My pussy, on the other hand, did not agree. It pulsed at the loss of his touch. Luckily for me, I wasn’t ruled by needless urges.
“You’ll fight it, and you might even hold off for a bit, but you won’t be able to stop it.” His eyes rolled up to mine as his lips pressed against my hipbone. “Like it or not, you were meant to be owned.”
I never wanted to hurt anyone more than I did him. The bitter taste of wrath tainted my thoughts.
“I hate you.”
“I’m sure you do.” Preston dug his fingers into my thighs, forcing them apart. “But not as much as you’re about to hate yourself.”
That was all the warning I got before he bent down and clamped his mouth around my clit.
All logical thought fled as his tongue laved over me. Lust took over, drowning out the need for revenge. Nothing had ever felt this good. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving. My body begged for more while a voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to stop it.
I tried to fight it. Told myself I was better than this and jerked my hands. All that did was tighten the knot binding me, which sent a burning sensation down my arms, adding to the coil tightening in my core. Every muscle in my body tensed while beads of needy sweat trickled down my face.
I would not give in. I refused. Preston Whitley would not break me.
My head shook, denying the pleasure lighting up my nerves as I swallowed down every last moan. Sheer determination was the only asset I had.
“Be as stubborn as you want, Little Bird,” Preston’s breath warmed my delicate flesh as his tongue swirled around my opening. “One way or another, you’ll be screaming my name.”
“Never.” I ground out.
Then he pushed a finger inside my opening.
I snapped.
My back bowed off the bed as euphoria surged through my very soul. White hot blinding light took over my mind. I couldn’t see past it or even breathe. All I could do was ride the wave tearing through my body. It was an unbridled, intense pleasure, and I hated every second of it.
I hated the satisfaction pouring through me and the pattering in my chest almost as much as I hated myself. Because somewhere deep down, past the anger and loathing, I craved more.
“So much for never.”
Asshole.
I closed my eyes and focused on steadying my breath. “I didn’t say your name.”
Yes, he forced me to orgasm, but I wasn’t so delighted that I misheard the inhuman sound that came out of my mouth.
“No, but you did scream.” To add insult to injury, Preston gave me one last, long lick, causing my body to convulse.
“When I get out of here.”And I would get out of here.I rolled my eyes open and glared at him, “I’ll enjoy watching you take your last breath.”
Yes, I may have caused some misfortunes for a few deserving people, but I never enjoyed their end. That wasn’t my goal. I was teaching them a lesson. If they happened to die during that lesson, then that was on them. They shouldn’t have been shitty people. But Preston…him I’d take my time with, might even record it.
His next words caused my heart to stop.
“Is that what you told that frat boy before you drugged him?”
There were a few things that got my blood pumping. Most came with the challenge of the hunt or the tears, pain, and terror of others. But none of that got me as hard as the look Marnie gave me. Complete and utter shock. Now that was a great aphrodisiac.
“Y-you can’t…I didn’t….”
Every time her pink lips parted with a stutter, my dick twitched.
My Little Bird wasn’t so superior now, was she? I liked this raw version of the perfectly flawed person she pretended to be: mediocre grades, a mediocre family, and mediocre life. Marnie Dupire was anything but mediocre. Her secrets were the only place she lacked substance. Or was it pure arrogance? That shit was a motherfucker that would bite you in the ass.
“What’s wrong, Little Bird?” I grabbed her chin and twisted her head to stare right into those beautiful aqua orbs. “Don’t like it when someone can see past your mask of mediocrity?”
