The Ritual Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: College, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
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She’s gasping for breath while coughing up water at the same time. It’s the only sound in the church. Everyone below sits silent, patiently waiting for me to claim my chosen one. Matt included. I hope the fucker sees how much she wants this. Me.

She’s hunched over the best she can without her face being in the water, most of her now wet hair covers it. She can’t do anything about it since her hands are still cuffed behind her back.

I pull my hard cock out and stroke it a few times, allowing her an extra second to catch her breath, knowing I’m about to make it worse. Then I reach out, gently moving her hair from her face with my fingertips to get a look at her. Black puddles under her eyes before running down her cheeks. Her wet lashes are stuck together, and her parted lips are trembling while water runs off her chin. Her pretty blue eyes are red and full of apprehension.

It’s too late now, little one. You belong to me.

I slide my hand through the water, gathering up all her long, wet hair to the back of her neck. Once I have it all, I grip it and yank her to me. “Kneel,” I order, and her knees fall to the third step, below me, making her whimper. “Open your mouth.”

Her wide eyes look over my dick, and I smile at the look of terror she has. She takes in one last deep breath and licks her lips before opening her pretty painted mouth for me. Gripping the base of my cock, I slide it into her mouth.

I’m not gentle.

Her gagging fills the space of the church, and the water once again rolls over the sides while I control her head. Up and down, it bounces on my dick. She’s trying to fight me and pull away, but I don’t let go. Instead, I grip her hair harder, forcing more of my cock down her throat. She closes her eyes tightly, and her face scrunches as I hit the back, making her gag again.

“Look at me,” I demand.

Her eyes open, and I can see the tears run down her cheeks through the water already covering her face. “Relax and open up for me,” I whisper to her, slowing my rhythm, giving her a second to catch her breath. She blinks, and new tears run down her face. I scoot forward, my ass hanging off the end of the step, getting in a better position.

I pull out, and she sucks in a gasp. “Open wide for me,” I say softly, wiping the tears from her face with my free hand, smearing the black eyeliner and mascara. “Stick your tongue out and breathe through your nose.”

Swallowing, she opens her mouth as wide as it’ll go and sticks her tongue out.

I bring her head down, her mouth taking me in once again. I lean my head back and close my eyes, not caring to watch, just wanting to come. I hit the back of her throat, and her body fights me while the gagging returns. This time, I don’t let up.

My balls tighten, and my breathing picks up. I shove her head down one last time and hold it there as I come, forcing her to swallow.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BLAKELY

I’M GASPING FOR a breath as his cum, water, and drool runs down my chin. My body shakes uncontrollably, my knees rubbed raw from the steps. Everything hurts from tensing, and my hands have gone numb from the handcuffs.

I remain kneeling as he lets go of me and stands. I look up at him through the tears that still fall and watch him stick his semi-hard dick into his wet jeans before zipping them up. He’s big—in both length and girth. My jaw hurts from keeping it open, and my throat is sore from how rough he was.

Leaning down, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me to my feet. I’m not even sure I can walk; my legs are shaking so hard. He pulls me out of the water and over to the stairs. I drop my head to stare at my wet heels while water runs off our soaked clothes.

He releases my arm and grips my hair, yanking my head up, and I whimper. “Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.”

Leading me down the stairs, we go left at the bottom, and I keep quiet as he takes me down a hallway and to a door.

We step outside. Looking around, I can’t see much. It’s dark outside, and there’s only a single light on the building above us to illuminate this area.

The cathedral is surrounded by woods, and I squint, trying to see out into the trees. The wind picks up, and I shiver. My soaking wet dress clings to my body, and water still runs down my legs.


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