Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,68
hurt him. I want to watch him burn. And so what if I’m the reason for his demise?
I’m doing exactly what he tried to do.
I’m saving myself. Everyone else be damned.
“Good, you’re awake.”
My breath catches, and my heart stumbles at the sound of his raspy voice floating near my ear. My body remains stiff as a board, and I will my heart to slow its incessant pounding. Saint’s grip around my body tightens, and he rolls me over onto my back, his muscular form hovering above me.
In this position, it’s hard not to admire his ruggedly handsome features. How can a man, as beautiful as he is, be capable of such evil and despicable acts? I search his gaze, sifting through the dark depths, trying to find answers. It’s an impossible task. He’s perfected the art of keeping his secrets close, his eyes giving nothing away.
“Now that you’ve had a whole night to think about your father’s affairs, we’re going to try something different this morning. Another way to get the answers I need, while training you on what I like.”
A crease forms between my brows and I frown up at him, not following. Slowly, like gasoline on a fire, a smirk spreads across his handsome face. It has fear skating down my spine. My breath catches, eyes glued to his, as he makes his way down my body. The muscles in his arms bulge, jumping with each slow, predatorial movement.
That frown I’m wearing and the confusion I feel only worsen when he rests near my feet, close to the foot of the bed. When I least expect it, he encloses his rough palm around my ankles and yanks my body around, toward the edge of the bed.
A surprised yelp rips from my chest as he positions me with my head hanging off the side of the bed, and I’m left staring up at him, upside down. All the blood rushes to my head, and my pulse pounds wildly. The staccato is deafening.
Saint positions himself before me, his thick thighs nearly straddling my face. He stares down at me with heat burning his gaze. Reaching out, he gently cups the side of my face, tracing my jawline with the pads of his fingers.
“Now, Tesoro, you’re going to take me in your pretty little mouth. All of me. I want you to show me what you can do with these plump cherry lips.” He roughly swipes his thumb across my bottom lip, and I try to ignore the zing of electricity that shoots straight to my core. “I’m going to ask you questions, and if I don’t like the answers you provide, it’s going to get very rough and very hard for you to breathe, understand?”
When I don’t respond, his hand shoots out and wraps around my throat in a painful vise. All it would take is a little more pressure and he’d crush my windpipe. “And if you even think about biting me, I will snap your fucking neck. Nod if you understand.”
I nod jerkily in response, his form swimming before me from lack of oxygen. He lets go, while simultaneously tapping my lips, telling me to open. I suck in a lungful of air, watching as he frees himself from the confines of his black boxers. My eyes widen and my heart pounds against my chest, doing its best to break free. Warmth pools in my stomach as I watch him stroke his thick cock from root to tip. I’ve seen plenty of diagrams on what a penis should look like, but, in person, it’s hard to label Saint’s as anything other than huge. His tip is swollen and glistening, and idly, I wonder what he might taste like.
I don’t need to wait long.
Saint presses the head of his cock against my lips, and almost on instinct, I take him in my mouth, letting my jaw adjust to his size.
He hisses and his fist tightens in my hair, making me wince. “Put those teeth away, Tesoro.”
I nod, following his instructions, and allow his velvety length to glide over my tongue. He tastes like saltwater and something musky, though I can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
“Good girl, that’s more like it,” he praises, rocking his hips forward and backward. It’s a gentle motion, though still, my jaw aches to accommodate his size and I have to actively try not to panic when his tip nears the back of my throat.