Dragon: A Bad Boy Romance by Danielle Slater, Lena Blackstone Read Free Book Online Page B

across the room and gets right up close to me. I can see flecks of green within the blue of her irises.
    “Yes, you are,” she says.
    She's right, of course. No matter how much energy I pour into hating her, I still want her. But there's no way I'm going to admit it.
    “You keep telling yourself that, darling,” I say.
    She places her hand on my cock, and starts to rub me through my jeans. It takes everything I've got to stop myself getting hard.
    “See? Not interested...”
    She gets down on her knees, gazing up at me innocently. I clench my fists. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking that I want her.
    But then she unzips me, and pulls my cock out. And I crumble.
    She's licking me like a lollipop, her tongue running up and down the length of my shaft, swirling over the head of my throbbing cock, sending shivers up my spine and down into my balls. Teasing, and tempting. She gives me a look of smug satisfaction as she watches me. Enough. I'm going to fuck that smirk right off her face.
    I wrap my hands into her soft hair, and press her head down, sliding my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She responds eagerly, sucking me as she moves her lips up and down. Jesus Christ, she's good at this. I take control, moving faster and faster. I can't think about anything but her – everything else has faded completely. I can feel the back of her throat bashing against the head of my cock, and then she takes me further, until her lips are touching the base of my dick.
    My balls tighten and I know I'm going to blow my load at any second. I try to pull out, but her hands are gripping my ass and she won't let me. Groaning, I give her what she wants, my cum pumping into her mouth and down her throat.
    As soon as I am done, the spell is broken. I jerk her head away, and fasten my pants.
    “Thanks, darling,” I say coolly. She's made her point, but she can fuck off if she thinks I'm going to have sex with her. I'm sure Carl gives her as much dick as she can handle.
    “Happy now?” I say, as I turn to walk away.
    “Happy?” she says, and there's a note of bitterness in her voice. “When is anyone ever happy?”
    She slams the bedroom door in my face. Suddenly, I don't feel so sure of myself. I thought that she was making a power play, but the look on her face... Is she unhappy? Is that why she does what she does? But then I remember Carl. That's the kind of guy she chooses to be with. She's just a spoiled princess who wants to have her cake and eat it, is all.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four - Honey
     
    I feel as if I'm going insane. Just a short time ago, everything was okay. Well, not okay exactly – I was unhappy and desperately lonely. But my biggest problem was finding a way to sneak out behind my father's back, and wondering if he'd ever let me live my own life. But now... Now, I'd give anything to go back to that.
    I'm not lonely any more. Today, my father has moved Carl into the house, without bothering to ask me how I felt about it. I'm not blind, though – I know why he's done it. It's pretty obvious from the little he tells me that the 'threat' hasn't gone away. If anything, it seems to have gotten worse. The only thing I've been able to work out, mostly from listening at cracks, is that my father is getting sent letters, and he can't trace the source. I don't know what's in them – probably blackmail or extortion. My father has now insisted that Dragon is with me whenever I leave the house, even if I'm with Carl.
    All four of us are in the living room when Dad tells us that Dragon will be with me 24/7, and it's excruciatingly embarrassing. Carl is horrified, and immediately claims that it will damage his career and his public image to be seen in the company of a tattooed thug like Dragon. Those are his exact words – tattooed thug. I want to die. Dragon, to his credit, doesn't react at all, and just carries on sitting there silently.
    “I just don't think I can make that work,” Carl says,