Empire of Hate (Empire #3) by Rina Kent

Daniel unzips his jeans, then lowers them and his boxer briefs before he sits on his hunches—on my legs.

My eyes must double in size as his penis pops out. No, cock. Yeah, that thing should definitely be called a cock. It’s huge and hard and veiny and shouldn’t be allowed near a vagina.

“I assume that reaction means you can’t proceed with your plan for my funeral?” The amusement catches me off guard.

And I’m tempted to wipe the smugness off his godlike face. “It’s not that special.”

“Is that why you’re licking your lips like you want to have Junior for dinner?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m disgusted.”

“Stop saying what you don’t mean unless you want to get your mouth fucked.”

“In your dreams—” I’m cut off when he grabs a handful of my dress and pulls me up by it.

His face is mere inches away from mine and it’s red, probably like mine. But there’s no smirk there, no taunting mockery, just pure tension that’s currently wrapping itself around my neck like a noose.

“You were going to do this with Chris anyway, so don’t act like a prude in front of me.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything with Christopher.” Just you. But I don’t say that, because my dignity took enough hits to break an Olympic record.

“Fuck that and your stubborn fucking mouth that I’ll stuff with my dick in a second.”

I want to ask why “in a second,” but my thoughts are interrupted when he reaches for my back and undoes my zipper, then pulls the dress over my head.

My throat gets dry as I sit in front of him in nothing but my nude-colored bra and knickers. They’re lace, too, and cost a small fortune and are so totally worth it, judging by the hungry look on Daniel’s face.

It’s like he really wants to have me for dinner.

Maybe breakfast, too.

Daniel doesn’t open the clasp like a normal person would. His hand latches onto the middle of my bra and rips it open, then he pushes me back down.

My gasp is wordless and as silent as the ruined shreds that fall onto my lap like weightless paper.

He grabs a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twirling, then pulling with a harshness that wets my inner thighs.

“I always thought you had beautiful tits, never thought they would be this pink and gorgeous. Your tits are made to be fucking worshipped.”

Before I can be mortified at his words, his mouth swallows the other nipple, teeth tugging on the erect flesh with maddening expertise.

A loud moan echoes in the space and I soon realize I’m the source. Not only because he’s devouring my breasts as if they’re his first and last meal, but also because I’m finally focusing on a part of what he said.

“You always thought I was beautiful?” I ask with a voice so breathless, it almost doesn’t sound like mine.

He doesn’t answer, because he’s sucking on my dusty pink nipple like he’s in a race to extract my soul through it.

Is it possible to come from nipple stimulation alone? Because my thighs are shaking and I’m sweating. My blonde hair gets in my eyes and I can’t push it away because I’m holding on to the sheets for dear life.

He releases one of my nipples, but only so he can lower himself and trail his hot lips down my stomach to my flat belly, lingering on the line that separates it from my core for what seems like an eternity.

“You have the beauty of a fucking angel, Peaches.” He rests his chin on my stomach, his eyes clashing with mine for a brief second. “Too bad you possess the personality of the bloody devil.”

My belly clamps and I’m not sure if it’s because of pleasure, pain, or a combination of both.

I’m distracted, though, because his teeth are on the hem of my knickers. And like the animal that shone in his eyes a second ago, he uses his teeth to slowly slide them down, uncovering my bare pussy.

The act is so erotic that my hands barely keep me upright.

Is this too much or am I thinking that because of the ecstasy? For some reason, I don’t think the drug would make me throw myself in someone else’s arms.

“You’re oddly responsive,” he muses, releasing my underwear for a second before he shreds them with his teeth like he did to my bra.

I’m not prepared for what happens next.

Completely and absolutely taken off guard.

I couldn’t have imagined it if I tried.

Daniel slides his hot tongue on my clit. One long, single swipe and all my nerve endings explode.

“You’re dripping wet, Peaches. Did you know that you taste like a fucking fantasy?”

“S-stop saying things like that.”

“Why?” He speaks against my folds, the rumble of his voice adding to the stimulation. “Still too prim and proper for crude words?”

“You don’t have to include a commentary for what’s happening.”

“How else will I tell you that I’ll be eating your pussy for dinner while you choke on my dick like a little whore?”

“D-Daniel!”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating on my sensitive skin. Then he lifts his head and licks his lips suggestively. “I have a lot to educate you on. Tell me, have you sucked a dick before, Peaches?”

I remain silent, my pulse about to jump out of my throat.