5. FILTHY.

JENETA’S POV.

The air left my lungs, my face burning with humiliation. I fought the instinct to glance down at my legs, to see if they betrayed me somehow.

“Take it off,” he said with darkened authority.

“What?” I stammered and my throat tightened.

“The dress. Take it off. Darling, I won't repeat myself.”

“I…” My voice faltered as panic rose in my chest. “I have some rules I like to imply,” I said quickly as I grasped for some control, but his smirk only widened.

“Jeneta, what are you doing?” Nonso’s voice cut through from behind.

I ignored him and pressed on with my voice firmer this time. “No cuming inside me. No heads. No anal. No roughness. No blow jobs. Let’s get this over with.”

Jinhai’s smirk stretched wider, his amusement almost gleeful. He rose from his seat, his towering figure looming as a shadow over me.

Before I could react, his hand shot out and gripped my neck with firm pressure. I gasped, my body instinctively tugged against him.

“That was cute, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low growl against my ear. His breath was hot, and his scent intoxicating. “On your knees.”

“I got so hard listening to you,” he continued almost as if I could hear his voice dancing with lust. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re tough. You should try it more often. I despise the humble wife act, but then again, that’s exactly why I get to fuck you.”

Before I could utter a word, his hands were on me, impatient. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he ripped the dress open and I felt the cool air brushing against my exposed skin.

“Do I need to rip the rest, or will you?” he asked with a tone that dared me to defy him.

Before I could answer, his fingers found the clasp of my bra, undoing it with ease. His hands slid lower and brushed against the waistband of my panties.

One tug, and my panties were gone, slipping from my skin in a swift motion.

The cool air hit me, making me shiver as goosebumps prickled across my heated body. Before I could even process the shock, his hands were on my shoulders, firmly, forcing me to my knees.

“Learn to listen, darling,” he said with his dark eyes piercing as he looked down at me.

I stared up at him, utterly speechless. No one had ever manhandled me like this in all of my twenty-two years. I was naked before him but he didn’t give me a moment to adjust, to hide, or even to think.

Then, his hands moved to his belt and the sound of the buckle echoed in the room as he unfastened it. My heart pounded as he undid his trousers, and when his cock sprang free, I froze.

He wasn’t lying.

He was hard, too hard and big. Bigger than anyone I’d ever seen, his length glistened with precum. My stomach twisted with a mix of humiliation and something beyond humiliation, something that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

He reached for me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tugged me closer. I gasped at the sharp pull, my hands shooting up to grip his wrists in protest.

“Let me see that pretty tongue,” he growled, his grip tightened and then his tone was harsh but with control. “Open up, and suck it.”

I glared at him, defiance sparked in my chest despite the ache in my scalp. “I said no oral—”

I couldn’t finish, he slammed his cock against my face, startling me. Lord, it was heavy and thick against my skin.

“I make the rules, darling. You obey,” he said with a voice dripping with mockery yet disdain. “And you’ll be my slut.”

My brows furrowed in anger. I tried to twist away from his grip. But then, I remembered Nonso. I’d almost forgotten he was in the room, watching.

The shame of it all made my head spin. My cheeks flushed hot.

I opened my mouth, reluctantly obeying his demand, and without hesitation, he pushed his cock inside.

It barely fits.

The stretch of it was immediate and overwhelming, my jaw ached as he slid deeper. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, tapping against his thigh in panic.

He didn’t stop.

“There you go,” he murmured darkly, his voice almost soothed despite the cruelty of his actions. “I know you can take more.”

A cold, sinking feeling tore through me, but my body obeyed instinctively. My hand reached up, wrapping around the base of his cock, gripping what I couldn’t take into my mouth. I gasped for air when he pulled back slightly, saliva connecting my lips to his slick length as I panted.

“Hmm,” I hummed, staring at him as I tried to catch my breath. He was so big, too big.

He looked down at me, his hand still tangled in my hair and his lips curled into a bitter smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Look at you,” he said softly, almost mockingly. “Filthy and beautiful. Too bad he’s never had you like this.”

His words made my stomach drop, shame twisted inside me even as my body betrayed me.

“This look of yours,” he continued, his voice laced with something close to anger, “is making me greedy, darling.”

That word darling spoken in his smooth British accent, nearly wrecked me. But it wasn’t just the way he said it. It was the way he moved.

I realised my hand was still wrapped around his cock. I let go immediately, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Instead, he bent my head back further, his legs bracketing me on either side, making it impossible for me to look anywhere but at him.

“Open, darling,” he ordered.

I swallowed hard but I obeyed. Again.

His cock slid into my mouth, and I felt it press against my tongue, stretching my lips wide as he thrust forward. My hand instinctively reached for the base, wrapping around the thick length that wouldn’t fit in my throat.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained as his cock pulsed with every thrust. My throat tightened around him, and I gagged, tears spilling down my cheeks as I struggled to keep up with his pace.

Saliva pooled in my mouth, spilling from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. I tapped against his thigh again, desperate for air, but his other hand slid to my throat, holding me in place.

“Not yet,” he growled, his grip firm but not enough to hurt. “You can take it.”

One hard thrust, and he hit the back of my throat. I gagged again, my body jerked as I tried to pull back, but he held me there, his cock buried deep.

When he finally let me go, I stumbled backwards, coughing and gasping for air. Saliva and his precum dripped from my lips, connecting to my chest in messy strings.

“Please. It’s so big!” I blurted out without thinking, my voice hoarse and broken.

The smirk that spread across his face was devastating and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I know,” he said simply, his tone almost smug.

My cheeks burned as I realised what I’d just said, and to make matters worse, I knew Nonso had heard every word.

“Don’t worry,” Jinhai said, his hands moved to unbutton his shirt. He slid it off, revealing a body that could have been carved from marble, his sculpted chest, his defined abs, the powerful muscles in his arms and thighs.

“You can take it,” he continued as he stepped out of his trousers.

I blinked and my gaze dropped to his cock, which shimmered with my saliva. A tingle shot through me and heat pooled between my legs as I clenched my thighs together.

Jeneta, get it together. You can’t get wet at this.

But the warmth only spread, growing stronger with every step he took toward me.

He reached for me again, his hand tangled in my hair as he pulled me onto my feet. I stumbled, gripping his wrist for balance as he dragged me toward the bedroom.

I caught a glimpse of Nonso, still standing in the corner, watching silently. His expression was blank and his presence was like a ghost.

By the time Jinhai pulled me into the bedroom, my body was trembling, and I hated how much I wanted him and how much I craved what came next.