Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,309

forces it a little, ripping his shirt, slicing his own flesh.

“Stop.” There’s a quiver in my voice. I try to pull my hand away, but he won’t let me.

“Is that my notch?” he asks when he looks back up at me, holding my gaze as he relieves me of my weapon. I hear the clank of it when it hits the far wall. Before I can step back, his hand closes around my throat and he leans me backward over his desk, the angle painful.

One of my hands wraps around his forearm while the other one grips the edge of the desk to keep him from breaking my back.

“Do you know what would happen to you if you’d succeeded just now? What did I explain earlier?”

I know what he’s talking about. That if he didn’t do this, didn’t take me, then his brother would or his brother after that.

“Let me go,” I say.

His eyes are dark, black in the light, and I watch as he touches his wound with his fingers before bringing them to my thigh and smearing blood upward, pushing my underwear aside to rub it on my pussy, rub it inside me.

“You’re always wet for me,” he says before switching his grip to the back of my neck and kissing me hard, as hard as he’s rubbing me. He breaks the kiss and watches me, and I hear him undo his jeans. He steps backward and pushed me to my knees.

I know what he wants.

He collects a fistful of my hair and grins. “Open up. I’m going to teach that big mouth a lesson.”

I look up at him, try to pull back, but I can’t.

He draws me up a little, painfully by my hair, and brings his face to mine. “If you bite, I’ll whip you until I open your back, understand?” He squeezes that fistful of hair when I don’t answer. “Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes!”

“That’s a good Willow Girl. Now keep your eyes on mine, and open wide.”

He doesn’t even give me a minute to do it but pinches my nose closed, forcing my mouth open.

His cock is thick, hard, and ready. Precum tastes salty on my tongue as he moves me the way he wants, shallow at first, taking his time, watching me take him.

“First time?”

I don’t say anything. I can’t speak.

“Suck,” he says as he pushes in deeper, and I do. I suck on his cock as he feeds it to me, deeper and deeper, tears forming at the corners of my eyes either from his hand fisting my hair too hard or from being choked on his cock. My voice, any words, are gargled as he hits the back of my throat and holds there for a moment, letting out a deep moan.

I push on his thighs and he pulls out a little, shallow again, pumping in and out slowly, going deeper; then, when I choke, shallow again.

“I like you like this, you know that? On your knees and quiet.” He almost smiles. “Ready?”

Ready? Ready for what?

He forces my head forward, thrusting in to my throat.

I dig my fingers into his thighs and cry out, but the sound is muffled as he fucks my face, watching me as he takes me harder and harder until, finally, he stills inside me.

I feel the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat and feel it slide down as the next one comes. I watch his face, and I hate that I can’t look away, hate that he’s so beautiful, hate that I want him even when I should hate him.

When he’s emptied, he drops to his knees, breathing hard, smiling a little. He’s still got hold of me, but he’s not hurting anymore.

With his other hand, he pushes the hair that’s stuck to the sheen of sweat on my forehead back.

He just looks at me for a minute before kissing me, kissing my mouth that tastes like him, that’s just had him inside, that’s just swallowed everything he gave me.

And when he slides one hand into my panties and rubs my clit, I kiss him back, and I come. I come on his fingers, in the palm of his hand, and I’m pulling him to me when I should be pushing him away.

Wanting him when I should be hating him.

Chapter Eleven

SEBASTIAN

I’m up earlier than usual the next morning. Helena is fast asleep beside me, her arms hugged into her chest between us, forehead pressed against my shoulder.

It’s funny, no matter how far from me