Chapter 11 Priest #2
And I love it. Every fucking second of it.
My pace quickens, my hips slamming against her face with enough force to rattle the entire table. I fuck her face like I own it. Like I own her. And in this moment, I do.
She’s mine. To fuck, to ruin, to destroy. Completely.
Her muffled screams vibrate around my cock, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. With a low groan, my grip on her hair tightens. I’m so close. So fucking close.
With a final, brutal thrust, I slam down her throat, burying myself completely. My cock swells, thick and throbbing, and I come, spilling straight down her throat with a guttural grunt.
Her body convulses beneath me, her chest heaving with silent sobs. But she can’t escape, not with my gun in her pussy and my cock filling her mouth.
Slowly, I slide out of her mouth and remove the gun. She collapses against the table, gasping, her lips swollen. My cum leaks from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin.
She turns her head, hiding her face behind a curtain of sweat-matted hair. Her tears burn against my hand as I grip her jaw and force her to look at me.
I should walk away. Leave her wrecked and defeated.
Instead—I snap.
I crawl onto the table, grip her face, and crush my mouth against hers. She tastes like blood and spit and me.
My cock hardens again.
I bite her bottom lip, tear it open. She jerks and I drive my tongue deeper, devouring every broken sound she tries to swallow.
But then—she snaps too.
Her teeth clamp down on my tongue. Hard enough to make blood fill my mouth. I rip back with a growl, hand flying to her throat. I squeeze, watching her eyes bulge as she thrashes under me, her heels slamming the table.
“You wanna play that game?” I tighten my grip until she starts to wheeze. “Fucking try me.”
What the hell was that?
I don’t fucking kiss. Ever.
My pulse is racing, but not from the fight. From the taste of her still on my tongue. From the way her lips opened under mine like she forgot who the fuck I am. I wipe the blood from my mouth, stare at her trembling body beneath me, and fight the urge to do it again.
This isn’t about her. It can’t be.
She’s nothing. Just a mouth. A hole.
So why the fuck did I kiss her?
“P—Priest…”
Fucking hell…my name on her tongue. So fucking pathetic. So fucking perfect.
Something cracks in me. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I hate it. And I crave it.
“Christ, kitten…”
What the hell is wrong with me?
I slam her back into the table, pinning every inch of her beneath me. My lips find her throat. I bite down, grinding my teeth against her skin until she whimpers. I don’t know if I want to kiss her again…or tear her apart.
Maybe both.
She squirms, her thighs parting wider, inviting me closer. The heat of her pussy burns between us, the thin fabric of her underwear doing little to hide the way she throbs against me.
“You like this, don’t you?” My teeth scrape her neck, and I bite down again. “You fucking need it.”
“No, fuck you, I don’t—” The defiance in her voice shatters into a gasp as I shove my thigh harder between her legs.
“You want me to put you in your fucking place?” I lean back just enough to look her in the eyes. They’re dark and wild, pupils blown wide. “That’s why you keep pushing me. You want me to ruin you. To make you feel like a filthy little slut. You want me to hurt you.”
She’s shaking her head, but her body’s already sold her out as she grinds against me.
“You liked it when I fucked your throat, shoved a gun in your cunt. When I made you gag on my cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You got wet. Fucking soaked while I used you.”
She doesn’t answer, just glares at me with hatred and need.
“A filthy little virgin, taking what she’s given. Grateful for every fucking second of it.”
“Shut up. I didn’t ask for—”
Her words cut off when my grip tightens, my fingers digging into her jaw.
“Behave, kitten. And maybe—maybe—I’ll let you come. Just the way I want you to. Just the way you fucking need to.”
I slowly drag my hand down her body. My fingers hook into the band of her underwear, and her breath hitches as I yank the fabric away, exposing her cunt. Sliding a finger through her slick folds, I groan when her arousal coats my skin.
“Fuck.” I bring my fingers to her lips, brushing them against her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you fucking want this. You’re drenched.”
Shoving my fingers into her mouth, I watch as she chokes on the taste of her own need. I release her, sitting up. She’s so small, so fragile, so fucking perfect to ruin.
I pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes roam my body, lingering on the tattoos that cover my chest and arms.
“I’m going to fuck you. Your tight cunt is going to be destroyed by me.” I position myself between her thighs, my cock hard and throbbing.
Bringing my hand to her pussy, I circle her clit. She gasps, her eyes closing, her head tilting back. Fuck, she’s responsive. Her hips ever so slightly grind against my hand. I trail my tongue up her neck and bite her ear, tugging on her lobe.
Finding her entrance, I press inside. Her pussy resists—so fucking tight. I push further, her hips arching off the table with a soft moan. I thrust in and out, feeling her walls grip me with each movement.
Fucking hell, I can’t wait to rip through her. Her blood covering my cock.
The thought makes me bite down on her neck as I thrust my finger harder into her tight, willing hole. My thumb circling her clit, her thighs tighten around my hand as she gets closer and closer to coming.
“Priest, fuck, I’m gonna—” Her words break off with a moan, her pussy gripping my finger.
I pull my hand away, leaving her on the edge, her hips jerking in frustration.
“You’re a fucking—” Before a smart-ass remark can escape, I grab her jaw and shove my thumb between her lips and press down on her tongue. Her eyes widen; she doesn’t pull away. As her tongue settles around my thumb, it begins to work at it, drawing a soft, reluctant suction.
“Is that what you needed? Something for your fucking mouth? You can't keep it shut, and now you’re sucking my thumb like a good little slut.”
I hold my thumb there, using her jaw to keep her still as I lean down, my tongue trailing along her neck. My finger begins pumping in her tight cunt again. I add another finger, her pathetic, perfect whimper vibrating against my thumb as I stretch her.
Her hips are rocking frantically as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, kitten.”
Her fight completely gone, she wants to fucking come. Needs it.
I slam a third finger into her, her pussy spasming as I roughly stretch her. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.
“It hurts, I can’t—” I pull my hand back and thrust into her, hard, her body arching off the table. I feel the resistance of her virginity, and a wicked smirk crosses my lips, but I fight the urge to rip her open with my fingers. I want that on my cock, her blood running over my balls.
“You’re going to be a good girl and fucking take it. Come for me.”
Her pussy clamps around my fingers, and the most perfect broken sound escapes her throat. But I don’t stop.
I don’t let her slow. Don’t let her breathe. I keep pumping into her, feeling her spasm and shake beneath me. I press my weight down, pinning her as she unravels, screaming around my thumb like a filthy fucking whore.
I pull my thumb from her mouth, her spit slick on her chin, trailing down to her throat.
My fingers slide out of her pussy, dripping, and I bring them to my lips. She watches as I lick them clean. Her taste hits the back of my throat like a drug.
Sweet. Angry. Fucking ruined.
“Open your mouth.”
Her brows knit, but I tighten my grip on her chin until she obeys, lips parting. I lean in and spit inside, watching it pool on her tongue before it slides down her throat.
“Good girl.”
And then I see it—the way her eyes half-lid, the faint shift of her hips. She likes it.
I fist my cock with slow strokes. Imagining what else I can make her take from me. What else I can make her want.
Her eyes widen—just barely—but I catch it. Her gaze dips to the thick length in my hand. I line myself up, letting the head of my cock brush low on her stomach.
Right beneath her navel.
Jesus. I’m going to split her in half.
My cock could fucking gut her.
“Look at that. It reaches past your belly button, kitten.”
She squirms. Or tries to.
“Your little cunt’s gonna cry around me.” I drag the head of my cock down her trembling stomach, between her ruined thighs. “I’m gonna feel every fucking inch of stretch. Gonna hear every sound you make when I shove it in raw.”
Her lip quivers, but her jaw sets.
Then she mutters, “I’m not one of your Sovereign Sluts you can just fuck and command.”
My hand stills. Slowly, I look down at her.
“What did you just say?”
She flinches—fuck, she knows she fucked up.
“Tell me, kitten…” I lean over her, bracing my weight on one arm while stroking my cock with the other. “How the fuck do you know what a Sovereign is like in bed?”
She avoids my eyes. Her cheeks flush deep red.
“I don’t,” she mutters.
Liar.
My mind locks onto the words. Sovereign Sluts. Most people don’t even know Sovereigns exist. And the ones who do? Don’t speak about us like that.
My entire body goes still.
Who the hell is she?
Before I can rip the answer from her throat, the door slams open. Dalton stands there, infuriated, his eyes roaming over her pussy and sweat-streaked skin. His gaze snaps to mine.
“They found us, Priest,” he spits. “Who the fuck are these guys?”
“Grab gear from the armory,” I order over my shoulder, “I’ll be right out.” I draw my knife and slice through the zip ties.
“Get dressed. We’ve got to move. Now.” I don’t wait for a response before I storm out, yanking on my shirt as the door shuts.