I don’t flinch. I don’t cower.
I burn.
I love it. I want more. From him. Yes, only him.
But he shoves three fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips wide, forcing my jaw open until I gag. My eyes blur with tears.
He watches me choke, breathing hard, jaw flexing as he uses my mouth like a toy.
When he pulls his fingers out, spit strings from my lips, and he chuckles, low and dark.
“Pathetic, little pig of mine. You’re learning though, aren’t you?” he whispers, running his thumb over my sore cheek. “Learning what it means to be mine.”
Ilovehis praise. I want more. I open my mouth wide and stretch out my tongue.
A smirk plays on his lips, but it’s as if he’s amused rather than impressed.
“You think you’re worthy? After what you pulled?”
I nod, desperate.
Because Ilovehim.
Because Ineedthis.
His expression darkens, eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck, I’ve corrupted you so well,” he murmurs. “You were soft. Innocent. Now look at you. Cuffed. Bruised. On your knees. Begging for my cock.”
I say softly, “Only yours, though.”
“Is that so? Okay, Piggy. Because you won’t be able to squeal when I am done with you — or walk.”
“I won’t?”
His smile is pure sin.
And I know what’s coming next will wreck me. Ruin me.
And I can’t wait.
Chapter 32
Charlotte
Grayson glares down at me like I’m an inconvenience. A problem he rather discard than fix.
“Please,” I whisper and open my mouth once more, ready for him.
His eyes narrow. “Well look at that, the pig learns.” He pinches my bottom lip, squeezing until it stings. “Then first, we need to clean this lying little hole. I’ll train it, too.”
“Clean?” I squeak.
He grabs the bar of soap.
“Andnevertalk back.”
The soap fills my mouth. The bitter floral taste floods my tongue. My top teeth bite into the wax, gritty and cold. My eyes water.
