Page 17 of Vow of Revenge
“Suck my dick, little mouse, right now.” My voice reverberated through the silence, and it was only then that I realised the music had stopped. Flicking my eyes right, they met the digital display across the room which indicated that it was 2 a.m. in the morning.
That fucking tongue of hers poked free of her mouth and traced her lips, sending all sorts of dirty vibes my way. “I might need a shot first. My head is so fucked right now,” she whispered, scrambling off the couch, still wrapped in the blanket.
Freya waddled to the bar, stopping at the shot glasses. Lifting the sambuca bottle, she took a large mouthful, gulping loudly and blew a jet of air through her lips as it slid down her throat. Tilting her head, she took another swig, then another.
Slamming the bottle down, her fingers traced her lips, debating her next move. The blanket fell away from her shoulders, puddling at her ankles.
In that moment she was insanely exposed and perfectly fuckable. Her golden eyes glowed, watching as my knees widened and my hand fisted my hardness. Stepping away from her protective layer, she sashayed towards me, bewitching my soul with untold promises.
I was wrestling with her intentions – battling with my own desires.
Tonight, we’d been high, stoned, drunk, melting in emotions and unravelling my steadfast self-composure. Freya was the worst evil of all, she had something all the others didn’t have, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
My hands trembled, so I folded them behind my lower back and pushed out my chest with false bravado. I didn’t want him to see how nervous I’d become. We already had mind blowing sex, but I was coming down from the super high. My mind was swamped and fuzzy. Alcohol buzzed around my veins, and the need to be with this man sizzled in my core. I wanted to taste him, to have his big cock in my mouth, but I was scared as hell. I’d never sucked a guy off before. It just never came up – pardon the pun. All my previous sexual encounters, all three of them, were separate drink fuelled mishaps, causal one-night stands with meaningless men. None of them compared to Kaleb. They weren’t handsome like him, nor could they command my body like he did, with just one deep sultry growl. Those guys never had the gusto to help me reach a climax. It was my bad luck and their self-satisfaction. Each of them came quickly and rolled off, leaving me unfulfilled. So why in hell would I feel the need to dish out a blow job when they were done for the night with a grunt and sigh.
I reached Kaleb’s angry throbbing shaft. My mouth watered, and the knots in my stomach clenched. Kneeling between his powerful thighs, I debated telling him my truth, but I didn’t want him to know how inexperienced I was. This guy knew his way around my body like he owned a map, and I wasn’t sure if I could actually please him in return.
“What are you waiting for?” he growled. “Wrap your pretty little mouth around my dick.”
I low giggle bubbled up in my throat. Quaking fingers landed on his knees, making him suck in a breath of air from the icy grip. He must have caught the trepidation in my eyes, masked by false boldness because his back became rigid and his brow creased with a menacing line.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I… I’ve never given…” My words stuttered, sticking to the roof of my mouth.
In one forceful swoop his hand snatched the hair at my nape, twisting my head down to meet the hairs on his legs. The air left my lungs in a burst, then I sucked it back up when his fingers locked my head in place.
“Are you fucking serious, or is this just one of your games?” His tone hardened with a cruel edge.
My mouth was inches from the bulging veins in his erect cock, my cold fingertips pressed into his taut muscles and my head was held into position.
“It’s not a game,” I said through gritted teeth. I had no idea why he seemed so angry and defensive. There wasn’t hope in swivelling my neck to see the look on his face because my cheek was pressed down with such force.
“You’re a liar, just like the rest of them.” The thickness of his calm husky tone hinted disappointment and acceptance.
“I’m not lying,” I spat out as my head pushed upwards into his fisted hand. “Let go of my hair. I can’t suck you off if I can’t move an inch.”
His hand lifted, bringing my head with it and my torso quickly followed. Hot breath warmed my face as he dragged me closer to his mouth. “I don’t want you to suck me off now because I’m going to fuck your lying dirty mouth instead.” The malice injected in his words burned with a caustic hatred. My heart lurched when his hand left my hair and instantly reached for my arms. Cuffing my wrists tightly, he forced me back so my ass slammed onto the floor and my neck jarred.
“I’m not lying. Stop, Kaleb!” I screamed.
Panic seared my mounting rage. This luxurious room was the blazing fire pit of hell, and I just stirred the devil, after knowingly entering with my eyes wide open.
Sitting up on my shins, stingy tears pooled behind my eyes, but I wouldn’t give them permission to fall. I hadn’t cried since the day my neighbour broke the news that my mother was never coming back for me. That had been the worst day of my life. The tears only stopped days later when Cal put me on his knee and told me I had a sister who would never leave me, and a loving family who would always protect me. He’d kissed my cheek like the dotting father he then became and settled my misery to a bearable torment. Whereas, this guy was just a cock sure asshole trying to feel important.
Glaring up at his dark stormy eyes and tight lips, I began to gather my self-control. The softness exposed in his gaze earlier had vanished, replaced by a stern expression like he was dead inside.Who does he think he is?This asshole wanted to demoralise me, scare me or even take me like a cheap whore. No fucking way.
Kaleb rose to a standing predatory position. Hands shot to the hair snaking my shoulders. Winding the lengths around his palm, he clenched it tight in a fist hold. My neck jolted when a forceful jerk pulled my head closer to his groin. I sensed vibrating wrath with his every shallow breath. An unforgiving rage appeared from the electrified air between us. His mood had changed like a thunderstorm after a sunny day.
He was exerting his authority over my sluggish mind and spent body. The rush of adrenaline confused me but started to feed my own fight. I couldn’t understand why the clean fresh smell of his skin was causing a reluctant pleasurable swell between my thighs.
How could I even think about surrendering to his unyielding demands.
“Open your mouth before I shove my fingers inside and pry it open myself. You started this back at the club, little mouse. Don’t think for one minute that I believe you. I know your game. Don’t takemeas the fool in this scenario. You played a dangerous game tonight. You were the one who came back for more.” His voice strained. “Bet you thought you could win me over, let me fuck that tight pussy and pretend to be all sweet and innocent so I would come back begging for more? Huh?” His low chuckle was almost demonic. “You picked the wrong guy to fuck with, Freya. I’m not interested in a happy fucking ever after.”
My untamed temper ignited, rapidly spreading from my belly to my limbs, giving me the strength to take on this paranoid, delusional prick.
“I didn’t go back for you, you pompous, ignorant dickhead. I went back to find Syrah because someone mouth raped me and shoved a pill down my throat.” My fists balled preparing my ammunition, should I need to go to war. “You’re the one who popped a pill and brought me back to your fuck pad. Do you really think I’d be that desperate, or weak, to come scurrying back for more after tonight? You’re so far up your own ass that your brain is starved of oxygen.” At this point I wished I had long manicured talons like Syrah. Mine were stumpy short with just a clear gloss over the surface. “Now get your fucking hands off me!” I dragged them down his prickled skin. The instant reaction startled me. A quick, deep intake of air gave way to a juddered sigh that agitated the tiny hairs on my back as it landed.
Angling my head, his dark gaze met mine. A glimmer of sanity briefly passed over his face. “Show me what you were going to do. You are, after all, on your knees, ready to take it?”
