“My nose hurts like hell,” he complains.
At his unexpected comment, I glance at his face, having to tilt my head back since he’s seven or eight inches taller than me.
“I’ll leave and delete the videos, after you apologize.”
My back teeth grind together in outrage. I want to refuse, but I also want this son of a bitch out of my apartment as soon as possible. I never want to see him again. I snap, “I’m sorry I threw the phone at your nose.”
“You’re not sorry you hurt me, though, are you?”
“No.”
“And that apology wasn’t even close to convincing. Besides, I didn’t say I wanted a verbal apology…”
“Wh-what…”
“Get on your knees.”
“No fucking way!”
“Get on your knees, and apologize with your mouth, Kirsten, or I’ll send these videos right now.” When I don’t move, he smugly adds, “What’s the big deal, sweetheart? It’s not like you haven’t done it before. And trust me, I know just how much you enjoyed it the first time. I tasted every drop of your enjoyment. It was literally dripping from you before I touched you.”
My face flames even hotter in shame, wishing I could take the night back and never had gone to that goddamn club. If Natalie knew it was a setup, she’s going to regret it. “I hate you, you manipulative son of a bitch,” I grit out.
“Good. Now hate me on your knees while choking on my dick.” Holding his phone in one hand, he places the other on the top of my head and applies pressure, trying to push me down to the floor.
I hold his gaze, and he now looks just as furious as I feel for some damn reason. And not the least bit intimidated by the gun still pressed to his sternum.
“You don’t think I’ll shoot you?”
“If you were going to shoot me, you would’ve pulled the trigger by now.”
The cocky asshole. I should do it, blow a hole right through the damn tiger and dragon tattoo on his chest.
But…I can’t.
I can’t put my mouth on him again either. I won’t!
When I continue to hesitate, he lifts the phone in his hands, taps a few times on the device, and then fills the room with the sounds of my screams of pleasure, making me wince. “I wonder how much of this they’ll actually be able to show on all the news stations. My guess is not much, just enough for everyone to know you’re a dirty little slut.”
My palm flies up, connecting with the side of his bearded face before I even realize what I’m doing. Ferraro doesn’t even gasp in shock or look surprised. Instead, he grins and looks…happy.
“I was going to give you the option of pulling off before I finish, but now…now you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum.” The palm on the top of my head grabs a handful of my hair and painfully tugs it from my scalp, making me cry out. Leaning down into my face, he snarls, “Kneel. Now, Kirsten.”
Hearing my name, my knees wobble with enough fear that he’s able to push me down to the floor. A warmth grows inside me at the command in his voice, the dominance of his grip. Ihate him even more for that than I do for blackmailing me and making me do this.
“If you even think about using your teeth, I’ll send the videos to Creed and Andre,” he warns above me as his fingers move over the phone in his free hand, obviously drafting the text message.
I couldn’t put a bullet in him, so I know I won’t be able to take a chunk out of his dick with my teeth, as much as I wish I could.
Using the painful grip on my hair, he tugs my face forward so that his shaft rams into my nose, no doubt as punishment for me hitting his nose with his phone.
“Open wide,” he orders. “Put the gun down and use both hands. Do it right the first time and I’ll leave. If not, I’ll stay until your belly is full of my cum, and you can take all of me like a retired fucking whore.”
I swallow at the thought of having to do this for hours. The shame is enough now that I wish I’d die right here on the floor.
But my survival instincts kick in. Placing my gun next to me, I reach up to wrap both hands around his long shaft, squeezing tight enough to make him gasp but not enough to hurt the bastard. After all, he’s not wrong. I’ve done this once before already. Willingly. Eagerly. I… enjoyed it when I thought he was a sexy stranger who felt me up at the security check and then saved my life.
For a few minutes, I can pretend we’re back at the club, and I haven’t seen his face yet or heard his name.
