Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“If you prefer, I could have gone with my first option and hired a group of men to tie you to a bed and fuck every hole and cover you in come while I take photos. Would that be more to your liking, princess?”
That had never been an option, but seeing my own reprehensible guilt reflected back in her innocent, heartbroken eyes was becoming too much for me.
She sniffed as she hugged her arms around her middle. “Instead, you are forcing me to take part in my own destruction.”
“Yes, I suppose I am.” I could have denied it, but what was the point? “Now smile for the camera.”
She didn’t smile but it was okay. She didn’t have to. The camera saw enough.
“Take the tentacle and cradle it between your tits.”
Olivia downed the rest of her champagne in a single gulp.
She didn’t look at me while she followed my order, placing the giant toy between her breasts. I called her name a few times, but she refused to look at me or the camera.
“Olivia, look at me,” I ordered.
“No.”
She stubbornly looked at the floor.
I clenched my jaw as I tried to control my temper.
She was being a brat again, so I would just have to treat her like one. It was time I gave her a lesson in what her mouth was really good for.
Spoiler, it wasn’t for talking back.
“This is such a nice camera,” I said. “It even has a great video feature.”
She lowered her head, letting her hair obscure her face. “Please, Marksen, don’t you have enough?”
“I’ll tell you when it is enough.” I unhooked the camera from the tripod and switched it to video mode.
Stalking closer, I knelt on the floor in front of her and set the camera just to my side, within easy reach. “Take out my cock, princess.”
Refusing to look up, her hands shook as she reached for my zipper.
I laced my fingers into the hair at the back of her skull and pulled so she would be forced to stare straight into the camera lens as she sucked. I placed the tip of my cock in front of her closed lips.
“Open your mouth.”
CHAPTER 22
MARKSEN
Olivia had no choice but to obey.
After she opened those smeared, pretty red lips, I traced her bottom lip with the head of my cock, coating it with my precum.
Her tongue darted out like she was curious to taste me, then disappeared back into her mouth as if she regretted the impulsive act.
“You know what I want you to do, princess,” I said, giving her hair a tug.
“I really don’t.” A dark blush tinted her cheeks as she desperately averted her gaze, trying to look anywhere but at my shaft. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Just put your mouth on my dick and suck.”
She flinched at my crude language, before hesitantly opening her lips wider and tilting her head forward until my cockhead slipped inside her warm, wet mouth.
Her mouth was almost as good as her pussy. She was timid, shy almost, reminding me how innocent my babygirl was still.
This wasn’t the plan.
I was never supposed to be in the pictures or any video.
No part of my body or my voice, nothing that could prove I was the one that did this.
There was just supposed to be one sign that I was a part of this, nothing that could link me in the eyes of anyone other than Luc and Lucian Manwarring.
Just the necklace reminding her father and brother that this was my doing.
I had their little princess, and I was making her my whore.
That was the plan.
It was a solid plan.
Then she had to look so fucking perfect.
She was so sweet, so pure, I had to touch her.
After watching the way she’d licked that stupid tentacle, I knew I needed to feel her lips on my shaft.
She did not disappoint.
I closed my eyes for a moment and lost myself in the hot velvety warmth of her mouth pulling at my cock.
“Fuck, good girl,” I groaned as I pushed into her mouth a little deeper, picking up the camera, grateful for the LCD screen allowing me to film while watching the way she struggled. I pulled on her hair, tilting her chin up just enough that I could watch her eyes as she was forced to take my cock deeper down her throat.
I pressed in a few more inches.
She started to fight me as she gagged on my cock. Her fingernails dug into the tops of my thighs, her shoulders shaking as she choked. I kept a tight grip on her hair, refusing to let her pull back.
Her throat tightened around my shaft as she struggled harder.
Finally, showing a small amount of mercy, I let her lean back and take her first gasp of oxygen.
The camera caught a line of saliva from the tip of my cock to her lip, and if that wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever seen. My balls tightened with the anticipation of painting her face with my come.