"You're kidding right?" I asked in disbelief.
Cassian's gaze sharpened. "Do I look like I am?"
I swallowed, unsure of the line I was about to cross.
"You can't do this." I fought back.
"What do you think I meant when I said I own you know?" His gaze remained sharp and piercing through me without mercy.
I paused, reminding myself what I got into and then shoved my hesitations aside.
I moved awkwardly at first, tongue pressing flat against the underside as I bobbed my head, taking more of him in.
I pulled away but his hand was already there, wrapping around himself with that same lazy stroke. "Go on," he said, voice flat as concrete. Just those two words, like he was ordering coffee.
My stomach turned. The taste from before was still on my tongue, sharp and wrong. I leaned forward anyway, hating every inch. My lips brushed the tip and I took him in, just the head, trying to remember how girls did this in porn.
