HIS WILLING TOY

JADEN

  I hate how my body always responds to him. Despite my disgust, I was still rock hard.

  "Open your mouth, Jade."

  The hardwood floor dug through my pants as I knelt there, shirtless, staring at the hard flesh in my line of vision.

  Lorenzo Vega towered over me, a dark silhouette of muscle and menace, his cock heavy in my face. I looked up, my green eyes meeting his blue ones which were sharp, icy, and devoid of warmth. He rarely smiled, only smirking when I struggled, his long dark hair falling forward to frame the snake tattoo that slithered down his collarbone.

  I parted my lips and took him in, the stretch familiar after a year of this. My tongue moved slowly at first, then deeper, knowing exactly what he craved. His hand gripped my hair, tugging hard, and a low growl escaped him.

  I was nineteen, a pawn in a game my parents lost before they died, traded to settle their debt. Tomorrow, I’d turn twenty, and he’d claim more than my mouth. He’d promised it in a dark vow: “Your virginity’s mine, Jaden. On the night you turn twenty, I'll fuck your ass, and after that, we will plan that wedding.”

  But I already had a plan. And right now, I hated how my body was reacting.

  My jaw ached as I worked him, hollowing my cheeks, letting him think I’d surrendered. His grip tightened, forcing me closer, and I swallowed the urge to gag. Just hours left, I thought. Hold on.

  Enzo’s hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back slightly as he stared down at me.

  “Open your mouth better,” he commanded, his voice a low, rough edge that brooked no argument. I forced my jaw wider, lips trembling as I obeyed, and he shifted and pressed himself forward. He slipped deeper, past my tongue, into my throat, and I gagged hard. My throat constricted around him, a wet, desperate sound escaping as I struggled to breathe.

  Tears welled up and spilt down my cheeks in silent tracks. I will be free soon. Very soon. There was already a plan on ground that just needed to be implemented.

  Enzo’s grip softened for a moment, his thumb brushing the dampness from my face, wiping the tears with a tenderness that clashed with his ruthlessness. This man... this beast. I'd seen him kill people like bugs, but yet he managed to show me this side of him, this... steamy and impatient side.

  “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, so perfect for me.” His hips rocked slightly, testing my limits, and I gagged again, more tears falling. He wiped them away once more, his touch possessive yet oddly gentle. “Such a good boy,” he praised, the words dripping like honey over steel. “You take me so well.”

  I pulled back, gasping and panting. "Please I need a break."

  Enzo yanked my head forward and fixed it back to his crotch. "You will have a long break after you have gotten some milk. Open wider."

  Enzo’s grip tightened in my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as his breath grew ragged. His hips bucked, erratic now, driving him deeper into my throat.

  I gagged. My muscles clenched around him, but he didn’t relent. A low, guttural groan tore from his chest, vibrating through me, and then it hit hard.

  Warmth flooded my throat, spilling past my lips as I choked on the rush. I tried to swallow, but it came too fast, too much, and I pulled back, gasping, my chest heaving.

  He wasn’t done. His hand jerked as he guided himself. Another pulse shot out, hot and wet, and streaked across my face.

  It painted my cheeks and jaw, dripping down in messy, humiliating lines. I blinked through the sting in my eyes, tears mixing with the mess, and he twitched one last time, a final spatter hitting my chin.

  Freedom was so close, I thought to myself. I couldn't fuck this up now.

  “Perfect,” he rasped, voice raw, his thumb smearing the warmth along my cheek. "You look like a beautiful painting." He grabbed my shoulder and hauled me up. "Come give me a taste."