32. daegan

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DAEGAN

She's going to regret coming here tonight with Zeke. I thought I could stay away from my assignment, but I can't. She's forcing this out of me, and I'm succumbing to her taunts. I haven't felt this way in a long time, and I want to hold on to something that feels good in a world that seems so wrong. I see her disappear into the black hawk, and I swear under my breath about twenty times every swear word in the book.

I'm already on her heels; it's fucking cute the way she thinks she can outrun me. She runs fast, and I'll give her that, but it's still not good enough. There's nowhere she could go where I wouldn't follow. She could jump off a cliff, and I'll be right there.

She climbs in just to try and climb out of the helicopter. Her hands barely make it to the cold metal before I snatch her by her hair and pull her back inside. I shut it closed before she can escape me. My jealousy is getting the better of me. It's so thick it's almost palpable in the air.

Good.

"You wanted this, remember?" I snarl at her depraved.

I force her to look at me.

"What are you going to do, Daegan?"

I snicker devilishly, not missing one beat, shaking my head with a grin that radiates pure sin.

"I'm going to fuck the Admiral's daughter in a helicopter."

I pull on her hair again, and she squeals.

"You're such a pain in my ass, baby girl. So, now I'm going to physically take yours until your pussy is screaming for me to stop."

"Do it." She taunts. God, her mouth is so fucking filthy. Just the way I like them to be.

"Oh, I'm going to have to cleanse this back talking mouth of yours." She stops fighting me, letting me devour her, spreading herself open on the Black Hawk seat as she sits with those brown eyes that glimmer so beautifully. She admires me, every part of me that I've shown her, even the horrid marks on my face, and it makes me feel weak.

I grip her jaw until my fingers are digging into the hollows of her soft, red cheeks. Sweat beads on her forehead as our body heat clashes together in this tight space. I'm too tall for this. My hands alone can break her. They almost swallow her face.

"Opening your mouth and legs already because you're so needy for my cock?" I mock and degrade her excitement to feel me even more. My dick throbs with so much blood, too much blood. My pants are tighter, and my balls are so damn full of come just waiting for her pussy so I can combust inside it.

I'm really going to do this.

I really want to fucking do this.

If there's one thing I love more in this world than erasing the evil from it, it's to fuck. I'm not going to lie to myself anymore, the fact that her pussy is so off-limits to me makes this so much more thrilling.

"I'm going to make you regret pissing me off by making you choke on my dick."

Her brown eyes light up, and she licks her lips.

"Pretend, remember? You want to keep pretending because one night with me wasn't enough for a slut like you?" I degrade her. "You want to pretend? Pretend this Valentine." I grab her, hooking my fingers in her shirt, and pull it down until the thin fabric tears. Her beautiful tan skin glistens with a thin layer of sweat, her breasts bounce underneath her bra, and my mouth waters for her brown nude nipples that are slightly exposed over her green bra. I push the bra down more until her luscious tits fall over the velvet cups. They're perfectly pointed, just begging to get sucked on and bit.

She moans out a sensual gasp as I expose her, making my dick jerk in response. I want more of those sounds. I need more. Fuck, her moans are a heavenly tune I want on a continuous loop. But only because of me.

"Hell, yes, I want to pretend." She opens her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue. She obeys my command and opens wide. I smirk, and a scoff of satisfaction leaves my lips.

I grab the beer from earlier, take a quick swig, and spit in her mouth. It touches the back of her tongue that runs over her bottom lip. I close her jaw rough, and she swallows.

"You're gonna have to pretend like you're safe with me because I'm about to fuck you like I want to kill the both of us. Just remember you wanted this, and I never quit."

ALESSIA

I honestly don't know this version of me, but I'm not complaining. Daegan loosens his grip on my jaw and lets me take off his belt. I pull it through every loop until it's out and on the floor. I'm desperate to taste him, craving to please him like a fool after all this built-up tension.

He sits next to me on the black hawk, his hips touching mine. The side of his scarred face by mine.

When I pull his pants down, I'm met with black boxers, and that's when it hits me. Finally, the intimidation of being with another man catches up to me. I hesitate, and the doubts of being able to pleasure him rack in my brain, making my confidence fall to an all-time low.

"Mr. Hannibal…I've only been with one man, and?—"

"Sh, baby girl, I know I'm not your first, but I will be your last." He caresses my cheek and leans in. A soft side of him exposes for a split second, and I take advantage. I lean in for a kiss, but he pulls back, leaving my lips unaccompanied and begging for his.

"I'm not a nice man, and lucky for you, I'm still mad."

He reaches for his neck and tugs off his dog tags. They break off, and then he holds them in front of me. I watch them dangle and collide with each other.

"Listen up, baby girl. Every time you taunt me, this is what will happen." He holds up his finger. "I'm going to wrap these around your neck while you have my cock so deep down your throat that you can't breathe. Every time you try and sneak in a breath, I'm going to pull on it."

Oh fuck, he wasn't kidding.

He grins sadistically, and I swallow nervously.

What have I done?

He's scaring me, but I want him.

And I want him bad.

He wraps the chain around my neck twice and holds my head close.

He pushes his fingers inside my underwear, and his hands immediately go to work on my clit in treacherous, devastatingly good circles, working my body so good and precise, like he's a professional at making women go feral for him. I moan, closing my eyes because I feel so ashamed for doing this, and out of all places, in a parked helicopter.

If we get caught…my lord, if we get caught...

I don't want to think of the consequences and overthink. I just want to get lost in something and someone that will very well be my undoing if I let myself.

"This little cunt of yours wants to get filled?" Daegan's beautiful, deep, dark voice entraps me more, dragging me down in his dark bliss.

"Yes," I breathe sensually. He withdraws his hand and fingers, my pussy already missing him. I pull down his boxers, and I expose a pierced, long and thick, massive cock.

I've never been with a man this size before, never mind a pierced one!

What am I supposed to do with that? It's going to break me just by looking at it.

He smirks happily and snakes his rough hand into my hair. With his other hand, he tilts my chin, so I look at him, wide-eyed and curious. This man is so handsome—the hottest man I've ever known.

"Eyes on me, baby. I want to see them roll back." He slaps my face and chin with his hand hard but not hard enough to hurt me. My eyes widen with self-realization that the man is ruthless.

Slap kink? Unlocked.

Mental health check? Buffering.

Questioning my morals because the pain and degradation coming together has me swooning so hard I'm not sure I ever want to get back up? Triple check.

I stroke his cock a couple of times as he pulls at my hair strands. He's massive. I'm going to choke to death.

You know what? Maybe he's right. Maybe I don't want him to come out tonight. Maybe we should put creature back where he belongs because it did not come out to play; it came out to destroy me.

How the hell is that going to fit in my mouth?

"Nope, nope, nope. I don't feel like dying tonight."

His pre-come glistens in front of my mouth, tempting me to lick it.

Daegan laughs, deep and wickedly. He tightens his grip on my hair, making a mess of it. He runs his thumb against my bottom lip, smirking lustfully.

"Good because after tonight, you'll feel the most alive you've ever felt. Now spit on my dick." He slaps my breasts, and I moan.

"We're going to finish what I've been dying to do since the night at my house."

I lick the precome off first, tasting the saltiness. I hum in satisfaction. He tastes so fucking good. Before I put him in my mouth, I lick his entire shaft. Starting from his balls and I trail my tongue all the way up to his crown. He growls and tilts his head with closed eyes. And then I swallow him. I take him in deep until he's down my throat, and then I give a strong suck before releasing him.

"Good girl, just like that. Let me use this mouth of yours." He praises me, and the sound of him doing that makes me more wet and the void in between my legs bigger.

I want him inside me.

I start sucking, licking him, tasting his dick. It's thick, so enlarged it doesn't entirely fit in my mouth, but I don't stop. I'll take him down my throat. I roll my tongue against his sensitive nerves, and he groans in response.

"Fuck. This tongue of yours…" He grunts as he continuously holds me in place, getting a fistful of my hair tightly in an unforgiving, unremorseful fashion to make me gag on him. Tears prick in my eyes each time his cock gets down into my throat. My vision blurs, but he doesn't let up, and neither do I.

I want to make him feel good. I want to show him. I want him just as badly as he wants me. I push him against the cabin so he sits back. He gives me full control of the pace, so I kneel in between his legs and let him relax for a second as I continue to suck him off until tears run down my cheeks.

I'm holding my breath, practically choking on his cock, but it doesn't deter me. I want to show him how devoted I can be when I've been challenged.

Damn him, though.

Because this is a game that's tainted for me to lose, my lungs start to burn, so I breathe through my nose. He catches it quickly and yanks on his dog tags. They tighten around my neck, forcing me to gag. He shoves his cock deeper down my throat, and it only makes me wetter and ache. I look up at him with blurred, hot vision. I'm pissed off but so turned on, with tears and saliva that continue to run down my face.