Page 80 of Kings Have No Mercy

With Sydney…fuck… as much as I want to be ruthless enough to, even through my blinding rage, I can’t.

But I sure as hell can punish the fuck out of her. I can make her regret the day she ever crossed me and the Kings in other degrading ways.

“You swear on your life?” I growl, the built-up tension in my jaw tightening even more. I drop the blade from her throat and instead use it on her panties, cutting through the last piece of fabric protecting her modesty. “Then you’re about to prove yourself. Consider it an initiation. Get down on your fucking knees, Singer.”

Sydney twists around for a startled look at me. “Mason—”

“Down on your knees or you’re not gonna like what happens next. Test me, Singer. Fucking test me and see what happens.”

The fear on her face is plain as day. Eyes misty and her lips parted slightly in shock, she can’t figure out if she’s awake or caught up in a nightmare.

I’m about to show her that she would be lucky if this was only a bad dream. This is fucking real, and she’s about to pay for what she’s done.

Sydney complies, lowering herself to her knees and peering up at me with her pretty brown eyes that would’ve had me under her spell just an hour ago.

That Mason’s gone. He’s checked out for good. The man she’s about to meet is a man she’s never known before. Even throughout all our hate and loathing for each other, she’s never seen the full extent of what I’m capable of.

This man can’t be reasoned with and he doesn’t have mercy. He’s a ruthless, rage-fueled killer that crushes his enemies.

Sydney is now my enemy, which means I’m about to make her wish she never crossed into Kings territory.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I command.

She blinks as if holding tears in, then parts her lips more than they already are.

But it’s not enough.

“Wider.”

Her full lips barely move a centimeter, igniting a fresh flame of anger inside me.

“I SAID WIDER!” I bark in her face, making her flinch. I wrench her mouth open by her jaw and spit down her throat without giving her a choice whether she’ll swallow—she gets no fucking choices in this moment.

She’ll take whatever I dish out.

Unbuckling my jeans and whipping my cock out, I smack her across the cheek with it like it’s a weapon. “Suck me off, Singer. Suck like your life fucking depends on it… because it fucking does.”

Sydney hurries to take me in her grasp, curling her fingers and sliding them from the base to the head. Any time she touches my cock it’s an immediate rush of hot pleasure through me. Normally, I’d be groaning and encouraging her as she squeezes and works me like this.

But, in this moment, immersed in my violent rage, it’s not good enough.

My fingers twist into her hair and I yank her head forward. “I didn’t ask you to fucking jerk me off. I told you to suck my dick like your fucking life depends on it.”

She whimpers in shock at the force of my grip. I muffle any protests by shoving my cock into her mouth. It doesn’t matter that she’s not ready for me and that her throat isn’t opened up yet.

I cram myself inside ’til I’m hitting the back of her throat and she’s gagging.

’Til I’ve forced as much of myself as possible into the wet heat of her mouth.

Then, I groan. I hold her where she is and revel in making Sydney choke on my cock like she deserves. Her mouth’s sealed around me, her already-misty eyes watering even more.

“You like that, Singer?” I ask. “You like having my cock jammed down your throat just like filthy little traitors deserve? Tell me!”

I pull back enough for her to gasp that she likes it—while desperately gulping a breath of air—before I’m shutting her up with more cock.

She fights to keep up, angling her head against my grip so more of my length slides straight down her throat. She swallows like she’s trying todigestmy fucking dick, and I groan at the flex of her throat muscles. The way they contract and pulse against my dick.

My hips jerk on their own. My fist clenches tighter in her hair if possible, to the point it’s got to hurt. I drive myself deeper down her slick, tight throat, cruelly wondering how far I’ll go before she finally taps out.