Chapter 8

Pulling Cora's hand toward me, I place her palm over my cock, and she grips my already hardened length through my pants. Sliding her hand along me, she kneels at my feet before pressing her lips to my pants. Her lips and teeth tease along the outline of my shaft as she takes her time undoing the zipper of my pants.

Reaching through the hole, she pulls my cock out and wraps her lips around my tip. She takes her time. Working her mouth up and down my length, she lightly fists what doesn't fit in her mouth.

"Deeper," I growl down at her. "I want to feel you gagging as I slide down your throat."

Doing exactly as she's told, she slides me over her tongue and forces me to the back of her throat.

Fuck, she feels good.

Continuing to set a moderate pace, she repeatedly takes me deep, her lips kissing the skin at the base of my shaft.

"Eyes on me." I lightly lift her jaw to draw her attention up to my face. Her eyes meet mine when I slip my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and gather it in my fist. "Don't fucking blink as I fuck your throat."

Without a pause, I forcefully shove my length down her throat. I stare into her eyes as I roughly thrust into her mouth.

Excitement. Arousal. Lust.

And there it is…fear.

Pulling out, she gasps violently for the air that I was depriving her of.

I press my cock to her lips, and she opens wide for me to use her again. Tears stream down her cheeks, and drool drips off her chin from gagging around my length, but I continue to fuck her throat and starve her of air. Sliding in deep, I stare down at her unwavering, yet slightly disoriented, gaze while holding her around my cock. "Fuck, you suck like such a good little whore for me. Do you enjoy being used like you're nothing?"

I'm about to pull out to allow her the opportunity to answer when the doorbell rings.

"Come in. It's open,"I shout toward the door as Cora attempts to pull herself off my cock. Fisting her hair hard enough to cause her to wince, I shove myself back into her mouth. "I didn't say you were done, love."

Her eyes dart to the doorway and Grant, who is rapidly approaching, before returning to me where they belong. Her pulse is so fucking rapid; it throbs against my cock.

"I can feel your fucking heart racing as I shove my cock down your throat. Are you scared? Or maybe excited about having him fuck you, too."

The look of fear in her eyes only fuels me, and I drive down her throat even harder than before as I growl, "Two powerful men, using and abusing you like the dirty little whore you are."

Tears stream down her face as she struggles to breathe between my thrusts. I'm so engrossed in her that I don't realize how close Grant has gotten until his hand is firmly wrapped around my throat.

Using his momentum and grip, he pulls me from Cora as he drives me backward into the wall with a thud that forces the air from my lungs. I gasp for air, much like Cora lying on the floor where she fell. Grant shoves his forearm across my chest and uses the entirety of his weight to hold me in place before turning his attention back to Cora.

"Get the fuck out," he yells. "Because when I'm done with him, I guarantee he'll be taking it out on you if you're still here."

I'm unable to speak with Grant pressed so tightly against me, and I'm unable to protest as Cora grabs her dress and scrambles toward the door. Watching my perfect little toy run for the door, following his commands instead of mine, I don't see Grant gearing up to hit me until his fist is buried in my gut and causing me to double over. Heaving in breaths, a second blow rattles my jaw.

"I'm getting real fucking sick and tired of cleaning up after you." He grips my shirt, shoves me back into the wall, and wedges his forearm into my throat. Leaning in and cutting off my ability to breathe, he seethes, "This was the last one. Understood? You can fucking rot in jail if you're this fucking careless again."

"You wouldn't," my words are a mere pained whisper, "Because you'll all be there with me."

"Don't fucking threaten me, kid." Grant drives another fist into my gut, it's hard enough that I crumble to the floor. "And remember that dead men can't talk."

Hunched over on the floor and sucking in air, I hear the door slam.

This isn't the end of this motherfucker.

When I scramble to my feet, the engine of his car roars as he pulls away from the house. I race toward the door and grab my keys from the table in the foyer to chase after him.

Climbing into the car, I quickly slip it into drive and tear down the long entryway. While I'm fully intent on chasing him down, I'm surprised when I find myself slamming on the brakes as I pass her.