Page 5 of Knot Enough
“Move and I’ll cut a pound of your flesh,” he promised. I froze. His words caused my heart to drop into my stomach, and I sucked my gut in. He folded the bottom of the burlap until it was level with my nose. Something wet and soft pressed against my lips.
“If you put that in my mouth, I’ll bite it off.”
“I’d like for you to try. Fucking do it,” he mocked.
As if to mock me further, it slapped against my cheek, and I turned away.Did he just hit me with it?He grabbed my jaw, and two fingers forced their way past my lips, opening my mouth.His tip replaced his fingers as he fed me his cock. I thrashed against his thighs, but his grip was punishing, and I could barely move. My jaw was stretched to a point of pain as he thrust deeper into my mouth.
“Use teeth, bitch,” he spat. “I like that shit.” His voice was heavy with arousal.
I had no doubt he meant it. His tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. He groaned, and his legs tightened against my waist. He withdrew and thrust into my mouth again. I choked before he pulled out, and a string of saliva ran down my chin. He slid into my mouth repeatedly, and it felt like my throat was being stretched beyond its limits.
I can’t fucking breathe. He’s choking me to death with his cock!
“Gods, you suck at this.” He taunted and clicked his tongue. “A whore who can’t give head?”
I clenched my fists at his harsh words. His thrusts picked up, and I tried not to swallow, but when he stilled, I had no choice. My throat constricted, and it hurt. He hissed, and his movements turned harsh. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my chest grew tight. This was the first time I’d ever had someone in my mouth, and I gagged every other thrust. He wasn’t pulling out completely, and I couldn’t breathe.
“You haven’t even taken it all,” he sneered. I bared my teeth down on his length, and he groaned, proving hedidlike it.
His hips rocked as he continued filling me. Alarm bells were going off with every second I couldn’t inhale. My neck strained, and my lungs screamed for air.
The car rocked back and forth, and his grip on my wrists was so painful I knew they’d bruise. I was trapped, unable to break free.Breathe. I needed to breathe.
As if he heard my plea, he yanked his cock out, allowing me to breathe.
“You can’t even make me come,” he clicked his tongue and slapped me with his wet cock. The saliva and precum made his shaft feel cold against my cheek. “I’ll make you my fuck toy, and only when you’re begging for my cock . . . Will I break you!” He promised.
THREE
The little monster made me lose control.Seconds. I was seconds from blowing my load down her throat. If I wasn’t careful, she’d ensnare me. It grated on my nerves that in minutes, she had affected me, turning my intentions on their heels. Slowly, I eased on the brakes. My head jerked to the side as the incessant need to fuck shit up called to me.
Not fucking now.
I drummed harder on the wheel as I waited for the motion detector on the black gate to sense the vehicle. Eventually, it opened, and I pushed on the gas. Pulling on my lip ring, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her throat felt as she choked on my cock. She had every right to be scared. The way her chin trembled when I told her I’d break her was the icing on the cake.
The guys would lose it once they realized I’d found her. My body buzzed with excitement at the memory of her pleas. I wanted to hear her screams while I took her. Fucking her hadn’t been part of the plan, but plans changed. Now, I wanted to look into her eyes as I fucked her. I’d use her to wet my dick.
Trees passed in a blur as I headed up the driveway. I’ve dreamed of this moment every day for the last two months.Tracking her down hadn’t been easy. As soon as I had her in sight, I stalked her. Miss Popular was always surrounded by people; getting her alone was difficult. Shehadto have company or be riding someone’s cock, and after what I’d seen, I knew exactly what kind of woman she was. She was only appeased when she was bent in half or knotted.
Driving around the fountain, I parked right in front of the stairwell that led up to the front door. Two statues framed the entrance–a lion and a snake.
After hopping out, I wrenched the door open to find the little omega laid out like a lamb for the slaughter. My brow furrowed as my gaze trailed down her body. The ugliest shoe I’d ever seen was on her foot, and the other bare. Turning, she exposed her slim neck. Her pulse fluttered at the base, mimicking the throb in my pants. I readjusted myself as the image of the collar around her throat made my mouth water.
Oak’s broken cries filled my ears, ripping the tear-stained cheeks and cum away. We hadn’t marked Kim, but I felt her loss regardless.
The need for revenge kept me up at night. Finally, sixty-two fucking days later, I’d done it. I reached over and grabbed the bitch. Throwing her over my shoulder, I closed the door and walked around the car. As I headed up the stairs, the massive three-story mansion came into view. We chose this place because it was isolated. We had intended to raise a family, but that had gone up in smoke. Her ghost haunted us still.
The omega bitch had taken everything from us.
And I was going to return the favor.
My gaze locked on a figure leaning against the wall when I reached the top. His brown hair was the complete opposite of how I left it this morning–brushed back neatly, and he’d changed into a crisp suit. Perfectly put together, you wouldn’t know my marks littered his body. I’ve known the Beta since wewere kids. Oak’s calculating hazel eyes tried to read me. Noting my excitement, his brow arched before landing on the woman. His eyes flashed with worry, and then he pushed off the building.
“What did you do?” Oak asked as I brushed past him. I pushed the door open, walking past the sitting room and down the hall. The sound of his shoes clacked against the freshly mopped floors as he followed. Natural light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I didn’t stop until I was at the door that would lead me down to where we’d house our little monster. Turning the knob, I pushed it open. She whimpered as we made our descent into darkness.
“Are you not going to tell me who this is?” Oak called from behind me. He was irritated, but I liked him riled up. His anger thrummed through our bond, so I continued without so much as a glance over my shoulder.
When we reached the bottom, we walked down the stone hall before I kicked the cell door open. The sound of her heart beating erratically was music to my ears. I threw her, and she grunted when her body connected with the cold, hard floor. Oak cursed behind me, and I didn't need to see him to know he flinched. He had a soft spot for the weaker sex.
