Stepbrother's Dirty Little Slut

PROLOGUE COLTON “GODDAMN.” I GROAN at the feel of the woman on her knees. My hands tighten in her bleach blond hair, and I suck in a deep breath while my hips lift on their own off the dining room chair where I’m sitting. My breathing picks up, and the sound of her sucking on my c**k fills the formal dining room. She doesn’t gag very often. No, I’ve trained my little slut very well. Opening my eyes, I look down into her crystal blue ones, and they’re drowning in tears as she stares up at me. Some are already running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup that she painted on before she went out earlier tonight. She may have danced and flirted with other men, but I knew she’d come home to me—she always does—needing to be f****d. That’s one of the reasons I forced her to live with me. I’ve always got my eye on her. Giving her hair a little tug, I pull her head off my c**k, and she keeps her mouth open and ready for me to violate it some more. “Such a good girl.” I groan, licking my lips. A line of drool runs down her chin when she sticks her tongue out, waiting impatiently. Releasing her hair with my left hand, I shove three fingers into her mouth, forcing her head back. She blinks rapidly from the invasion as a wave of new tears runs down her pretty face. “You like that, don’t you, princess?” She tries to nod but can’t, so instead, garbled words come from her. “Yeah, a dirty slut loves having her mouth full.” Removing my fingers, she sucks in a breath, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it definitely stung. “Say it,” I demand. She shifts on her knees in her white clubbing dress. It dips low in the front, showing off her impressive t**s, and is barely long enough to cover her p***y. I’m going to shred that thing before the night is over with. “Colt—” I slap her again, cutting her off, and then grip her chin, my other hand still holding her by her hair. She whimpers, and I lean forward, my face inches from hers, and I spit into her mouth. “Say it, princess. Tell me that you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.” Some women are stuck-up bitches who don’t like to explore their sexuality. Raylee Lexington Adams isn’t one of them. This woman is pure ecstasy. The fact that I hate her f*****g guts makes this even better. Knowing she hates me just as much is icing on the cake. We are hate s*x at its finest. “I’m your good little slut,” she finally moans, shifting on her knees once again. “I’ll do whatever you want.” I smile down at her. “Please?” she begs. Her once red-painted lips are now smeared and open for me again, so I let go of her chin but keep the other in her hair. “Prove it,” I challenge, sitting back in my chair. Snickering comes from the men sitting around the dining room table to my right, but I ignore them. Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my d**k once again, and I shove her face down, holding my c**k inside her mouth. She shifts on her knees, and I lift my hips again, going deeper. The tightness I feel once I slide down the back of her throat takes my breath away. Fuck, I want to throw her on her back and f**k her face until I’m coming all over it. But I can’t. Not tonight. I knew she’d come home wet and ready for me. I had a plan. One that will come in handy eventually. I’m all about playing games. Raylee and I have been playing them for years. And I learned very quickly that the only way to win against her is to play the long game. Releasing her hair, I lift my hands and lock my fingers behind my head, relaxing into my chair while she gasps and spits all over my d**k. She looks up at me through watery and matted mascara-coated lashes. A look of utter desperation in her gorgeous blue eyes. Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning. My teeth grind at that thought. I hate that about her. How she parades around town with other men. How she knows what to wear to turn me on. And the fact that I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the least. I hate this b***h with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of her. “I’m not convinced, princess,” I inform her, making a tsking sound with my tongue and teeth. Her wrists are tied behind her back with my belt so she can’t use her hands. She’s going to have to show me what her mouth can do. As if I don’t already know. Her eyes narrow up at me, making them darken, and she bares her perfectly straight white teeth. Good. I want her angry. Because I’m going to humble her real soon. Laughter grows from the guys to my right, but we both ignore them. She doesn’t care who watches as long as she gets what she wants. Plus, she’s into humiliation and degradation. They turn this slut on. Taking in a long breath, she lowers her open mouth to my c**k and swallows me whole. Her anger making her more determined than ever to get me off. Just another level of our game that she doesn’t have a chance at winning. I lean my head back and close my eyes like before, enjoying how good her hot and wet mouth feels. Soon, I feel my balls tighten, and I look down to watch. Her head bobs fast, and I’m about to explode down her throat. With every ounce of willpower I have, I shove her off me. She sprawls onto the floor on her side, and I grip my d**k just as I come. Some gets on my jeans, but most of it covers the black marble floor next to her. I take in a few deep, calming breaths just watching her lie there. She’s gasping, eyes closed, hands still restrained behind her back. Her white party dress has ridden up around her waist, showing me the lace, nude-colored thong that is high up on her hip. I bet if I spread her legs, they’d be soaking wet. Opening her eyes, she pulls her knees up and manages to tuck them underneath her so she can sit up.