Page 123 of Reckoning

He lets out a low chuckle, taking my hand and he wraps it around his dick.

“Go on then, Little Devil. You’re so eager to make these big bold statements, but you know you have to back it up with action.”

“Tell me how you like it.” I whisper. I’ve never touched a man, not willingly. It wasn’t like Otto or any of his cronies every paid that much heed to foreplay. The closest I got was having their dicks down my throat.

But this, this is so different. I want to do this right, I want Koen to enjoy this, I want him to realise how much I want this. How much I like pleasuring him.

He grunts, tightening his grip and starts moving it up and down, showing me the exact speed that he wants.

His skin is so soft, velvety, it contrasts to much with the hardness of the rest of him.

As I work away he groans more, rocking his hips, only it feels like he’s still holding back, like he’s still trying to restrain himself.

I let out a huff, and without thinking I shift, lowering my mouth and slide him over my lips.

The effect is instantaneous. That caged up beast seems to erupt. He growls, grabbing my hair. And he’s thrusting, sliding his dick in and out, faster and faster.

“Is this what you want?” He groans. “Me to fuck this pretty little mouth?”

I can feel my drool slipping down my chin.

I murmur back. Finally he’s behaving the way I expected. The way I need. He’s hitting the back of my throat so hard I almost choke. But he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow, he just keeps going. It’s like he’s waited so long for this moment that now he can’t hold back.

“I’m going to come down your throat, Little Devil.” He says. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”

I look up, meeting his gaze, begging him with me eyes.

My hand reaches up and I fondle his balls, tease them.

“Fuck,” He groans. “You’re so fucking perfect, taking my cock like a good girl.”

I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t look away. I want this moment seared into my memories forever.

He holds my gaze, gripping my head, staring at me as his come pours down my throat.

As he slides himself out, I lick my lips, and then quickly wipe the drool.

“Such a good girl.” He says, pulling me back up, letting me curl contentedly into his arms.

Koen

She fell asleep in my arms. Right where she belongs.

And I lay there, watching her, unable to switch off the whirling thoughts in my head.

When I left this morning I wasn’t sure if she did know something, I wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a notion I’d come up with to try to explain everything, but after what she revealed tonight, that that man tortured her, that he’d been there, with her father first and now - it’s too convenient.

I don’t want to press her. I don’t want to push her.

I saw enough on the videos and hell, my imagination can fill in enough of the gaps to understand why her mind has blanked it all out. In many ways it is better if she doesn’t remember, it’s easier for her that way.

But her remembering might just save her arse.

No, I will be there, I will save her if that’s what it comes to. I’ll kill every damned person in this city, I’ll fucking annihilate them all if that’s what it takes.

She murmurs, rolling slightly, shifting like she needs to get more comfortable. I can see those burn marks on her arm, the way someone put out dozens of cigarettes on her skin for the sheer fun of it.

The next man I take, the next we capture will suffer the same treatment. I’ll cover his skin with burns. I’ll sear her name into his flesh over and over. And hopefully my Little Devil will be watching the entire time. Truly understanding the justice I’m delivering.

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