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sure about that?” Trailing a finger up his stomach, I lean in. “You sure you don’t want to force me on my knees?” I lick the shell of his ear. “Make the wicked princess suck you off.”

When I was fourteen, I paid Bradly Benson one-hundred dollars to teach me how to give a good blowjob.

He’d recently come out as gay, so I figured he was the best person to ask.

And he was.

He was also the best person to practice my lessons on.

Therefore, I’m capable of doing things to Stone that will make his head spin and his toes curl.

Poor, sweet Stone looks like he’s fighting an internal battle with himself.

It would almost be comical if it wasn’t so serious.

“Come on, Stone.” I palm his growing cock through his jeans. “Stop being a good boy and teach me a lesson.”

I’m fully expecting him to turn me down, but to my surprise he grunts, “Get on your knees.”

That’s two for two tonight.

Only this one is way worse.

Because it’s Stone DaSilva.

The younger brother of the most vile piece of shit on the planet.

Humiliation colors my cheeks as I sink down to my knees and he lowers his zipper.

This was a terrible idea.

But it’s too late, because I’ve already agreed and he’s pulling out his dick.

To Stone’s credit, it’s marginally bigger than the fake baby cock I photoshopped onto pictures of him back when he attended Royal Hearts Academy.

I open my mouth, then pause.

My second thoughts about doing this are enough to make my insides churn.

Stone must sense this because he says, “Forget it. I don’t want you doing something you don’t—”

I take him into my mouth as far as I can.

I need that video.

He punches the side of the car with his fist as I gag myself on his cock. “Fuck.”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

That said, I can’t deny the sick sense of pleasure I feel at having him at my mercy like this.

I might be the one on my knees, but it’s obvious he’s not the one in control.

I am.

His face strains as I deep throat him again, trying my hardest to figure out where he put his phone since he’s no longer holding it.

He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bianca.”

I know.

Placing both of his hands on the back of my head, I start feeling around his pockets.

Low, gruff noises tear out of him as he fucks my face. “Shit.”

My heart beats faster. Every inch of him is hard and tight with arousal, ready to explode at any moment.

Focus, Bianca.

Disappointment hits like a brick to the head as I search his first pocket and come up empty.

I take him deeper, sucking him hard and fast as I dig my fingers into his ass.

Jackpot.

I snatch his phone out of his back pocket at the same time a thick stream of liquid fills my mouth.

Standing up, I wipe the corner of my mouth.

Then I spit his cum in his face. “Wow. That didn’t take long at all.”

Anger mixed with disgust tightens his features as he lifts his shirt and wipes off his face.

I take the opportunity to hightail it to the docks, running as fast as I can.

The second I’m near the water, I throw his phone.

I hear his footsteps behind me, but it’s already sinking to the bottom.

Mission accomplished.

“You’re too late,” I inform him.

“And you’re seventeen,” he sneers.

I have no idea what my age has to do with anything.

I spin around to face him. “What’s your point?”

“You could have called the police and had me arrested. Or called your brothers and had them take care of me.” He takes a step closer. “But you didn’t…you gave me head instead.” I hate the cocky smirk on his face. “Which means you wanted to suck my dick, Bianca Covington.”

Jesus. The audacity.

“No, I did—”

I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence because he pushes me into the water.

Chapter 17

“Morgan,” I all but squeak as she starts unbuttoning my shirt.

It’s clear the old me had no problem using her, but this Bianca?

She’s not really feeling this.

She also doesn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, gently pushing her away. “But I…everything is just so…” I gesture between us. “I can’t do this.”

Her face falls. “Oh.”

“It’s not you,” I quickly say. “It’s me. Ever since the accident, I haven’t really been myself.”

Ain’t that the truth.

“Right,” Morgan says. “I didn’t mean to…I was just so excited to see you.” She picks up my crutches and hands them to me. “How are you?”

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