Kestrel's POV
"What the hell are you doing?" Zeph asks, his voice rough with frustration and desire. "The plan was for you to suck me off."
I look up at him from my position on my knees, feeling a surge of power course through me. "I won't be doing that unless you beg Zeph," I tell him and my voice is steadier than I feel.
He chuckles with a sound that's dark and dangerous in the small concrete cell. "You don't have it in you yet for me to beg Siren," he says, his golden eyes burning with intensity. "You don't deserve that begging. What you deserve is punishment, and you, pleasing me to make me come. Then I can consider it, because you've been a b***h these few days that I can barely tolerate it."
I don't say a word, but I slowly start to undo the buttons of my black tank top. He must
