His grip eases up on my throat, and his dick slips out when he sets me down on my feet. I’m weak and shaking.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, stroking my hair out of my face before cupping my chin. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every last drop, sweetheart. Understood?”

I nod softly as he applies pressure to my shoulders. My knees connect with the cold, sticky floor and rough hands pull my hair up in a ponytail while I sway, unsteady. Grayson slaps my cheek gently. “Open that pretty mouth.”

I can barely keep my eyes open—I’m that exhausted from his brutal fucking. But I do as instructed, gagging when his cock hits the back of my throat.

His grip on my hair tightens, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Look at me, Willow. Give me those beautiful eyes.”

My gaze slides up, locking on his, and he thrusts his hips. When I choke, he holds me frozen, my hair twisted in a tight pony. He picks up the pace, fucking my mouth faster with deep rolls of his hips. “Fuck, that’s it. Relax. Let Daddy have that tight throat.”

I try to breathe through my nose, but it’s difficult when he gives me no respite and no time to catch my breath. My nails dig into his thighs. I push back against him, but he takes what he wants.

“Did you let that boy fuck your face?” Pulling out, he slaps my cheek with his dick. “Did you?”

“No.”

Forcing his fingers into my mouth, his other hand in my hair, he drags his digits over my tongue before replacing them with his cock.

Two more thrusts… three… four… “Fuck!” His hot cum hits the back of my throat and beads on my tongue. Pulling out, he slams my mouth shut and says, “Swallow! Don’t let it escape.”

When I’ve followed his instructions, he steps back and tucks his cock away. Then he roughly palms my face before cupping my chin and guiding my eyes up to his. “Act like a whore, and I’ll fuck you like one.”

His words are meant to humiliate. If Daddy wants to play, I’ll set out the pieces on the board. Spreading my knees on the sticky floor, I fall forward on my hands. Gazing up at him from beneath my dark lashes, I purr, “What makes Daddy think I want to be fucked like a good girl?”

I don’t miss the clenching of his fists. He’s trying to control himself.

I don’t like control.

“Come out to play, Daddy,” I purr, rocking on the floor and jutting my ass out. “Hurt me, Daddy, claim me. Fuck me like a slut.”

His queen topples over, and he escapes the room as though he’s on fire.

Sitting back on my ass, I smile to myself. Grayson is mine. We both know the woman with amber hair can’t give him what he wants. She’s afraid of his monster that lurks in the shadows. She doesn’t set traps to lure it out like I do. Unlike me, she shies away from the darkness in his gaze.