Chapter 20 Undoing Sin
Serena
I licked my lips and stared up at him. Was I really about to do this? With the hidden heir? The one the family buried like a dirty secret?
God, yes. I wanted to drown in whatever darkness lived inside him. I was terrified of what would happen when I came up for air.
But terror never stopped me before.
I sank back onto my heels and leaned forward to stroke his cock.
He hissed out a long groan that unraveled me.
“I take orders from no one.” I said before running my fingers up and down his veiny shaft.
It twitched in my palm, thickening and hardening even further.
“Serena, you're toying with fire.” He warned in a gravelly voice, his control fraying and unraveling thread by thread, watching me tease his cock.
“No problem.” I met his eyes through the mask. “I was made from fire.”
Then I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
He wanted a good girl, right? He'd get a very bad girl.
I sucked the crown of his cock hard, my lips sealed tight around it for a second before I let my tongue swirl over the slit, tasting salt and heat and the faint metallic edge of pre-cum.
I grazed my teeth along the sensitive ridge, just enough to make him jerk.
“Ahhh, fuck. Serena, how'd you learn to do that?” He asked in a broken voice, his whole body vibrating.
I didn't answer.
His hand shot to my hair, his fingers twisting into the roots so tight my scalp stung, and he shoved all the way inside my throat.
Ten inches of brutal thickness stretched my mouth wide, hit the back of my throat and forced my gag reflex to kick.
Tears welled in my eyes instantly. My throat spasmed around him once as I tried to ease off inch.
But he didn’t pull back, and yeah, I liked it.
He held me there, my nose pressed to the base of his cock. His hips locked forward, letting me choke on it.
“Look at me,” he snarled.
When I did, I nearly came right there and then at the darkness bleeding from him.
My eyes were watering, and my mascara was already streaking down my cheeks while my throat fluttered helplessly around his cock.
“Good,” he rasped. “Now fucking take it.”
He started thrusting. There was nothing polite or careful about his movements.
He slid into me with rough, punishing strokes that rammed the head of his cock past my soft palate again and again.
My gag reflex triggered every third thrust. I made wet, choking sounds that filled the quiet room, but he didn’t slow down.
He fucked my face like he was trying to carve his name into the back of my throat.
Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin, soaking the diamonds at my collarbone.
My breasts bounced on the top of my stomach as he used my hair as reins to guide my mouth on his cock.
I was so depraved for loving this so much.
“You love this,” he growled, reading my mind. “Look at you on your knees in a thirty-million-dollar gown, choking on the cock of the brother nobody’s allowed to talk about. You’re fucking drooling for it.”
I moaned around him, a muffled, desperate sound of 'more'. The sound vibrated up his shaft. He groaned, his hips snapping harder.
“That’s it. Make those pretty gagging noises. Let the whole ballroom hear what a filthy little slut Saint’s fiancée really is.”
My core clenched so hard I whimpered. Wetness flooded between my thighs from just the intensity of him fucking my mouth.
He pulled out suddenly, his massive cock slick with precum and glistening from the strings of spit connecting us.
I gasped for air, coughing, tears streaming down my cheeks. He let my hands and my hair go.
“Beg,” he ordered.
The Serena of before was gone, now replaced by a slut of Saint's doing. “Please.”
He tore off the mask, surprised I'd given in so easily.
Jesus loving Christ. This man and his brother cheated the rest of other men on the day of creation.
How can someone look like a direct descendant of Adonis?
“Please what?” He asked hoarsely, his intense eyes searching mine for Amy signs of hesitation.
“Please… fuck my throat again.”
He slapped his cock against my cheek, and it made a wet, heavy, humiliating sound.
“Louder, Serena. My cock can't hear you.”
“Please fuck my throat, Sin,” I begged, lifting and pressing my breasts together. “Use me. Choke me. Ruin me.”
He smiled, his lips twisting in a terrifying, feral, satisfied curve.
Then he grabbed my neck, tilted it back and shoved back in, deeper this time, holding me still while he ground against the back of my throat, letting me feel every pulsing inch.
“Mmmh.” I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Swallow around me,” he hissed. “Milk it like the greedy little whore you are.”
I did. My throat worked and convulsed as I tried to pull him into my throat deeper.
“Serena…. Oh. Oh. Yeah. Just like that. Fucking good girl. Yeah, suck it like it's yours, baby.” Each word came out dirtier than the last.
His hips stuttered twice then locked forward. I held his gaze through the mask slits as he came undone.
He flooded my throat with hot, thick spurts of cum so fast I couldn’t swallow it all. It overflowed the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin in sticky white ropes that landed on the diamonds at my collarbone and the ruined silk of the gown.
I’d never sucked anyone off before. Never made a man come like this and turned him into this raw, violent mess.
Sin had pounded my throat like he was digging for something buried so deep inside my mouth only force could reach it.
His eyes flashed open, revealing wild, blown pupils that swallowed the brown until they looked almost black.
“You’re a fucking vixen, do you know that?” he rasped, his thumb smearing his own cum across my swollen bottom lip like war paint.
Before I could answer, the door cracked open. And Saint strode into the room.