger free, my body shuddering at the sensation.

Reality pieced itself together with each passing second. The pleasure oozing through my blood turned into something needier—something hungrier. Something that wanted to both punish and pleasure her for what she’d just done.Something that wouldn’t be sated until I knew the truth…and the taste of her cunt.

“You shouldn’t have done that, little wasp,” I said between big breaths.

“No, I definitely should have.”

I made a sound that landed somewhere between a laugh and a groan. She had no fucking clue what was in store for her.No fucking clue.

My head dropped back as though I were about to send up either a plea for restraint or a prayer for forgiveness. I wished I were. But I was so fucking beyond that, I realized now. The barriers that kept me from her shattered in the split second when she’d barged into the bedroom and put herself in the assassin’s crosshairs. At that moment, a switch had flipped inside me.

It had turned from off-limits to mine.

Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to possess.

I turned the water off, letting the last drop have a chance to fall before I slowly turned and faced her.

The satisfied smile on her face disappeared when her gaze landed on my waist.

Size was one thing. Hardware was another.

It was a simple story. A silly dare. All of us were to get piercings, and as the oldest, the one who was “getting up there,” the joke was I should get a ladder. So, I sat and got six bars pierced through the frenum of my cock…and it wasn’t a joke anymore.

“You’re not the only one with piercings, little wasp,” I told her, staring at her pierced tits that were hard as fuck under her shirt.

“I see that.” She tried to swallow, and my dick twitched, imagining her trying to swallow around me. “Do they hurt?”

“When I’m around you.” The confession tore from my chest.Everything fucking hurt when I was around her.

Her tongue slid over her bottom lip like she wanted to taste my pain, knowing how closely it was tied to my desire. I hissed, taking my semi-hard cock back in my hand, positioning the head toward her.

“Now, get on your knees and lick me clean, little wasp,” I ordered, soaking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. “You disobeyed me. Time to clean up the mess you made.”

Her eyes flashed, instinctive defiance always her first response. A trauma response. One she was so afraid to let go of…except with me.

Sutton lowered onto her knees, her gaze holding mine as though we were still at eye level. Never would I mistake that her submission to me meant she was weak.

“Lick.”

My cock twitched as she tipped forward and then started to thicken when the pink tip of her tongue slid out and flicked over the tip.

I shuddered at the hot spear of pleasure.

“You can do better than that,” I growled, and she smiled in return.

This time, she tongued around all of me, making my heart hammer double-time in my chest. For a second, I lost myself in the sight of her, her dark hair layered like a blanket of midnight over her shoulders. Her dusky blue eyes locked on mine, searching for me—for more. And her mouth wide. Her pink lips spread as her tongue laved over the fat tip of my cock.

I was so locked on the sight, I didn’t realize what she was going to do until her lips closed over my head and sucked. Hard.

“Fuck,” I hissed and jerked my hips back, my cock popping from her mouth with an audible loss. I reached out and gripped her chin, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m going to punish you, little wasp, but not like that.” Her brows lifted. “The way I want to fuck your throat, I’ll wind up breaking your pretty teeth if you put me in your mouth like that again.”

Her breath caught.

“You understand?” I applied pressure.

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