Page 87 of Sticks & Serpents

My pulse pounded in response, a drumbeat echoing in my ears. I should have shoved his hand away, told him to stop. I should have remembered the way he had left me hanging after our last confrontation—the pain of abandonment still fresh in my mind. But I didn’t pull away.

Instead, I felt myself leaning into him slightly, an involuntary reaction that betrayed my better judgment. His fingers continued their exploration, brushing against the fabric of my dress as if testing boundaries that had long since blurred.

The air inside the car crackled with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts raced—what was happening? This wasn’t supposed to be how things went between us anymore. He was chaos incarnate; I knew that better than anyone.

But right then, at that moment, it felt like I was teetering on the edge of something dangerously exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

“Why do you always do this?” I asked softly, almost to myself.

“Do what?” he replied casually, still focused on driving but now glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

I took a shaky breath as I tried to collect my thoughts. “Play these games.”

He laughed lightly—a sound that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket before sending chills through my body. “You know you love it.”

He turned his head slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a dangerous intensity. “You’re mine, Holly. You’ve always been mine. And you will make it up to me, like the good little lamb you are."

The tension snapped. Before I could think, my hands moved on their own, undoing his belt buckle with swift precision. His cock sprang free, already hard and thick, veins pulsing beneath the skin. The sight of it sent a jolt of heat through my core.

I leaned over, taking him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length. He groaned against my lips; the sound vibrating through me as I sucked him deeper. The car jerked slightly under his unsteady control, and he cursed under his breath.

“You’re going to make me wreck this fucking car,” he growled, his voice rough and strained.

His fingers knotted in my hair, pulling tight enough to sting but grounding me in the moment.

I gasped, my lips tingling as Damien’s fingers tightened in my hair, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes flickered between the road and me, a wild, predatory glint in them.

“Then focus on the road,” I managed to whisper, my voice shaky yet laced with defiance.

His smirk deepened, and I leaned back down, taking him into my mouth once more. The taste of him filled me as I slid my lips over his length, sucking him deeper. His groan was low and rough, vibrating through me as I moved.

“Fuck, Holly,” he growled, his grip tightening. “You love this, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me.”

I couldn’t respond verbally; my mouth was otherwise occupied. But the way my body responded to his words—my pulse racing, heat pooling in my core—gave him all the confirmation he needed.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Taking my dick so well. Do you like it when I talk to you like this?”

I hummed in response; the vibration making him hiss through his teeth. I increased my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I moved faster.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

His words spurred me on, and I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around him. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking slightly despite his attempt to keep the car steady.

“You’re gonna make me lose control,” he muttered, half-laughing but full of tension.

I didn’t let up, driven by the mix of power and submission that coursed through me. His breath hitched, and I could feel him getting closer, his muscles tensing beneath my hands.

“Fuck,” he rasped out again. “You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?”

His words sent a shiver through me as I nodded slightly in agreement.

“Good girl,” he whispered harshly. “My good little lamb.”

With one final groan, he climaxed in my mouth. His release was hot and sudden, and I swallowed every bit of it as he rode out his pleasure.

He let out a shaky breath as he came down from the high, fingers loosening their grip on my hair but not letting go entirely.

I sat up slowly, wiping the corner of my lip with the back of my hand, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. The rush of adrenaline still pulsed through me, a reminder of the wildness that had just transpired between us. Damien exhaled heavily beside me, his thumb dragging over my lower lip with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine.

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