Page 18 of Blood
I’m going with starving.
He’s chewing his own bite of noodles as he watches me. “You know,” he says conversationally, “I can make it feel good, too.”
I almost choke on my next bite.
His eyes are still fixed on me. They darken as he speaks. “It hurts when it’s forced, doesn’t it? Maybe you’d rather have it sweet and slow. I can make it feel good for you. Make you come, over and over.” He reaches for his drink and casually takes a sip. “Or maybe you want it hard. Maybe you’d like me to hold you down and make you take every inch, over and over again.”
My mouth hangs open. Who the fuck can talk like this over a meal? I look down at my plate, but it’s now lost its appeal. I squeeze my thighs together under the table, needing to put some pressure on my throbbing clit.
When I look back up at Wolf, he’s staring at me with a hungry expression.
My pussy clenches.
He winks. “Behave, little rabbit.”
14
Asher
Ifrownasmycall goes straight to voicemail.Answer your goddamn phone, Everleigh.
It’s been three days now. And there’s still no information. Everleigh went into that building and just fucking vanished.
It’s making it hard to enjoy this blowjob. I put the phone down next to me on my couch and try to concentrate.
The brunette kneeling at my feet is doing an admirable job, but everything else that’s going on makes me need to hurt someone. She’s not the one I want to hurt, but she’s the only one in my apartment with me, so she’ll have to do. It won’t be the first time. I’ve had plenty of practice at using a surrogate when the person I want to hurt—or fuck—isn’t available.
I grab her ponytail and rise to my feet, wrapping her long hair around my hand to get a better grip. She winces when I pull her hair, but she adjusts herself on her knees to my height, then takes me deeper in her mouth. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
I use her ponytail as a handle to slam her face onto my cock, shoving it deep into her throat. When she has a frantic look in her eyes, the whites going red, I pull back, just enough for her to breathe, then repeat the cycle.
I want to let her choke on my dick for real. That’d be the ultimate power trip, wouldn’t it? Letting a bitch suffocate on your cock because it was just too fucking big to leave her room to breathe.
Like a good slut, she takes me deeper. I groan as her throat grips me.
The tears streaming down her cheeks are what really bring me joy, the thing that lets me come even though she’s not the one I want. I watch them as I grunt my release, holding her in place so she has no choice but to swallow every drop of my seed as she struggles for air.
When I finally release her, she gasps.
She slumps to the ground but looks up at me. “Thank you, sir,” she manages.
I wave a hand, dismissing her. I don’t have the time, or interest, to engage more with her. I got what I needed, and she can get out now. There’s only one girl I really want, and it’s not this slut.
I turn away as I adjust my pants and buckle my belt. I pick up my phone, dialing the same number again. It goes straight to voicemail.
The phone is obviously off. I don’t know why I keep trying. I’ve tried to ping the location, too, without success. Who just turns their phone off?
Someone who wants to disappear, I suppose. But why would she be trying to vanish? She doesn’t have the resources to pull off a stunt like that, anyway. There’s something else going on.
The girl scurries out the door just as I hurl my phone at the wall. It hits with a crack that should be fucking satisfying, but nothing is doing it for me today.
Dante walks through the door, his eyes lingering on the ass of the slut that just left. He watches her retreating form for a minute before he turns them to me. “Any updates?”
I shake my head, curling my hands into fists. “Nothing. Fucking nothing.”
He rubs his chin as he saunters across the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He stands there for a moment, looking out over the city skyline. Dante has the same view I have from his penthouse, both of us enjoying the power trip of looking down on the world. Right now the sun is high in the sky and the harsh light is streaming in, but closing the curtains would change this apartment with a Godlike view to a cave, and I’m above that.
“This was your job, Asher. You promised this would go as planned. You have a lot riding on this, and you’re in a tenuous position right now. From where I’m standing, this has turned into one big goddamn mess.” He shifts to glance back at me. “The Kings don’t tolerate messes. Clean it the fuck up. All of it.”
