I push her into the pantry and slam the door behind us, then shove her against the shelves, gripping her wrists and pinning them behind her.

“What the fuck!” She struggles, knocking over some jars.

I don’t care. I tighten my grip. “Suitors, brat? Is that what you want?”

“What business is it of yours?” she snaps, her breath coming out in pants.

I can almost smell her arousal. My little brat gets off on crossing me. “You don’t need suitors.” I growl. “I know exactly what you need.”

“What’s that?” She stares up at me, challenge in her eyes.

I let go of her wrists and grip her shoulders, then swipe her ankles with my foot. She drops. I catch her and ease her to the floor.

“Hey!”

I get a fistful of her hair and pull, then reach for my fly with my other hand.

Her mouth opens in shock, and she finally stills, down on her knees, right where I want her.

“Keep it wide, brat.” I reach into my pants and pull out my hard cock, then run the tip along her lips.

“What are you–”

I press it into her hot, wet mouth, then groan at how good it feels. The reasonable part of me tries to stop me, to tell me this is wrong. But I’ve already snapped. I’m already gone. And when I push my cock deeper into her mouth, I shut down the reasonable part of me for good.

“Take it all, little brat. You want cock? I’ve got it right here for you.” I thrust in and out of her mouth.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide, and then she grips my thighs, a moan in her mouth as she sucks me.

I grunt, my hips moving faster as I pull her hair with both hands, fucking her hot mouth as her tongue licks along my shaft. More and more, I push against her throat. She gags a little, her eyes watering, and I feel my release coming. I grip her tightly.

“Take it all. I want you to swallow every last drop, Carina.” I come on a harsh groan, my cock spilling inside her mouth as she slurps and swallows, licking up my seed as I take in deep, shaking breaths.

When I finally catch my breath, I pull out and reach down, grabbing her and lifting her back to her feet. Tucking myself back in, I meet her gaze.

“Keep testing me, Carina. Keep testing me, and the next time I’m going to shove myself inside that virgin cunt of yours.” The words are mine. They’re on my lips, but it’s the snapped version of me talking. The level-headed Gilly would never say anything remotely like this. Never do anything like this.