He pulls out, allowing me a single breath before pinching my nose and plunging right back in again. He moans out loud, the sound vaguely familiar, before the jet of seed is deposited, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head because I can feel. All. Of. It.
Every drop, the entire endless stream, coats the back of my throat in a thick, sloppy mess, and the depravity of it all is enough to push me over the edge.
Right then, he whispers, “Swallow and throb.”
My pussy contracts uncontrollably, the orgasm overwhelming as I begin to choke on the mixture of cum and absolute ruin. The ruining of me.
Because nothing, no touch, no cock, no fucking man could ever get close to giving me this kind of ungodly pleasure… until now.
Holy fuck.
Finally, he pulls out, and I’m left completely and utterly wasted, like a rag doll ready to surrender to his every whim.
The buzzing in my ass ceases. The pillory is lifted, and my body instantly collapses, but he catches me before I do. He picks me up and carries me to a couch in his strong arms, laying me down gently as if this is my place now. My place in endless ecstasy, falling so hard I can barely breathe even though my lungs and throat are free from his grip.
My soul … it’s my soul he’s chained to his.
His fingers slide down my face so gently that it makes me pause, and he pulls up his balaclava one last time to press the gentlest of kisses onto my lips. And it actually makes my heart flutter.
What the—
“When you’re ready, feel free to return to the party.” He zips back up and pulls up the balaclava again. “Oh, and keep that plug right there. Until next time.” He gently tugs at it to remindme of its existence before tapping me on the ass and walking off. “I’m off to plot a murder.”
After the door closes, I can hear a piece of clothing drop on the floor.
Then there’s nothing but silence.
For a while, I just lay there in the darkness, thinking about all the ways I’ve destroyed myself.
All for the sake of a revenge I don’t even know I will ever have.
But one thing stood out most of all.
I bring my fingers to my lips, which still tingle from his ravenous ways.
That kiss felt like it … meant something.
Noise downstairs makes me sit up straight and listen. Things are being thrown around, crashing into walls.
BANG!
That was definitely a gun.
I jump up from the sofa, tug down my dress, and race toward the door, not giving a shit that I still have a plug in my ass and that someone might notice.
Because if that gunshot was real, a fight has definitely broken out, and I’m pretty sure it involves my brother.
CHAPTER 30
Apollo
I’m just pouringmyself a drink after having the time of my life, when the ruckus near the front door catches my attention. A crowd gathers in the hall, and I take a sip, preparing for the worst.
But when Silas motherfucking Rivera, along with his buddies Max and Heath, and a dozen other Skull and Serpent Society fuckers burst through the crowd, I’m on high alert. He shoves people aside and pulls out a gun, shooting into the ceiling.
BANG!
The crowd disperses, and chaos ensues near the entry halls.
