Very bad
Jealous by Maoli
Before Shane released my chin, I swallowed with my mouth wide open. His eyes darkened as I licked my bottom lip. He was angry, but I could tell from the way his breathing picked up that he was pleased. His thumb pressed into my lip and I stared into his eyes as he slid his finger in. My lungs screamed for air, but my lower lips wanted to poke the angry wolf. He pulled his thumb out, his hand disappearing from my skin.
His presence was overwhelming and I could get drunk on his scent alone. The look in my mate’s eyes reminded me of a vengeful god. Displeased by his sacrificial lamb’s actions, he sought to punish me. I should be yelling at him to let me go, should have been more scared than I felt because how well did I know him? I should curse at him, tell him to fuck off, but instead, my heart shook and wrestled with my anger. He was looking at me; he was with me; he was focused on me.
Shane lowered his hand, loosening the belt around my neck, and the need for oxygen overtook everything else. I gasped for air, my lungs filling painfully, and my shoulders sagged as I collapsed against the seat at my back. My fingers ripped at the strap around my neck. Just as I started pulling, Shane’s eyes lowered to Chance’s marks. My gaze caught on the cuts on his forearm and I was reminded of Star. He was angry at me for my time with Chance when he was with her. My heart hardened and my pettiness was back in full force.
“I sucked his dick, and I liked it,” I sneered as I answered the questions I’d been unable to. His hand wrapped around my neck and yanked me forward, so I had to lift my chin to look up at him.
“Don’t push me, Ady, not tonight,” he warned. I was caught off guard by the nickname. Gabe was the only one that called me that. Wait a minute, he just threatened me.
“Is that a threat?” I spat.
“Take it however you want. You’re good at that,” Shane sneered.
“His mouth was on my breasts and I moaned as he sucked and bit. He held my hips while he fucked me,” I rasped as he pulled me to the edge of the seat. Shane lowered his head, and I shivered at the feel of his lips on my ear.
“And who were you thinking of when you were getting fucked? Him or me?” Shane growled. I turned my head so I could look at him. He tilted his head and our eyes locked. “Did he feel good? Or was he disappointing? Did he make you think of me? Did you miss my cock so much you couldn’t wait?”
“The marks on my neck show you just how much he enjoyed marking me. I’m not yours,” I hissed.
Shane stood to his feet, his crotch lined up right in front of my face, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking. His hand slid up from my neck, wrapped around my jawline, his fingers gripping right beneath my ears.
“You didn’t answer the question, Princess,” Shane murmured.
“What question?” I sighed.
“Who were you thinking of when he fucked what was mine?” he repeated.
“I belong to no one,” I spat.
Shane tutted, and I wanted to slap him. He stared down at me like he knew the answer, but needed to hear it. Despite the rough way he treated me, I wasn’t afraid of him. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in my body. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe I don’t even want to pretend I’m aware of the danger I could be in. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Either a higher power had a hand in my emotions, or my heart was stupid and blind.
He dropped the belt strap, and it hung loosely around my neck. I waited for him to say something, to tell me what he had planned for me, to call me names. When nothing came, I started to feel nervous. I wriggled where I sat, my fingers itching to cover myself, but my stubbornness kept them still. He held my gaze as the sound of a zipper reached my ears.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, didn’t think he needed to explain things to me. In my peripheral vision, I saw his large form and my mouth watered. My body and soul betrayed me when it came to this man. He was dangerous to me in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept. I never gave anyone enough power to break me, but Shane had hurt me more than any man ever had. I had a feeling this was only just the beginning. His hand gripping my jaw tightened, his thumb and middle finger pressed into my cheek; forcing my mouth open.
“Stick your tongue out,” Shane huffed.
“Fuck you,” I hissed. “You’re not putting that anywhere near me. Do you hear me?” The bastard chuckled and lifted his tip to my lips.
“Oh, I know that’s what you want, but only good girls get fucked. And you, Princess, have been very bad,” he cooed.
“You can fuck yourse—”
My word were cut off as he shoved his tip into my mouth. My words are muffled before I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. He groaned as his thumb brushed against my cheek. I wanted to hate him, but when he did the bare minimum, I swooned. The gentle touch as he stared down at me made me want to bend over backward for him. I closed my eyes, and he withdrew before thrusting into my mouth.
“You look good with your mouth stuffed. You can cuss and glare at me all you want, but not once have you said no. And do you know why? Because you like this as much as I do, Princess.”
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