Abad, bad strain of defiance that’s been coursing through me all night like a rabid wolf suddenly let out of its cage.
I swallow past a dry throat and force myself to look away as he drops his pants to the ground.
“No,” I say. “Finish what you started, Sev. Get me off. Certainly acted like you wanted it.”
Sev’s hand comes down on my mouth hard, not with a stinging slap but with a firm pressure.
He cuts off the end of my sentence, then drags his hand lower and pushes two of his fingers past my lips.
“Keep the mask on while I fuck your mouth, Weston,” he says in a low tone as he slides his fingers back and forth over my tongue.
He takes them out and slides his slicked fingers over my lips.
“Not going to happen.”
“I was never going to make you come,” he explains, and my heart skips a beat as he pulls off his underwear, dropping them to the ground. “You’re going to suck me off, take my cum, and walk back to Onyx House with your tail between your legs knowing that my load is still inside you, Weston.On your knees.”
His cock is right there in front of me.
Thick, bare, and hard. The angle is strange from behind the mask, and I can only catch glimpses of it as he moves.
He pushes me to the ground and it’s nothing like when the crazy guy tried to restrain me. The way Sevan is touching me is more deliberate. Slower and firmer.
Like he’s unhurried and patient.
I am so fucking screwed.
This night was meant to be revenge. A way to get back at the one person who hates me more than anyone, then finally reveal to him that it wasmydick he was sucking.
And of course, my best laid plans always turn out to be the goddamn worst ones.
Sev cups his hand beneath my chin, cradling my head and tipping it backward so that he can get an angle where I’m forced to look up at him.
“Why were you here?” he asks. “Really?”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
Jesus.
Why can’t I curb my fucking mouth around a guy who probably wouldn’t hesitate to choke me out?
“Tell me why you were here.”
“Because I wanted you to suck me off,” I tell him, unable to hide the venom in my tone. “Why is that so difficult for you to get?”
Sev is quiet for a moment.
He looks me over like he’s studying for some goddamn test.
“You had aplan?”
“Is that so hard to believe? Just because you call meSheriffdoesn’t mean I don’t do what I want, sometimes.”
“Thought you were straight as an arrow.”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he finally pushes my hood all the way down, grabbing my hair in his fingers and giving it a tug.
“Thought you were, too,” I tell him. “Until I found out you come to these fucked up parties.”