Page 119 of Frozen Hearts
Grayson already delivered this warning, and yet… the way Royce says it. It doesn’t sound like it’s a warning. It sounds more like a promise.
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“On your knees.”
As soon as Royce and I stepped into the house, Grayson barked at me to get upstairs and undress while the three of them lazily followed behind, beers in hand and hungry eyes devouring every inch of skin as I exposed it.
Heavy rock music pumps through the speakers, entirely at odds with the sultry songs from Lux, adding a rough and dirty edge to the atmosphere.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m still keyed up from the club, but the second we entered the room, I knew tonight would be different. No more dancing around a pole and lap dances. The games were being amped up, and I’m not entirely sure if I’m turned on or terrified.
Blinking, I stare into Grayson’s cold, dark eyes, and the defiance I’ve been giving him since I walked through the door flickers. He only smirks like the arrogant asshole he is and quirks a brow when I hesitate to obey his orders.
I grit my teeth, glaring to let him know I’m imagining his death in a thousand painful ways as I, reluctantly, lower myself to my knees in front of Royce. It was one thing to stare at one another across an emotionally charged room. Another for him to mention the others watching while I suck him off when his erection was pressed against my stomach and my brain wasn’t capable of thinking straight.
But this… this is so out of my wheelhouse.
I’ve never done anything like this. Never even given a guy head before.
I’m not sure I recognize the woman I’ve become.
The girl who enrolled at Halston for the sole reason of winning custody of her daughter is long gone. While that still remains the ultimate goal, somewhere along the way, each of these men has pried open different layers of the shell I was encased in, and with each crack in my armor, I’ve discovered a part of myself I never knew existed.
It’s intoxicating and terrifying, too much and not enough all rolled into one. I no longer know who I am, but I think I like who I’m becoming. Grayson brought me here to tear me down, to break me, to destroy what his father didn’t, but the opposite is happening.
Instead of growing weaker, I can feel myself becoming stronger.
Every time Logan looks at me with those soft, impassioned eyes.
Every time Royce challenges me.
Every time Grayson tries to break me.
So despite the nerves wracking my body as Royce steps in front of me, his large body towering over mine and blocking my view of Grayson, I acknowledge and accept the simmering coil of desire that unfurls deep in my core and meet his haughty gaze with a steadfast one of my own.
He takes his sweet time unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zip. Reaching into his boxers, he pulls out his dick, and any confidence I was feeling shrivels up and dies.
Holy fuck, that thing is humongous.There is no way it is fitting inside my mouth. I’ll suffocate. I absolutely refuse to have ‘asphyxiation by giant cock’ written as my cause of death.
To make matters worse, there’s a metal ball poking out the top and bottom of his shaft, right below the head, making it look even more intimidating.
He chuckles darkly as I stare bug-eyed at the giant, pierced snake bobbing inches from my face. “Open up, Babydoll.”
It takes a massive amount of effort for me to relax my jaw and drop it open. It’s only the flash of pure desire that darkens his blue irises that reassures me as he trails the tip of his cock along my lips, leaving a smear of precum before he threads his soft head past my lips.
“That’s it, take my cock like a good little slut.”
I close my eyes as my cheeks flush with heat. I definitely shouldn’t find that erotic. Perhaps it’s becausehealways called me a good girl, but hearing the opposite has pleasure pooling in my panties as his hand comes to rest on the back of my head, pushing me down further until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.
His fingers press into the back of my skull and he groans as I work my jaw, trying to accommodate him. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
He pulls back, and I suck in a deep lungful of air before he slams back into me, blocking my airway once more.
“Swirl your tongue around me.”
I blink, and the gathered tears overflow, blurring my vision before they roll down my cheek. I try to do as he wants, but when my teeth accidentally graze along the delicate skin of his shaft, causing him to hiss, I freeze, expecting some sort of blowback.
Instead, his cock jerks and his hand cups my cheek before he brushes away the tears. I blink furiously, clearing my vision to find him staring down at me with an odd expression on his face that I can't quite place, as he continues to use my mouth like it's his own personal cock warmer.
