Page 19 of Breaking Rosalind
“So, he speaks,” I mutter.
Finally, he turns, his cold gaze flickering up and down my naked body. It’s a cold assessment that makes my fingers tighten around the glass.
When my tongue swipes over my bottom lip, his gaze sharpens, and my skin prickles under his scrutiny. Moments pass, and the tension builds until my ears ring.
No man in history has ever turned down a blow job, but it looks like Cesare might be the first. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so mercurial. He was so eager before, and now he’s acting indifferent.
It’s maddening he’s got me desperate and trying to impress. Mirroring my own tactics.
“Okay, I’ll put on my dress and let myself out.” I hook my thumb toward the glass doors.
“Get on your knees, then,” he says, his words glacial. “Let’s see if your mouth is good for something other than talking shit.”
I raise my tumbler. “Hold my fucking drink. I’m going to need something in thirty seconds to wash away the foul taste.”
He snatches the glass and knocks back its contents. Triumph punches through my chest, but it’s too early to celebrate my victory. The formula I gave him is colorless, odorless, and so bland it would have picked up the taste of vodka. But there’s a slim chance he’ll see through my ruse and raise the alarm.
When he doesn’t grimace, I drop to my knees and force down a grin.
I unzip Cesare’s pants and pull out his cock. Even half hard, his shaft is long and thick with prominent veins. He’s just as huge as Leroi, but that’s not what makes my breath catch. His bulbous tip is pierced with four silver beads attached to thick barbells.
Feigning disinterest, I ask, “What kind of piercing is that?”
“A magic cross,” he replies with a smirk.
“Oh,” I murmur. “That’s why you felt so different.”
He slides his fingers through my hair, making my scalp tingle. “I thought it was only worth a six?”
“Different isn’t always better.” I lick my lips, my pussy already throbbing.
“That was the most intense fuck you’ve ever had,” he snarls. “Don’t deny it. I felt how your cunt pulsed around my cock.”
I scoff. “That was barely a tremor. I’ve had better climaxes with my pinky.”
His fingers in my hair tighten, delivering a sharp pain that heightens my arousal. He jerks my head back, so I’m forced to look into his eyes.
“Are you going to continue to give me sass, or will you demonstrate those cock-sucking skills?”
I snatch his shaft, making him hiss through his teeth. The OPA should already be working its magic by now, but Cesare must be resistant. Lucky for us both, he’s my most attractive target and best fuck.
It’s almost a pity he’ll have to die.
Swirling my tongue around his head, I flick the piercings, and his body tenses. He’s salty and sweet, with a hint of bitterness from the condom’s spermicide. But I’ve tasted far worse.
The fingers tangling in my hair loosen a little, allowing me more room to maneuver, yet he still guides the movement of my head.
With my free hand, I ease his pants further down and roll his balls, which are surprisingly smooth.
Cesare groans, and I let him bob my head up and down his shaft. The piercings slide back and forth against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, making my pussy throb.
“Eyes on me,” he says.
When I look up, his pupils are tiny pinpricks, bringing out the pale flecks in his blue irises. It’s a sign that the drug is taking effect, but I need him pliable and drowsy before he comes in my mouth and kicks me out.
I increase the suction, eager to raise his heart rate to accelerate the drug. His breathing turns ragged, and his hips jerk.
“Good girl,” he rumbles. “So much better when you can’t talk back.”