“Master…” She blushed profusely, and I found it erratically arousing.
“You’ve had my cock in your mouth too many damn times to not be able to say the word to me, pet.”
“Well, you can say it for the both of us.” She beamed, looking fucking radiant. “Can that be my punishment? Please…”
“You know how much I love it when you beg me.”
“Is that yes?”
“It’s not a no.” Before I could change my mind, I ordered, “Take off my shirt.”
The surprised expression on her face was enough to drive any sane man crazy.
I wasn’t sane.
Normal.
I was a fucking sociopath, and don’t think for one second I wasn’t or that I wasn’t aware of it. On the contrary, I’d embraced it long ago. It was the only way I could survive in this seedy world. I took the good with the bad—though, there was more bad than good.
She was good.
Juliet was pure.
Innocent.
Naive.
She was the complete opposite of me, and part of her allure was that I corrupted the angel in my darkness. In my dungeon. In my hell. I had no fucking problem in doing so. I wasn’t alone anymore—I had her.
With the devil on my side, I’d keep her forever.
Like a fallen angel sinning over and over again, I’d keep her.
Her fingers slowly raised toward the first button on my dress shirt, and little by little, she unbuttoned each one until it was fully opened and ready for her touch. Her eyes widened at the expanse of skin like she couldn’t drink in enough of me. God, it was addicting, a sin I’d commit endlessly, making her fall for the villain, making her need me.
“Where do you want to touch me, pet?” Anticipation coursed through me like a shot of adrenaline; had I ever wanted anything more? No. Never.
Her gaze shifted toward my chest, and the first place she wanted the palm of her hand to touch was right over my godforsaken heart.
No one had touched me there except for my mother, always saying that as long as my heart was still beating, she could go on.
“How do you do that?” She gave me an awestruck expression.
“Do what?” I replied above a murmur, getting lost in the still of her eyes.
“Keep your heartbeat steady like that. How do you always stay calm in situations that cause you distress?”
I wanted to tell her she should know, knowing who her family was, what her past was. Instead, I was blatantly honest. “It’s how I stay alive in a world that wants me dead.”
“Does that include Troy?”
“I don’t want to talk about him right now,” I said quickly.
She was the first to break our trancelike state. Leaning in, she softly, tortuously kissed along my heart, letting her lips linger for a couple of seconds before she glided them down toward my stomach until she was on her knees.
Willingly.
In front of me.
Her stare asked if she could undo my belt and slacks, and I nodded. Carefully, she undid them both, and my cock stood at attention for her.
I wanted to see how far she would take this. How brave she’d be in a moment when I seemed so weak.
I didn’t do gentle.
Soft.
I was rough in everything I did, especially fucking.
Once my dick was in her face, she licked from the head, down the shaft, and back up again. I groaned, feeling vulnerable that I was giving her all the control. I didn’t do that either. This was a first for me, and I wasn’t quite sure if it would be the last either.
I was torn.
Hard as hell.
Waiting for her to do as she pleased. This punishment was more for me than it was for her; that much was sure.
“Donovan,” I heard her whisper, deep throating my cock again.
She knew what I liked; however, she was giving me what I wanted so achingly slow that my balls felt like they were about to explode.
It was so real.
So true.
So consuming.
She was right there with me.
If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. Not now, not ever. I felt her hand start to work me over as if she was making love to me with her mouth.
Up and down.
Twisting and turning.
In and out.
I was in her mouth and hands.
“Juliet, you’re such a good girl. You’re such a lovely pet,” I praised, resisting the urge to grip onto the back of her head and thrust my dick to the furthest part of her throat.
Hard.
Eager.
Fast.
I stirred, focusing on how fucking breathtaking she looked, on her knees, serving me…
Her Master.
For now and forever. Never to be parted…
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Donovan
“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
She moaned, vibrating my core with her mouth still wrapped around as much as she could take of my dick. Usually, I made her take all of me. She didn’t have much of a gag reflex, and that was always a good trait to have, not that it mattered because, at the end of the day, she’d learn to take me.
Her eyes held so much emotion. Her sincere expression was almost hard to follow. I had always been so in tune with what her eyes shared with me, and at that moment, all I could see was love.
Devotion.
Sincerity.
My heart ached at the sight of her. So fucking submissive. Subservient. Wanting to only please me with whatever she could, in any way she could. There was no confusion on her behalf, and it was wreaking havoc on the pieces that were still left of me. I could physically feel her love, and it was an emotion I wanted to keep forever. Feeling it so much more than I could have ever imagined. Almost like I could touch it.
Smell it.
Bathe myself in it.
Like a final baptism, linking us together forever.
“Donovan, stop thinking.” She lifted her hand to touch over my heart again.
This time it was beating faster.
Urgent.
Demanding.
Beating a mile a minute for only her. My control was gone. I wasn’t sure if I’d given it over to her or if she’d just stolen it like a thief in the night—did it matter anyway? It was hers. I was hers. Always. Forever. Hers.
“Just feel me. Be here with me, just me and you,” she whispered, sensing my apprehension.
I watched, caressing the side of her cheek with the back of my fingers as we stared into each other’s eyes, seeing our truth, our tainted love, reflected back at us.
I wouldn’t come.
I couldn’t.
Not when she was being this delicate with me, but I didn’t stop her from trying. I could tell her mouth was becoming sore, tender, and it was enough to drive me over the edge, knowing I was causing her distress.
Pain and pleasure, they went hand in hand for me.
I growled, shooting my seed to the back of her throat, and she didn’t hesitate in swallowing every last drop of my come.
“Good girl.”
Smiling, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “We’re not finished.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded.
“I’m taking orders from you now?”
“Maybe. How does it feel?”
“Terrifying. Better hurry, pet. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to play this game with you.”