All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,42

were anyone else, I’d be panicking but I know Atticus Crawford, the Crow of Mounts Bay, better than I know any other man. He might have lied to me but I’ve always known who he is at his core.

I’m safe with him.

Too fucking safe, too protected, too far removed from the real world by his obsessive need to keep me breathing.

I don’t want safe anymore.

He sees it too, finally looks into my eyes and sees the real shift that’s happened between us. I think that scares him a little. I think he was always so sure of me and that bubble that both he and Ash put me in that he never really thought through what would happen if I wanted out.

I tip my head back slowly to stare him down.

His restraint just disappears, as if the tether holding it to him was cut. Now, I’m faced with nothing but the beast who hides in the luxurious suits. His hand finally moves away from my neck to clamp down on my shoulder and push me to my knees.

I refuse to let myself think about the state of my dress on this dirty floor.

He reaches for the zip of his pants slowly, like he’s waiting for me to punch him in the dick and run off screaming, “Is this want you want, Avery? I thought you didn’t kneel for anyone?”

I roll my eyes and hope he can see it. “Either do it or let go of me, Atticus, I have a gala to attend.”

He unzips and frees his cock, stroking his hand up and down right in front of my face.

I swallow roughly, deep breath, this is only what I’ve desperately wanted from him since I was old enough to know what the hell a blow job was. Now I just have to make sure it’s the best damn blow job of his life so he’ll never be able to have anyone else touch what’s mine.

“I’ll be gentle if you’re scared.”

I scoff at him but his words cut a little too close to home. “This isn’t the first dick I’ve sucked, Crawford, like I’d be scared of you.”

His eyes turn to slits, a hand clamps over my face and tilting my head back until he can look into my eyes as he fists his dick again, slapping it against my cheek. I look up at him and the cold steely gray of his eyes cuts into my soul.

I still want him.

Just as bad as I’ve always wanted him.

I guess I’m going to be doomed to be in love with a man who can’t give me what I want, no matter how hard I try to plead with him to accept who I am.

At least I’ll give him up knowing what he tastes like.

I open my mouth for him, my pussy drenched as he groans and moves his hand to cup my chin as he guides himself between my lips.

I suck him down until he moves his hand away and lets me do what I want. I push further and further until he’s hitting the back of my throat, sucking and humming until he grunts and starts to move his hips subconsciously, driving his cock into me until I’m wet at the thought of him driving into my pussy the same way.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck. Off.” Atticus snarls as I push at his hips, just enough that his cock pops out of my mouth and I can breathe.

My eyes slide over to the door, the sounds of the other guests talking out there a distraction. I don’t want anyone walking in and seeing me like this, down on my knees at Atticus’ feet, his zipper down and his dick still wet from my mouth.

I swallow but the voices get louder, and when I hear Luca’s voice join the mix, I try to stand up only for Atticus’ hand to clamp down on my shoulder.

“The door is unlocked.” I snap, but his mouth stretches into a smirk.

“Do you want it or not?”

He’s calling my bluff.

He still thinks I’m going to stand up and bitch him out, slap him and storm out of here so that he can go back to pretending that ignoring me is for my own safety.

Well he’s not expecting me to stand up and he’s definitely not expecting me to lean back on the wall behind me, slipping a hand into the high slit of my dress and dipping two fingers into my own pussy. My eyelids drop