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“Fuuuuck yeah!” He snarls. “Suck my dick like the bad girl you want to be.”
He still manages to activate my gag reflex even when he’s not fully inside. That's how thick and magnificent his dick is. Tied up in this position, I’m shamefully at his mercy and ready for whatever perversion he wants to explore.
This unruly fascination tingles like kindling, spreading from my core to the swollen ache in my sex. I inhale through my nose in staggered intervals at every chance I get, aware of the saliva pouring from the corners of my mouth.
The fact this is the first dick I’ve practically eaten doesn't matter. Or the fact I’m clueless on how to truly satisfy a man is irrelevant. I’m powerless to react other than keep my jaw lax to allow his in-and-out motion while blinking in the ferocious sight of him punishing my mouth for misbehaving.
As if locking me in this sunless dungeon wasn’t enough, he wants to imprint his DNA on my lost soul too. It’s not in my nature to surrender or give in, especially to a man. Reno had taught me better than that. Despite myself, that's all I want to do when Giovanni commands it.
“My dick looks good in your beautiful face.” He continues to ram in, his balls walloping my chin as he picks up the pace. “You’re a perfect little whore, aren’t you?”
In the darkness surrounding us both, he pins me with a controlled intensity, his gaze void of remorse for this wild awakening.
But he doesn’t stare at me with the malevolent eyes of a predator who’d keep me in a dark room for the rest of my life. Rather, he sucks in his lower lip and inhales a tattered breath when I gag, my stomach convulsing. He’s into this and if my instincts are right, he’s about to explode.
Rather than pull away, the trapped breath in his lungs rushes out in a gust and he lowers his arms, sliding his hand between the bars. Harsh fingers dive into my hair.
“Anytime you leave Blackwater, you’ll behave yourself, comprendes?” he growls, fisting the hair close to my scalp and locking me onto his dick. “But when you walk back through the front door…” Suddenly, he pulls out and a blast of air fills my starved lungs. “You will be a dirty little whore forme.”
He pushes in again as far as the bars will allow and stops thrusting so the length of him lies waiting in my throat. I’m panting through my nose and blinking up at the eyes locked on mine. I’m on fire. My heart is jumping in my chest.
Tingles crest in waves. The uncontrollable perversion is a thrill more enslaving than anything I’ve ever known.
“I’d warned you not to tempt me, India. Well, this is the man you thought you could handle.” He starts to breathe faster and faster, his nostrils flaring.
My emotions are electrified. This shouldn’t spark my blood cells with sinful energy, nor should his feral grunts of satisfaction make me feel alive.
Reno would be pissed and André––Christ––what would he say if he found out? Would he even care?
I feel all of Giovanni, not just the dick filling my throat, but the intense reverberation of his dark lust pouring into me.
From his vantage point, Giovanni studies my wide, teary eyes and soaked chin. His muscles turn rigid and an unbearable need to come burns through my body.
“How does it feel?” he asks on a tattered breath.
He increases the intensity when I hum; his hips butting into the ever-present bars and then pulls out to let me suck in a lungful of oxygen. I tell myself this surrender is a warrior’s tactic for survival. And once he sets me free, I’d run from Blackwater and never look back.
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t get far. Knowing the magnitude of the Souza empire in Colombia, he’d easily find me, as would André.
But that’s never going to happen, because deep down inside of me, I know this act of submission is something far more inexplicable. Something I could never tell a single soul.
An eternal secret that will forever be mine.
Right when my clit pounds like a drum, a wad of saltiness bursts inside my throat causing me to retch on its impact. He inches back a little to pull out and viciously chokes the length of his weeping dick in a tight fist, ejecting warm cum onto my face while I swallow and furiously pant for air.
It lands next to my mouth and clings to my cheek, branding my skin.
I blink wildly when he lowers before me, scoops it off, and shoves three cum covered fingers into my mouth. It’s cruelly seductive how he’s facing me at eye level on the other side of the bars of my cell, gently manipulating my mouth.
“Such a pretty little whore.” He licks his lips, his chest still heaving in the aftermath. “You enjoyed having my dick in your throat, didn’t you?”
I’m painfully aware of how unsettled I’ve become. How Ineedmore.
Pinching my chin, he holds me under a spell. “This is exactly where bad girls belong. On their knees covered in cum.” His edgy voice rumbles in his chest. “And guess what?”
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