Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy #2)

One of the men on the other end of the call asks me a question, and I reach out and slap a button to hang up.

The Mexicans will be pissed, but I don’t give a shit. Right now, all I care about is feeding my thick cock down my little Irish hellion’s throat.

Her head jerks up when I end the call, the head of my dick leaving her mouth with a pop, but I shake my head.

“You’re not even close to finished, not until you take it all the way.”

Her jaw drops, her mouth wide, no doubt ready to protest, but I take advantage by wrapping one hand around her face and holding her mouth open with my thumb.

“Every single fucking inch of my cock is going down your throat before you leave this room. You understand me?”

Her eyes flash with defiance that just makes my dick harder. I lay my other hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw with both palms.

“I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it like the dirty girl we both know you are. If you say one word to argue with me, I’ll flip you over on this desk, take that plug out, and finish in your tight little ass.”

Instead of fear, which would have been an understandable reaction, her pupils dilate and she squeezes her thighs together, dropping a hand from my knee to reach between them.

“Touch that pussy, and I’ll clamp your clit beneath your piercing and make you scream for mercy while I deny you orgasm after orgasm.” My threat freezes her movements, and I continue. “Put your hand back on my knee.”

Defiance flares again in her expression but she complies, and her obedience spurs me on.

“Have you ever had your face properly fucked?”

She swallows, and shakes her head.

I tuck my thumbs into both corners of her mouth, forcing her jaw open. “Good. Because I’m about to teach you, and later, there will definitely be a test.”

When I open her mouth, she sweeps her tongue across her lips, wetting the tips of my thumbs in the process.

“That’s right, make sure those dick-sucking lips are slick, because your lesson is about to start.”

I rise, my hands still guiding her jaw open, but I angle my dick down as I push it into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Keira groans on my cock, and the vibrations carry straight through to my balls.

When my phone rings again, I rip the cord out of it.

No more interruptions.

Fuck the rest of the world, because I’m going to come down Keira Kilgore’s throat.

For months, I’ve tortured myself with thoughts of her being touched by another man, knowing that eventually, I’d have her at my mercy. Now the time has come, I’m glad she’s untrained. It means that douchebag Hyde didn’t tend to her properly, which is why every single one of my encounters with her has been so explosive.

Keira needs a real man to show her what she’s been missing out on, and I’m here to handle the job . . . and her.





Keira





Oh shit. I know I’m out of my league when he stands and begins to push his cock in and out of my mouth with measured strokes, each one going deeper until I’m gagging on his dick.

His thumbs stroke my face and my jaw. “Easy. Breathe through your nose. You can take me. You will fucking take all of me.”

His orders and commands don’t fuel my rebellion at this moment. No, I’m too busy feeling the victory from the way he ended his call and returned one hundred percent of his attention to me.

Mount is fucking with my life, but I’m fucking with his too. And then he rips the cord out of the phone? Priceless.

The head of his cock hits the back of my throat again before I’m ready for it, and I gag once more.

Mount shakes his head. “Next time, swallow me down when you feel the urge to gag.”

He pulls out and slowly pushes back in, and I try to follow his instructions but can’t. I gag on his cock and cough as he pulls it free of my mouth and stares down at me.

“How often do you fail?”

“All the time,” I murmur.

“Does it stop you from trying again?”

I press my lips together in a flat line before finally replying. “No.”

“You gonna give up on this? You gonna quit?”

Let Mount win and prove I’m not capable of controlling his body like he controls mine? “No.” I bite out the word.

“Good. Because you’re almost there.”

His hands cup my jaw again, and the softness and care with which he holds my face shocks me more than the fact that the goal I’m trying to accomplish is deep-throating him. But when it comes to Mount, proving a point is proving a point, regardless of the context.

As he presses forward with his dick again, I breathe through my nose and swallow, taking it all until my nose presses against the hard plane of his stomach.

His eyes light with triumph, but it’s different from before. It takes me another stroke and swallow of his cock to realize it’s not out of smug victory, but pride.

He continues to fuck my face, several strokes shallow and then one deep, each time alerting me with a subtle pressure from his hands as if preparing me for what’s coming next.

When I went to my knees before him, something I swore I wouldn’t do, my sole intent was to steal his power. But something else is happening here, and I can’t put a name to it.

“You’re gonna swallow every drop, hellion.”

I dare him with my eyes to try to hold out, but he doesn’t seem fazed by it. Instead, he fucks my mouth faster and faster, not going deep, but keeping his strokes shallow to focus on the tip of his cock. His hands never leave my face, even when he throws back his head and bellows as he spills down my throat.

I keep my end of the bargain and swallow every bit of it as he releases his hold and grips the edge of his desk to stay upright.

In that moment, I realize the game Mount is playing with me is more dangerous than he knows, because I just gained the advantage.

I almost brought the most powerful and feared man in this city to his knees, and I can’t wait to do it again.





Mount





My cell phone buzzes again and again, no doubt the Mexicans I hung up on in favor of teaching Keira to suck my dick, and I can’t even bring myself to care.

I don’t remember the last time I came that hard—outside of the times I’ve spilled in Keira’s tight pussy with no condom. I’ve never trusted a woman’s word that she’s on birth control, but for some reason, I trust hers.

It would take me one phone call to verify, but I don’t even feel the need to do that. Maybe because in some fucked-up universe, if I were to accidentally get Keira pregnant, it would give me an undeniable hold over her for life.

I vowed from an early age that I’d never bring a kid into this hell of a world. The consequences would be unthinkable. It wouldn’t just be a weakness—it would be the ultimate sin, by far worse than anything I’ve ever done before.