He snorted and grabbed my other breast with his free hand, pushing both up and out in lewd invitation. “No,” he said, and then closed his lips around my unattended n****e.
I drew in a sharp breath, my hands flying to his hair without conscious thought. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud before he sucked, deeply.
My p***y tightened and my c**t sang, scattering my focus and driving away the clenching guilt from my chest.
“There was no pleasure,” he murmured against my breasts. “Only submission.”
I slid my fingers down to cradle the back of his head as he suckled, skimming my lips over his scalp.
“I’ll kill her,” I whispered into his hair. “For what she did to you.”
“If I wanted her dead, I would have killed her myself,” he said, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “She is my brothe
