Page 68 of Stolen

“Yes,” I muttered, my confidence slipping down my center to crumble at his feet.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, open for me.”

On shaky knees, I parted my lips wide enough to allow his cock to slip inside, hot flesh spreading over my tongue. A groan escaped his mouth as his body relaxed slightly, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back. Fighting the urge to rebel, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft before sucking at his head, tasting the salty drops of pre-cum that were already beginning to seep from the tip.

“Fuck, that’s it, princess,” he praised, his encouragement absolutely worthless to me.

Up and down, my head bobbed as my mouth sucked and teased, enticing him to come as quickly as possible so I could just get this done and over with. But I was a moron if I thought I was controlling any of this because the moment I showed a single ounce of vigor to inspire his release, he held me fast to prevent any further movement. He then took command of the pace to slide his length in and out until he was the one officially fucking my mouth.

Faster and harder, he slammed into the back of my throat, thrusting with such force he was beginning to compromise my oxygen supply. Thankfully catching on, he pulled out for only a second to allow me a single gasp of air before thrusting back on.

“Fuck, you are full of surprises, huh,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

A harsh growl was my only warning before hot jets of cum shot into the back of my throat, making me swallow quickly. But with my ongoing battle for air supply, I somehow managed to inhale some of his cum as it continued to pour out. Once his spasms passed and his length began to soften in my mouth, he pulled out and practically shoved me to the floor. I coughed involuntarily as my lungs rejected the bodily fluids invading them, turning away from him to regain some composure.

“Told you I’d give you something to choke on.” He snickered, then released a heavy breath and relaxed back into his chair. “At least we know your mouth is useful after all.”

I scowled at him from the floor but softened it quickly when his face grew dark. He stared at me for a while from the chair as the slight hint of a smirk hid in the corners of his mouth. I stayed where I was, a huddled mess on the floor, too afraid to move for fear of setting him off. I just wanted to curl into a ball and hide myself from his burning gaze, but I stayed put.

“You know, your family misses you terribly,” he said to me, waiting intently for my reaction. “They were on the news earlier today.”

My heart stopped and my stomach dropped to my legs at the thought of him watching my family, likely begging for my safe return. My jaw tensed as I realized they were unknowingly taunting him, challenging his control, which would only serve to make things worse for me.Fuck.

But the fact that he was bringing my family up at all was a clear test of my self-control, a cruel form of provocation, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not this time.

“Kind of pathetic, really,” he continued. “Just like you right now.”

The fuck did he just say?

Bitch, don’t fall for it. Stay strong.

I released the breath I had been holding and did my best to stay calm, but I wanted to fuck him up so badly. Instead, I concentrated on his still bruised eye and face, and a small twinge of joy flowed through me as I reflected on my elbow making the contact.

“Have you even considered the fact that they will likely never know what happened to you?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands. “Unresolved questions like that can have a much bigger impact than you might imagine. It can destroy lives, entire families.”

No, I hadn’t considered that because I fully planned to return to them. But he didn’t need to know that.

Unable to take his stare anymore, I very slowly pulled my knees to my chest. My eyes never left his, afraid he might snap. I kept my hands firmly planted on the carpet at my sides and waited.

“But some people move on. They accept the loss and let go. How long do you think it’ll take some of your friends to move on? Or do you think Jordan will go insane waiting for you too?”

I didn’t know what suddenly came over me—if it was the adrenaline, the butterflies, or the fact that I was so numb I didn’t know how to function. But when it dawned on me that he had taken the time out of his day to research me, to study my friends and family, I couldn’t stop the smart-ass smile that formed on my face. The fact that he was still obviously goading me into fighting him was enough motivation to turn it around on him.

“Finding something amusing?” he asked.

“Yeah, you,” I almost giggled, shaking my head.

He raised an unamused brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah…you’re trying so hard to provoke me right now. And it’s just not working anymore.”

His stare hardened in warning, the darkness in those eyes promising me all the nightmares I feared most. But I was such a stupid, stubborn little bitch.

“Nowthat’spathetic.”

His hand instantly struck out for my throat, grasped it tightly, and pulled me to him as he remained seated in his chair. My hands clasped around his wrist as I fought for grounding.

“Maybe I should pay Jordan a visit then, and the two of you can enjoy your captivity together. Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

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