Author's Note:

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WARNING! This chapter gets a bit dark and has some lemons in it. I mean were talking dominant lemons with degrading dirty talk, etc.

Remember kids, Coriolanus is his own warning! Dude's a sociopath!

Anyways, have fun reading ;)

Chapter 3

June was taken back by how large the penthouse was as Coriolanus guided her thru the front door. Even with only the silver-white light of the moon, she could see that the entrance foyer was larger than the front room back in her wooden shack of a house in 12. She couldn't help, but wonder how large the penthouse was as a whole. Would it be able to fit her entire house plus those of her neighbors on her street back in the Seam of District 12 in it?

June was curious about the size of her new home, the 12th floor penthouse of a luxury Corso building. A building that had pillars and marble worthy of the ancient Roman Emperor Caesar himself.

Then it dawned on youher, that she was from District 12 and now was in a 12th floor penthouse. Was that a coincidence or fate?

The door slammed shut behind June, pulling the raven haired girl out of her mental reverie and reminding her that she's not alone; that Coriolanus is right behind her.

"I promise, she'll get a tour of the place tomorrow." His baritone, thick with exhaustion, echoed from the darkness. His black dress shoes clicked against the floor as he closed the space between them.

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

June's breath was caught in her throat as she stared out into the moonlit room, awaiting her fate. Whatever that may be.

The large room was silent, too silent, and she felt like prey about to be attacked by their predator. June's ears strained to hear the movements of her predator since she was too nervous to turn around and find out where the imposing head gamemaker truly was. Suddenly, a scream caught in the dark haired girl's throat as a large hand touched the small of her back; causing June to jump out of her skin in fear.

"Oh, darling, there's no reason to be so jumpy." Coriolanus' voice assured June from behind. His breath fanned over her cheek as he bent over slightly, towering over her like a weeping willow. His lips hovered over her ear as he reassuringly whispered, "You're safe here with me, your Coryo."

But was June truly safe with him? He was the man that had designed the deadly arena she was trapped in for days, battling for her life. How could she be safe with him? Surely she wasn't in any danger in the Capitol. The dangers were back in the arena. Right?

Turning slightly, June's Seam grey eyes searched for his face. Coriolanus' pale face was illuminated by the silvery light of the moon, making his pale skin have an ethereal glow while his normally icy eyes had a celestial glint in them. He looked as beautiful as an angel.

A fallen angel.

Lucifer.

Yes, he was as beautiful as an angel turned devil.

June blinked away the thought of angels and devils alike only to avert her eyes from Coriolanus' facial features and ask, "I survived the arena and I'm here in the Capitol now. Why wouldn't I be safe?"

A thin line crossed Coriolanus' lips as he thought how to explain things to June. He didn't want to scare her with the harsh truths of the situation she was in by not just being his, but the victor of the First Quarter Quell. One truth being that he was a powerful man that had enemies posing as friends behind large fake smiles at every turn that wouldn't think twice about hurting the beautiful woman on his arm, who made his cold dead eyes flicker with life, to get to him. The other truth was a much darker one. June was a victor, HIS Victor, but still a victor and every high profile Capitol citizen knew that a desirable victor could be bought for a night if the price was right. If the capitolite could pay a high price, then they could use the victor as their whore in any way they wished.

Now that was a fate Coriolanus refused to subject June to. June was his and he didn't share what belonged to him. Sadly, that wouldn't stop horny, lecherous capitolites from salivating over her in lust though.

He was going to keep her close at all times during public appearances to make sure that nobody could steal what was rightfully his. He'd also have Tigris make all of June's gowns match his event suits, just to drive it home to everyone in the Capitol that she was his and only his. If somebody so much as looked at her sideways he'd kill them and make it look like an accident. Coriolanus' mind quickly weaved the words to say that would pacify June. Rubbing circles into her lower back, he gave her the sugar coated truth of, "The Capitol can be a dangerous pit of vipers, my darling rose. If you don't know how to play the game, well, you're in danger of being eaten alive."

Tilting her head slightly, June countered him. "And I suppose you know how to play the game?"

"You supposed right, June." Coriolanus confirmed. Leaning his face dangerously close to hers, so their noses were barely touching, he vowed, "When the time is right, my darling rose, I'll teach you how to be a master chess player in the Capitol's games." His breath mingled with hers, that's how close his lush lips were to June's cracked ones, as he suggested, "Let's get to bed, darling. It's late and I do have a busy day come sunrise."

June's heart was beating out of control against her ribcage; her mouth went as dry as the desert. "Where-where's my bedroom?" She slightly stuttered, feeling overwhelmed by the platinum devil's looming presence over you.

"I was just about to bring you there, my darling rose." Coriolanus answered her.

"Okay, thank you."

As soon as June entered her new bedroom she realized that it was the master bedroom and even with the only light coming from the moon shining into the large floor to ceiling windows, she quickly took notice that the decor was fit for a man. Oh no. This wasn't just her room, but Coriolanus' as well. Shuffling a bit into the room as the platinum blonde man shut the door, the raven haired girl stated, "We're sharing a room.", although it did sound more like a question with how shaken her voice was.

"Well, considering it's my penthouse, yes, darling, we're sharing the room." Coriolanus answered, crossing the room to a large closet. "Strip out of your dress; I'll give you a shirt to sleep in." He told June, not even giving her time to make a remark about him owning the penthouse, as he slid open the closet door and reached inside of it.

"Where's your wife? Isn't this her room as well as yours?" June asked before she could think any better of it. The victor from 12 couldn't help it, sometimes her brain to mouth filter didn't work.

Coriolanus' body shook as if he was possessed by an earthquake. He roughly yanked a white button down shirt off a hanger, causing the wire hanger to fly out of the closet and onto the floor somewhere. Slamming the closet door shut so hard that the thing bounced right off its track, he spun around and seethed, "I told you, June, that I don't tolerate brats and back talk. I also told you in the car not to worry about Livia; that she won't be my wife too much longer." He threw the shirt at June, causing it to hit her smack dab in the face, only to order with a careless wave of his hand, "Strip and put that on; then get into bed."

With the shirt in her hand, June went over to the bed while he started to take off his white fitted shirt. Pulling off her floral dress, she heard him tell her, "She's across town in the townhouse she lives in. I use this penthouse, my childhood home, as a getaway from the hateful shrew." June didn't say a word, just slipped on the dress shirt he gave her to wear as a sleep shirt.

The moonlight shined over Coriolanus' back, which was turned to her, and highlighted his scars as he toed out of his dress shoes and pulled down his black slacks. June took note that one was a long silver thing, most likely from a knife or an ax wound, while the other was a burn scar that had marbled a large chunk of his shoulder and flank a white and pinkish shade. She's seen scars before, but those were always from mining accidents. Never like this.

Before June could think twice about it, she crossed the room until she stopped right behind Coriolanus. Her hands, slightly raw from handling a knife and the elements in the hunger games, shook as she raised them. June's fingertips lightly ghosted over the scars on his back, scars that he let nobody (not even the wife that he hated) see for fear that they'd think him weak or lesser of a man.

Her feather-like touch burned his skin as if the wounds healed from 15 years ago had been reopened with a flaming hot poker.

"What happened, Coryo?" June asked, genuine concern flooding her voice, as Coriolanus stood in front of her in only his boxers and socks. Socks that he desperately wanted to take off, but couldn't due to the tender touch on his back rooting him in place like a tree.

It's been so long since he's been touched so lightly, so innocently, that he'd forgotten how good an affectionate touch of a woman felt.

He put all of his effort in steadying his breathing (he was a grown man and a politician, not a green boy in his academy days) so she wouldn't realize the effect she had on him. Oh, and the effect she had on him was intoxicating. He could feel his bulge growing in the confines of his boxers. Only her innocent touch and genuine concern over his scars from what seemed like another lifetime, when he was another person, would make all his blood rush to his cock.

"I was caught in some life and death situations when I was your age. I survived and was victorious." Coriolanus answered, his voice clipped and measured, before he pulled away from June as if her touch burnt hotter than the flames of hellfire. Looking at her from over his shoulder, he sighed, "I'm not in the mood to share the story, my darling rose, so just be a good girl and go to bed." His head turned back around, causing him to stare at his feet, as he added in as an afterthought, "I'll join you shortly."

June didn't say a word, just turned around and made her way over to the large bed she'd be sharing with the head gamemaker. Her dress was strewn over the bottom edge of the bed, the soft cotton floral material contrasting against the dark silk duvet. The victor debated whether or not to fold up the dress and set it aside or just leave it there and crawl into bed.

The bed was large enough that she could get in without rustling her dress, but June decided against it. While she folded her dress, she heard the sound of Coriolanus collecting his clothes from the floor. With her now folded dress in hand, June turned to find a place to put it, only to see Coriolanus draping his clothes over a nearby desk chair.

She knew that he wanted her in bed, but she needed to put her dress up. It'd get lost if she just left it on the bed. So, silently, shr padded over to the desk and placed her folded up dress on the edge of it.

His back was turned to her, so he didn't see her. Honestly, June didn't know if she wanted him to. His interactions seemed all over the place when It came to her and, right now, she didn't know how to feel about that.

Before the platinum blonde man could turn round, the dark haired victor quietly rushed over to the king sized bed. June thanked her lucky stars that it was so big. It meant that she didn't have to worry about any awkward sleeping positions with Coryo.

Hmm…or at least that's what she thought.

Her Coryo had other plans for their sleeping arrangements.

June pulled back the dark pearly duvet only to reveal red sheets embroidered with white roses. The silky sheets were a pop of color against the duvet and pillows. her knee crumpled the sheets as she climbed into bed.

Coriolanus made his way over to June, watching as she sunk down into the large bed, looking like an absolute angel in it. Before she could even reach for the duvet, to pull around her shoulders, his voice sounded out with a simple order of, "Leave it. I'll pull it around us once I join you."

That right there, that simple sentence, was what tipped June off that she'd be sleeping close to the head gamemaker. A fact that had her stomach doing somersaults. June literally held her breath while the bed dipped beneath Coriolanus' weight. He pulled the duvet over their bodies before slithering his arm around her waist; pulling her close to him. Oddly enough, his boa constrictor-like hold made her release the breath she was holding.

Quickly, the victor came to terms with her new sleeping arrangements. There was nothing she could do, but let him spoon her with his bulge brushing against the swell of her ass.

He pressed a goodnight kiss to June's temple."Sleep well, my darling rose."

"G'night, Coryo." She responded as she heard his breathing start to even out, indicating that he'd found sleep shortly after his head touched his pillow.

Ha! Sleep well. That's rich, considering every time June closed her grey eyes she was transported back to her time in the arena. Different faces and names along with arena locations fluttered around June's brain as she tried to sleep, causing her eyes to fly open.

June doubts that she'll ever sleep well again.

June began to toss and turn, causing Coriolanus' hold on her middle to loosen. No matter what position she rolled into, her insomnia remained. Eventually she turned her raven haired head to the window, Seam grey eyes locking onto the silhouette of the moon high up in the city's black velvet sky. June couldn't help, but wonder how bright the moon was shining back in District 12 and if anyone back home was staring at it like she was due to insomnia.

"You need to sleep, darling." Coriolanus' voice mumbled out, causing his victor to stop staring at the moon and to turn to stare at him instead.

"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I'm back inside that arena, Coriolanus." June honestly told him, feeling her eyes grow heavy with sleep that nightmares would never let her get.

"It'll pass in time." He told the object of his obsession in a tone that had a sense of foreshadowing in it.

Coriolanus adjusted himself to sit up against his headboard, only to pull June close to his side. His large calloused hand wrapped around her neck, thumb caressing her pulse point as his prominent nose nudged against her button one. "June, you need to calm down and rest. Luckily for you, I know the perfect way to help you do that."

Before she could even ask him what he meant, his soft lips were hungrily pressed against hers. The fact that her lips were chapped and cracked from the elements she was exposed to didn't bother him. In fact the roughness of June's lips seemed to turn him on.

Coriolanus' hand traveled from June's neck up to her jaw while his other one dug into her hip. His long fingers held her jaw in a firm grip, that was borderline bruising, as his teeth nipped and tugged at her bottom lip.

Suddenly Coriolanus' teeth bit down into June's lower lip, drawing both blood and a moan from her. Quickly his tongue soothingly lapped up the metallic liquid blooming on her lip, causing heat to pool between June's legs. She let out a tiny whimper, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into her mouth.

June's breathing sped up unevenly as Coriolanus' tongue explored her mouth, entwining their tongues in an intimate dance. One of her hands dug into his bicep while the other found its way to the nape of his neck. He pulled away slightly, gasping for air, only to attack her lips once again. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to live and he was a man suffocating for a thousand years.

His hand ran up and down June's thigh, causing her to subtly rub your thighs together to try and ease the dull ache between them. A dull ache that was becoming harder to ignore thanks to him swallowing all the air from her lungs with his sinfully plush lips.

Pulling away from her, only to pepper kisses up and down her jaw, he smirked, "I see you're needy for me, my darling."

"Um…" June stuttered, feeling any and all words slip from her mind due to the heavy feelings of want currently coursing through her.

Coriolanus stopped kissing June's jaw, only to look at her with black, lust blown eyes. His baritone was rapsy, from the strain in his own boxers, as he orders, "Use your words, June." His large hand slung her leg over his hip as she sat next to him, slightly propped up on her side. His hand trailed up her inner thigh, teasingly. "Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

All June could do was stare at him with lust filled grey eyes. She knew what she needed, but being inexperienced June was unsure of how to word it. Her breath hitched as his hand brushed her inner thigh, close to where she needed his touch the most to soothe the growing ache in her. It was as if he knew what June needed, but was purposely holding back and edging her on until she verbally confirmed what she needed; what she wanted from him.

Deciding that her growing ache overpowered her impending embarrassment, June shyly looked at Coryo and softly said, "I need you."

A Cheshire grin of victory appeared on Coriolanus' lips. "See, that wasn't so hard to say now was it, my Victor?" His hand slipped out from underneath the hem of her shirt (his white button up) and suddenly his pointer and middle fingers were pressed against her swollen bottom lip. "Open." He demanded.

June opened her mouth, with the question of why on the tip of her tongue, but she never got to utter a word since he slipped his fingers into her mouth. "Suck on them." He ordered in a raspy tone, causing her to obey. June's tongue swirled over his digits before sucking on them. "Oh, you suck my fingers like such a needy little slut. Can't wait until you suck my cock like one too."

Coriolanus removed his fingers from June's mouth with a loud wet pop. "Unbutton your shirt, darling." Coriolanus told her as his hand disappeared under the hem of her shirt. As his fingers teasingly touched June's dripping folds, he all but moaned out, "You're so fucking wet. Is that all for me?"

"Yes." June squeaked out, feeling herself clench at his touch. A touch that felt both like fire and ice as he played with her folds, only to start rubbing gentle circles into her clit. "Coriolanus."June called out in a breathless whisper, fingers shaking as she unbuttoned her shirt, like Coriolanus ordered, while feeling the pleasurable pressure of his thumb on her clit paired with a finger ghosting her wet entrance.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Coryo?" He asked, teeth grinding, while slapping her pussy with a punishing force.

"Coryo…" June whined, shifting as a result of feeling the sting the slap left on her pussy.

"Oh, now my needy little slut calls me Coryo? Hmm…you learn quickly, my darling rose." Coriolanus told June in a tone dripping with a dark mix of authority and lust. His fingers went back to working her folds as if they were the strings of a fine instrument while devouring June's mouth in a heated kiss that was more teeth than lips.

June had finished unbuttoning her shirt and went to reach for his neck, to use as an anchor as he kissed her and played with her soaking cunt, but to her surprise he broke the kiss and ordered, "Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits."

June nodded and pushed her shirt off her shoulders, making it crumble behind her on the bed. Coryo's eyes were black as coal and danced with the fires of lust as he looked upon June's bare chest heaving up and down. He felt his cock get painfully harder in his boxers as he grabbed one of her youthful, perky tits; pressing an open mouthed kiss on the other. All while his middle finger slipped into the wet heat of her tight hole.

June's mouth made an O shape as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her tight hole, teasing her. One of her hands latched onto his shoulder while the other found itself entwined in his platinum blonde curls as his fingers greedily kneaded her tit while his teeth grazed her nipple.

"Oh…Coryo…" Fell from June's lips like a prayer as she felt him slip a second finger inside of her tight heat while twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Coryo pulled his lips from her nipple with a wet pop, only to darkly smirk, "That's it, June. Beg for me, beg for me to finger fuck you like a good little slut."

June's face flushed every shade of red at his dirty, degrading words. Oh god, his words sent a warm tingle straight to her core. What was wrong with her that such filth turned her on?

Stilling the pair of fingers he had stuffed in her soaking wet pussy, he stared her down and ordered, "Beg or I won't fuck you. Won't let you cum hard on my fingers, my darling rose."

Subconsciously, June darted her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips. With her chest quickly rising and falling paired with an achy need in her pussy, June obeyed Coryo. "Please, Coryo, finger fuck me like your good little slut." He raven haired victor pleaded, voice overcome with want.

Hearing June say 'your good little slut' instead of repeating his words of 'a good little slut' made Coriolanus go primal with an urge to devour her. Yes, she was his. June even confirmed it in her desperation for a pleasurable release. June knew she was his and that did so many things to Coryo.

"Don't worry, my good little slut, I'll make you feel good. I'll make you cum." Coryo promised, curling his fingers up into her pussy only to press against her spongy spot. The high pitch whine June let out paired with the way her hips bucked tipped him off that he found her g spot. "That's the spot that's going to make you soak my fingers with your cum, huh?"

"Uh huh." June mumbled as she felt him begin to thrust his fingers harder into her, making sure to hit her spongy spot every time.

Coryo bent his head down, only to start roughly kissing June's boobs while his hand worked her sopping wet pussy fast and hard. His teeth grazed the swell of her breast only to place a biting bruise there.

"Coryo…don't leave a mark…" June breathlessly requested.

Coriolanus didn't like to be told what to do, especially in the bedroom where he was always the dominant one, so June's request pissed him off. His eyes flashed dangerously as his head tilted up to look at her. Grabbing her dark hair into a rope and roughly tugging it, causing her head to snap, he warned, "Don't order me around or I'll stop and won't let you cum."

June's eyes searched his to see if he was bluffing, but all she could see was the truth behind his lust blown pupils. "I won't order you around. I promise, Coryo. Just, please, let me cum." She told him, desperate to cum since, during his threat, he stilled his hand (one again).

He added a third finger inside of her tight pussy, causing his victor to feel a slight burn at the stretch, and rubbed her clit with his thumb all while telling her, "Consider this a warning, since your still so innocent, my darling rose, but if you pull this again I won't let you cum no matter how much you beg. I'll just stuff my cock in your mouth and call it a night."

"O-Okay." June nodded.

Coryo smiled, happy that his darling rose learned her lesson, before latching his lips onto her collar bone. He pressed a few open mouthed kisses before sinking his teeth down into her flesh. His teeth grazed bone, causing June to let out a loud scream. His tongue tasted her metallic blood as he lapped at her wound. He soothed it with the swirl of a practiced tongue while pumping his fingers faster and faster into her.

June pulled his head away from her collar bone, only to look into his crazed eyes and declare, "I'm close, Coryo. So close."

Coryo captured June's lips in his, quickly letting her taste the metallic tang of her blood, only to pull away and murmur, "I know, darling. I know you are."

His forehead was leaning against hers as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her wet hole, causing obscene loud squelching sounds to fill the air. June's hips began canting up, chasing her high, as she held onto him like a lifeline. The knot in her stomach got tighter and she knew that any minute she was going to break and come undone.

"Coryo…" June moaned, clawing at him to anchor her in the moments before she came tumbling down.

"Cum right now, my darling rose. Cum right now like the little slut you are." Coryo ordered, his voice thick and raspy, as he roughly pumped his fingers into June's pussy while sloppily, but quickly, thumbing at her puffy clit.

June came hard with his name loudly falling from her lips; her fingers digging into his shoulder and scalp. She stared into his lust blown black eyes as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her, helping June ride wave after wave of orgasmic aftershocks. He only stopoed whenever she tugged at his wrist while whimpering, "Too much, Coryo."

With a proud smile on his face, Coryo removed his soaking wet hand from his victor's pussy and brought it up for her. both to see. "You're a very messy girl, June. Soaked our sheets." He chuckled before licking every single one of his fingers clean. Then he licked his palm clean and told her, "My darling rose, you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

He dipped his hand back between her legs, only to use his pointer finger to gather some of her juices. Removing his hand and placing his finger to her lips, he ordered, "Taste how sweet you are."

Without even thinking about it, June wrapped her mouth around his finger and swirled her tongue to taste her tanginess.

"Good girl." Coryo praised her while removing his finger from her mouth with a wet pop. Grabbing her petite hand, he brought it to rest on the large bulge in his boxers. "You feel that, my darling rose? That's what you do to me."

Looking between his bulge and his face, June asked, "You want me to suck your cock, don't you?"

"Yes, well, it would be nice considering what I did to make you feel good." Coryo countered, causing June to narrow her grey eyes at him. She was just asking him a question, he didn't have to be so condescending about it.

"I've never-" She began to tell him, only for him to cut her off with a simple, "I know, June."

He removed June's leg from his hip and got out of bed, all the while telling her, "I'll teach you what I like, my darling rose. Don't worry your pretty little head over it."

June watched him pull down his boxers, causing his hard dick to bounce up against his stomach. Her eyes widened at the sight. Yes, June's never seen one before, but by looking at Coryo's she knew he had a big cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. It had veins running alongside it and the head was an angry shade of red. Precum was leaking from his tip and all she could do was stare at it.

"It's so big." June gasped as he rejoined her in bed.

"You really think so, June?" Coryo asked. He knew he was blessed with a big cock, but hearing June say it gave him an ego boost.

"Yea." June nodded, eyes flicking between his hard cock and his eyes.

Coriolanus made himself comfortable by leaning against the headboard and bending his knees slightly. "Get between my legs, darling." He instructed.

"Do you want me laying down or crouching or?..." June trailed off while crawling down between his legs.

"Whatever's more comfortable for you. It doesn't make any difference to me as long as my cock's in your mouth." Coriolanus crudely told her. His eyes were glued to her as she bent down on her knees while placing a hand on each of his thighs. When June looked at him with a nervous innocence in her Seam grey eyes, it turned him on. "Place a hand at the base of my cock and start by licking the tip." He told her, knowing that if he didn't she'd probably stare at his cock wide eyed all night (well morning, but it didn't make that much of a difference).

She nodded before placing her right hand at the base of him and licking his leaky tip. His precum had a salty, musky taste to it but it wasn't horrible. In fact, June found that she didn't mind the taste of him. She gave his tip another lick, only to flicker herr tongue over his slit.

"Oh fuck…" Coriolanus gritted out. He felt his balls tighten and he knew that he had to get June to move this along. He couldn't cum just from her teasing his tip. That would be embarrassing, not to mention beneath him. "Wrap your mouth around it and suck, darling." He instructed her.

Nodding, June did what she was told and put his cock into her mouth. She began to suck, only to discover that his size made her jaw hurt. Also, he was so big that she started to gag on his cock. June tried to calm yourself and breathe thru her nose, but it was easier said than done.

Upon seeing tears leaking from June's eyes, Coriolanus groaned. "Darling, take as much in as you can and use your hand to work the rest for now." Reaching his hand into her hair, he added, "Don't worry, it won't be long until you'll be able to take all of me."

June let his big cock fall out of her mouth with a wet plop, only to look up at him and say in a worried voice, "Okay, but are you sure this is going to feel good for you? You're the only man I've ever been with and…yea…"

June honestly did want to make him feel good since he made her feel good. Right now in this moment the only thing that mattered was returning the favor. Anything else (like how he was cheating on his wife with her or how he designed the arena that she could've died in; get nightmares from) would be dealt with later.

Coryo's too small black heart clenched at his darling rose's words. How could June think that she was unable to make him feel good because she's never been with a man up until now? Didn't he tell her he'd teach her; show her what he liked? Didn't she agree to let him be her teacher? Was it her youthful innocence making her second guess herself?

Tucking June's dark hair behind her ear, he assured her, "You'll be able to make me feel very good, my darling rose, because I'll teach you what to do." His thumb brushed over her swollen lips as he darkly added, "I'm the only man you'll ever be with, June, because you're mine and I don't share what's mine."

"But I have to share you?" Came tumbling out of June's mouth before she could think better of it.

Coryo raised his hand up in the air only to bring it down against June's already bruised cheekbone in a loud, punishing smack. Grabbing her chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger, he lowly hissed, "I don't fuck my wife so you're not sharing me, June. Don't you dare accuse me of not being faithful to you because I am." Tears began to roll down her cheeks, causing him to use the pads of his thumbs to wipe them away. "You have nothing to worry about, my darling rose, I'm obsessively loyal to you and would never taint what we have by cheating."

If June wasn't still half blissed out from her orgasm minutes earlier his words would've been a huge red flag waving wildly in the wind. But, since her brain was still up on cloud 9, his words went right over her head. All she could do was nod her head at him.

Tenderly stroking June's cheek, that he just struck, Coryo sighed, "I really didn't want to slap you again, June, but you left me no choice by accusing me of making you share me with that awful bitch."

"I'm sorry I said that. I wasn't thinking." June told him, mostly because it was the truth. She really didn't mean to make that remark. It just slipped out.

"Yes, well, you need to be more aware of your words. You're in the Capitol now and saying the wrong thing here, well…just don't do it if you want to keep your tongue."

Holy shit! Was he threatening to make her an avox or just talking in general? Honestly, she didn't know and she didn't want to find out.

Threading his fingers in her dark hair, he smiled, "Why don't you get back to sucking my cock so we can get to bed."

So that's what June did. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock before taking as much of it as she could into her mouth. Using her hand, June worked what she couldn't fit into your mouth. Just like Coryo told her to do. Quickly, she realized that hollowing out her cheeks made it a bit easier to take in his cock.

As June's tongue slid up the underside of his veiny cock, while she sucked him, Coryo let out a low moan. "You're sucking my cock so good for your first time. You're such a good little slut for me." His hand tightened in her hair as he ordered, "Go a bit faster now and play with my balls."

June couldn't say a word, since his cock was in her mouth, but the look she gave him showed that she understood him. Quickly, she listened and started speeding up her movements while bringing her left hand to his balls. Her hand fondled his balls as spit began to spill from your mouth.

It was a messy site and it turned Coryo on. Seeing June, his innocent Victor, nearly choking on his cock with spittle falling from her mouth was better than any wet dream he could've ever imagined. Oh, and looking at her rolling and squeezing his balls full of his cum in her petite hand spurred him on.

Suddenly, before June could even comprehend what was going on, Coryo tightened his hold on her raven hair and began to trust his hips up. "Fuck, you feel so good. I need to fuck your throat." He groaned.

His balls began to tighten up in her hand as he fucked up into her face with a wild feralness. It was as if he was possessed by the spirit of a wild animal. He needed to mark his darling rose as his and what better way than shoving the tip of his cock to the very back of her throat.

As he bucked his hips, bullying his cock down her throat, she continued to suck him and use her tongue on him. Also, she never stopped playing with his balls either.

For June's first time sucking cock, she seemed to figure out real quick how Coriolanus liked it. Perhaps next time it'll go over without a hitch, unlike tonight…

June felt the roots of her hair burning as Coryo's grip on her dark hair grew tighter. "Fuck…June, I'm gonna cum." He bucked up in fast sloppy movements while ordering, "You better be a good little slut for me and swallow every drop."

June remembered how she heard some girls at school from the merchant sector gossiping in gym class about how one of the Seam girls was nasty because they heard a rumor that she swallowed. June remembered how when she got home she asked Ashlie, her older brother's girlfriend, what the merchant girls meant and she gave June a quick talking to about it. All she said was that girls who swallowed when going down on a man were considered dirty girls and not to do it. That no respectable man would want a girl that did that.

Well, it seems that all of that was bullshit because the head gamemaker of Panem was ordering June to swallow his cum with a look full of lust, neediness, and adoration in his baby blue turned black as coal eyes. Coriolanus Snow was a very respectable man. Hell he was listed as one of the richest men in Panem according to some late night talk show, so if he said to swallow then it wasn't such a dirty thing after all.

Suddenly, June felt thick, hot ropes of cum shoot onto her tongue and down her throat as Coriolanus let out moans and curses around the proper noun that was her name.

The raven haired girl did what he wanted and swallowed down his salty seed.

When she let his cock fall from her mouth with a wet pop, he caressed her cheek. "I see you swallowed every drop I gave you. Very good, darling." Using his other hand to pat the spot on the bed next to him, he said, "Come here, I'm tired and we both need some sleep."

Crawling over to the spot next to him, June sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go to sleep, Coryo. Every time I try I have flashbacks and nightmares."

Coryo adjusted himself to lay comfortably on his back. Stretching an arm out, in an invitation for June to snuggle up to his side, he tiredly told her, "You'll be able to fall asleep, June." As she settled in next to him, he added, "You're safe with me, my darling rose." While laying her head down on his chest along with resting a hand there, he pulled the blankets over both of them and said, "Just lay your head on my chest and remember that I'll always protect you." Leaning down to press a kiss to her dark hair, he whispered, "I will kill for you, darling. To keep you safe with me, I swear I will kill half the Capitol if that's what it takes to keep you safe in my arms." His sleep laden voice got even softer as he declared, "You're mine and I'll never let anything hurt you again. You'll always be safe with me, my darling rose."

June drifted off to sleep with those odd last words of his (a promise of safety, possession, and murders to come) going in one ear and out the other.

Maybe if she wasn't so exhausted, both mentally and physically, she would've paid more attention to those words. Maybe they would've made June run for the hills. Or maybe not.

Even a monster needs somebody to love them. But what is a beast without his precious rose?

AN:

Well...yea...that happened... Anyways, hope you guys liked the chapter. Hold on, cause Coriolanus still has to get rid of his wife Livia Cardew. Oh and June has to get some smoothering and concerned care from Tigris.