MATT’S POV
She slowly goes down on her knees and a dark smirk curls on my lips.
“Perfect.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks up at me, waiting for my next command.
I reach for my belt immediately and start undoing it quickly.
Next, my trousers drop, the metal of my belt clicking, then my dick springs free—thick, girthy, and long.
It’s already glistening, ready to punish the little murderer in front of me.
Her eyes widen at the size, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’ve been off the radar for days with no warm mouth to take the stress out of me.
Daisy used to drop to her knees the second I came back from stressful days like this.
That was usually Daisy’s job, but this brat kneeling in front of me is the reason she’s dead.
So it’s only right she takes over what Daisy used to do.
After all, she’s always wanted to have my dick.
I grab the base of my length and slap it across her pretty cheeks.
The wet smack echoes through the empty room.
“Open that fucking mouth, princess.”
She hesitates for a moment before opening her mouth.
Her lips wrap slowly around the tip, and shockwaves rush down my body.
I jerk forward, exhaling.
“Suck it, princess.
You’ve always wanted it all this time, right?”
Leaning in, her sweet floral scent overwhelms my senses, making my dick turn to steel.
It reminds me of Daisy—she smells just like this whenever she comes over to my house to spread that pussy open for me.
I bite down on my bottom lip as her tongue works its way down slowly.
No time for that.
She’s not my fiancée and I’m not here to make love to her.
I’m here to punish her.
I fist her hair, yanking her forward, then shove past her lips.
Her tongue tries to push back, but I thrust deeper, feeling the brat gag.
“Yeah… that’s it, princess,” I growl, voice low.
“Suck that dick.
I know you’ve always wanted to.”
”I see the way you look at me when no one’s watching.”
Her eyes slam shut, tears gathering at the corners as I drive deeper into her throat. New chapters come out on g.com first.
She’s choking, practically pleading, but I don’t care.
Such a worthless replacement.
Daisy was better at this with her eyes closed.
I pull out roughly, strings of her spit dangling from my length.
I pause, gathering a thick glob of saliva, then spit it down.
She spreads it along with her soft palms.
It feels so good and comforting, even making it sloppy.
Then I slap my length against her face again, smearing her with saliva.
“You want it, right?” I ask, and she hums in approval.
Just as I expected.
Such a little slut.
“Beg for it, little princess…” I snarl.
“Tell me how sorry you are for taking her while you drool on my dick less than forty-eight hours after her death.”
She barely gets two words out before I ram back in, straight to the back of her throat, and she chokes.
Her eyes water instantly, tears starting to roll down.
Perfect.
I hold her there tightly, even as she scrambles.
Her nose presses against my pelvis, her throat spasms and squeezes around me.
“Fuuuck—tight little throat,” I hiss, hate and lust twisting in my gut.
I hate that this feels so good.
It’s meant to be punishment for this little murderer.
Not wasting time, I start fucking her face in rough, punishing strokes.
I pull out just enough for her to gasp, then slam back in until her chin is soaked and saliva runs down.
She slaps at my waist continuously, her eyes wide, pleading for a break—but I laugh.
I want to feel those tears on my balls while I punish you for your sins.”
I tighten my grip on her hair, cutting off her airway completely for at least five seconds while I watch her eyes bulge.
That is deserved.
Murderers deserve zero pity—not even pretty ones like this sharp-mouthed princess of the Knowles family.
Fucking her throat feels so fucking good.
Better than anything I’ve had in a long time.
I hate how perfect it feels.
I pause, yanking her up.
“Stand up, princess.”
I push her to the wall.
She clings to it, her cheeks pressed tightly against it.
For a moment, I pause to admire how this little princess looks.
Pretty damsel.
I hate to admit it, but she’s such a damsel.
Her skin is like milk, and the structure of her face and body is perfect.
So fucking perfect.
More perfect than any woman I’ve ever seen.
One day, I want to take off her clothes and trace every line, every curve, every stretch mark of her body.
For a moment, thoughts of how she’d look carrying my baby fill my mind.
I snap out of it quickly.
She’s not worthy to carry my child.
Only Daisy is.
Without hesitation, I slip a hand under her gown, tracing between her thighs, and feel her wetness all over my fingers.
I hum.
Good.
“Seems to me like you’ve always wanted this,” I say, mocking her.
Unsurprisingly, she snaps her gaze toward me, biting back, “No, I don’t…”
A dark smirk curls on my lips.
“Lie again, princess…”
I crook my fingers, circling over her clit through the fabric of her panties.