VIOLA

Travis’ muscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me up on the kitchen counter. My entire body is on fire, burning for relief. The way he kisses me overpowers my entire mind, and I can no longer fight the desire to need him.

“You need it, sweetheart. Don’t you?” he asks against my mouth. He’s never called me that before, which means it must only be reserved for his whores. I don’t have it in me to care though. I’ll take any part of him he’s willing to give me.

I tighten my legs around his waist and press him closer. His lips curl up, and I can tell he’s smiling.

“That’s what I thought.”

He steps back slightly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of my skirt and begins pulling it down with my panties. “Let’s break your record. You okay with that?” He kneels down in between my legs and smirks up at me. “Hang on, princess.” I smile at his words.

He spreads my legs wider and licks his lips. I feel his hot breath on me, his tongue sliding up my slit and circling my clit. It feels oddly intimate, but I don’t let the thought linger for long. The pleasure is instant and my body knows he’s the one in control.

My throat hums at the sensation. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. I lean back and lay my palms flat, but he’s sucking so hard, I can hardly keep myself up.

“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my head falling back. My toes curl as his tongue circles my clit over and over, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and losing all control. “Holy shit.” I’ve never come that fast before. My body’s been on fire since that first time in the mudroom. I knew it wasn’t going to take much, but that was intense.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice is raspy as his eyes meet mine, slowing his rhythm. “Count,” he orders. He brings a finger up and begins teasing me as he watches my reaction.

“What?” I ask, almost inaudibly. My eyes flutter closed as he curls a finger deep inside.

“Count with me, Viola.”

Is he serious right now?

“Do it,” he demands, his voice firmer now. He speeds the rhythm of his finger and fucks me hard with it. “Count how many times you come.”

My head falls back, riding each wave and biting my lip.

“Viola,” he growls, grabbing my attention back to his mouth.

“Why?” I ask, arching my hips and meeting his pressure.

“You play by my rules, remember?” He slows his pace, threatening to stop completely. “Now count.”

“You’re such a prick,” I spit out, trying to control my breathing. Why does he get off on humiliating me?

He grins, unapologetically. “I warned you, princess.”

I sigh. I can’t fight it any longer. “One.”

He smiles and grabs under my thighs, pinning me down with his mouth. His tongue fucks me and takes complete control. My breathing is ragged as he twists his finger back inside me, thrusting in and out, in and out, until I can’t breathe at all and my body shakes as I release against his tongue.

“Two,” I say on a shaky breath.

“Good girl,” he praises, running his tongue along his lower lip, a pleased smirk forming over his face. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”

“What?” I can’t breathe.

I feel his finger playing with my clit, rubbing slow circles. He brings up his other hand and slowly rubs another finger down my slit at the same time, barely giving me time to recover from the last orgasm he gave me. I’m honestly not sure how much more I can take. I want him inside me.

“Patience, princess.” He makes eye contact me briefly. “Remember, don’t move.”

Before I can ask why, I feel his finger move lower until he’s circling my tight hole. I gasp the moment I feel his finger push inside. What the hell is he doing to me?

“Travis,” I moan on a whimper. My body feels tense, unfamiliar with the sensation. As he pushes his finger deeper, his other finger continues circling my clit at the same time. “I can’t...holyshit.”

My legs spread wider, giving him the approval to continue.

“Goddamn, you taste amazing.”

He thrusts his finger in and out, speeding up his pace as his rubs my clit. My hips are uncontrollable as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. He brings his mouth down, licking up my release. His fingers don’t stop, even when my legs give out. He wraps them around his shoulders, holding me up.

“Viola...” he growls, and I know exactly what he’s after.

“Three!” I gasp.

His fingers work magic and he doesn’t let up until I’ve counted to five. My body is completely spent, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my voice entirely.

He stands up in between my legs, wiping his mouth and chin. He cracks his jaw with a sly smile. God, I hate that smile. No, I don’t. I fucking love it, but dammit, I hate that I do.

By now, the alcohol has worked out of my system. I should come to my senses and stop him, but I’m too far gone into his spell now.

“So how’d that compare?” He leans in and asks. I want to rip that smug smirk right off his face.

“To what?” My breathing is still staggering.

He cocks his head. “Compare to how it feels when you do it yourself.” He can’t be serious right now...

His arrogance pisses me off. I’m not one of those girls that’ll feed his ego just to keep him around.

I shrug, knowing it’ll piss him off. “It was mediocre.”

“Mediocre?” He cocks a brow.

“At best,” I continue, pushing myself further back onto the counter.

“You’re lying.”

“You’re full of yourself.” I keep my eyes locked on his, challenging him.

“Less than a minute ago, you were full of my tongue.”

I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not like you’re the only guy that knows how to watch porn and learn new tricks.”

He throws his head back, and in true Travis fashion, laughs in my face. He brushes his fingers over the stubble of his jaw and lowers his face to mine.

“Your cunt is barely broken in, princess. I had you coming so hard, you nearly passed out,” he states matter-of-factly, his voice raspy and controlled. “Admit it.”

“No.” I stay firm, trying to clench my legs together. Having his cock press up against my bare thigh is driving me insane, and I need relief.

“Then why are you legs shaking right now?” He arches a brow.

My mouth clamps shut, because I don’t really have an answer for him.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Do you get off on girls telling you you’re a god? Because if that’s what you need, it’s not happening.”

He purses his lips and grabs both of my wrists with his hands, planting them to the countertop. “I think you forgot the rules, princess.” He sucks in his lower lip and dips his head into my neck, whispering over my ear, “You’re mine tonight and you’ll tell me whatever the hell I want because you and I both know you want to be fucked like a meaningless whore. So unless you want me to leave you here, soaked and begging for it, you’ll say exactly what I want to hear.”

I swallow as his hot breath tickles my burning skin.

“Do we have a deal?”

I must be possessed, because it takes me less than a second to respond. “Fine.”

He presses his lips to my cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

My body shivers and he feels it.

“I want your mouth on me, Viola.” My eyes blink open as he backs away. “On your knees.”

He grabs my hand and guides me off the counter. From the waist down, I’m bare, so I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it on the floor. “Bra off,” he orders before I can kneel down. I wrap my arms around my back and unhook it.

Before I can pull it off, he brings a hand to my shoulder and slowly pushes the strap down. He plants kisses along my shoulder, slowly igniting my senses. He moves to the other shoulder and pulls the other strap down, repeating the same motion with his perfect lips. Once it falls to the ground, he palms my breast and squeezes it roughly in his hand. My head falls back and sucks in a deep breath.

“Your tits are amazing,” he says, bringing me closer to him. “I want to fucking come all over them.” He brings his mouth down on mine, stealing the gasp that was about to release. He rolls my nipple in between his finger and thumb, bringing it to a hard peak. I feel his hard cock pressed against me, and I’m greedy to taste it.

I bring my hand to his drawstrings again and this time, loosen them completely so they fall to his ankles. He kicks them off as I palm his shaft and feel it grow even harder.

“Goddammit, Viola,” he hisses against my lips, pressing his forehead against mine. “If your mouth feels half as good as your hand does, you’re going to kill me.” I feel his chest vibrate against me as he catches his breath. “I’m not coming in that filthy little mouth just yet.” He wraps both hands around my waist, pulling me up so my legs wrap around him. “We’ll save that for round two.” I hear the smile in his voice, and I don’t have enough willpower to deny him.

He walks us out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. He pushes the door open with the heel of his foot and doesn’t close it behind him. I know no one else is home, but it still feels risky. By the time Travis lays me down on the bed and towers over me, all thoughts of it leave my mind.

My legs are still wrapped around him as he presses kisses to my throat and down to my collarbone. Moans vibrate against my skin as he makes his way down my chest and covers my nipple with his wet lips. My back arches on impact, begging him not to stop.

“Shit, Viola.” He groans in between sucking. His mouth, lips, and hands are all over me and it still doesn’t feel like enough. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Fuck me, Travis,” I demand, tightening my legs around him. “I need to see what all the fuss is about.”

“Don’t make me fuck that smart mouth of yours instead, princess,” he warns with a smile. My legs unwrap his waist as he pushes off the bed. I watch as he walks to his dresser and pulls out a box of condoms. Knowing I’ll only be a number of many, part of my stomach starts to turn.

He’s right about one thing. This isn’t me.

I close my eyes and think about the heartache I suffered from him years ago. I was a kid, I know, but no matter what my age was, it felt every bit real. Could I give in to Travis and still keep my heart intact? Would this change anything?

Did I want it to?

I watch as he slips the condom over his cock and my body shivers just watching how hard he is for me. Travis King. Standing in front of me, naked and hard, ready to fuck me like one of his whores.

As bad as it sounds, I can’t deny how much I want him to use me. I want to use him just as much. I want him to see and feel what he’s been missing out on and if that means giving a part of my soul away to make that point, then I will. Because the truth is, sleeping with Travis or not sleeping with Travis, changes nothing. This is all a game to him, and I don’t plan on losing.

He towers over me once again, my head a cloud as I feel the tip pressed against my clit. My eyes graze down his face, chest, and to the happy trail that leads me right to the gorgeous cock that my body is begging for. His arms on both sides of me, veins popping out, and his sculpted jaw all in front of me makes it impossible to resist what he’s offering. Fuck standards. Tonight I’m all in.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He cocks his mouth to one side, a brow raised in confidence.

“Stop being a cocky asshole and fuck my tight cunt.” The words come out before I even know what I’m saying, but by the throaty groan he releases, I know he hadn’t expected it either.

“Jesus,” he says on a breath, pressing himself inside me. My back arches, greeting him, encouraging him to go in deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

It doesn’t take long for him to slide inside completely and form a rhythm. He grabs my leg and pushes my knee to my chest, driving himself even deeper. The sensation is almost too much, and I know it’s not going to be long before I explode again.

My moans are uncontrollable as I feel him against me. He pummels into me with no remorse, taking what he wants, and slowing down just when I feel myself building up. He knows it, too, and I’m sure it’s all part of his little game.

“Your pussy is so wet.” He leans over me, with my ankle aligning my face, and wraps a hand around my throat. “I could fuck it for hours.”

I tilt my neck, letting his fingers dig into the flesh. He knows I’m close and tightens his grip as soon as he feels me shuddering underneath him.

Oh. My. God.

Ohmygod. Ohmygod.

Holy shit.

There are no words, only gasps of air, because the harder I come, the harder he presses his fingers around my throat. Lack of oxygen fuels my orgasm even more, and I feel my entire body shaking.

I hear him let out a loud, deep, animalistic roar as his body tightens above me, trying to control himself. His hand releases from my throat and before I have a second to come down, he shifts off me and grabs my hips.

“Your pussy nearly squeezed my dick off,” he roars, sweat glistening off his neck and shoulders. “Now turn around and stick that ass out for me. And count.”

I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You aren’t the boss of me, Travis.”

The corner of his lip curls up in amusement before flipping me over on all fours and adjusting himself in between my legs again. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Maybe not, but I own that pussy and we both know it.” He slides his hand up my spine, pushing my chest flat against the bed and adjusting my legs so my back is arched up to him.

“Six,” I whisper.

God, I wanted to hate him. I do hate him, but right now, he’s managed to manipulate every brain cell into obeying him, even after fighting to stay strong around him. But I won’t surrender my heart to him, because I’m not giving in. Letting Travis King win would only feed his ego, and I’m not sure it even has room to grow anymore.

He positions himself against me once again and this time he’s not nice and gentle. He slides inside, deep and hard, going for exactly what he wants. I gasp and clench the sheets in my palms. He thrusts out and back in again, harder than the first time.

“Fuck...” I exhale. He’s deep and greedy, using my body for exactly whatever he wants. His fingers dig into my hips, driving faster and faster inside me.

“You let all your other conquests fuck you like this?” he asks, muffled by his heavy breathing.

“Screw you,” I spit out, widening my thighs.

I feel a hand slap across my ass cheek, hard. It instantly burns, but I don’t have time to react before he slaps it again. “Tsk, tsk, princess. You keep talking to me like that, I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week,” he threatens, his tone low. I don’t doubt for a minute that Travis King could ruin my pussy, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “Every step you take, you’ll be reminded I was inside you. Is that what you want? You want the memory of my cock fucking you like a fifty-dollar hooker?”

His words sting, but I can’t stop wanting to hear them. “I’d charge you double just for your brazen attitude.”

“Would that include extras?” he asks, fisting his fingers around the thickness of my hair and pulling my head back. His other hand wraps around my waist, holding me up. “I’d pay triple just to see you touch yourself, maybe more with a plug in that perky little ass of yours.” His words vibrate against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slides down my stomach until it reaches my clit. He adds pressure by rubbing small circles over it and slowly thrusting in and out, almost to the point of being torture.

“You couldn’t handle extras,” I say, self-assured. “I’m fairly flexible...” I drawl, hearing his breath hitch.

“You dirty, little cunt.” I feel him smirking against my neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess.” I feel him speed up and before I can respond, he pushes me back down and thrusts deeper and faster, hitting just the right spot to make me scream out. “Seven!”

I feel him release right after me, roaring and grunting as his nails scratch down my back.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, moving his hands to my hips and gripping them once again. “I knew you’d be a goddamn screamer,” he praises. “Took a little effort, but like I said, I have a one-hundred-percent satisfaction guarantee.” He slaps my ass cheek once again, almost as if to say ‘good game’.

“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter as he slides out. My body is limp and feels numb from the waist down, but I’m not letting his body and charm win my emotions over. “Perhaps you were taking so damn long, I had to fake it.”

I roll over to my back, giving my body time to recover. He stands on the side of the bed, watching me as he removes the condom and tosses it. His hair is slick with sweat, his cheeks flushed. His body is taut and the veins popping out of his arms are distracting. I admire his tattoos but stay focused as I remind myself how I ended up in his bed in the first place.

“You’re hilarious, Viola.” He props one knee up on the bed as he leans over with a sultry, shit-eating grin. In a low, deep whisper, he says, “You can’t fake the way your body responds to me, no matter how much you want to deny it.”

His lips are centimeters away from mine. I run my tongue along my lower lip before pulling it in between my teeth. I can’t decide if I should kiss him or punch him.

I groan, inhaling a deep breath. Stay strong, Viola, I remind myself.

“God, I hate you.” Seething, I press my palms against his chest and push him back. I stand up and toss my hair over my shoulder. So much for keeping my cool.

I walk through his room, having no idea where my clothes are, but needing to get the hell out of here.

“Yeah, I hate you too, princess,” he says right back. I glance at him as he pulls his boxer shorts back up, that smug look on his face driving me insane.

“Fuck off, Travis.” I turn back around, stepping out into the hallway.

“No need. Your tight cunt rode it raw,” he bellows, but I’m already down the hall, feeling the ache sting between my legs. I’ve never experienced anything like him before. I’ll deny it till the day I die, but Travis King and his royal cock have completely ruined me for anyone else.