{SCARLETT'S POV}
I didn't hesitate. "Yes, my lord."
I pushed myself up, my muscles trembling, and shuffled on my knees toward where he lay sprawled on the ruined sheets.
His cock, still half-hard and gleaming with our mixed fluids, rested against his thigh. I leaned down, my hair sweeping across his leg.
"Not like that, you stupid slut," Oberyn growled, his hand snapping out to fist in my hair, stopping me inches from my goal. His grip was firm and rough, pulling a sharp gasp from me. "You think you get to start with the easy part? You'll clean what you've made of me, but you'll do it on my terms. Open your fucking mouth."
He didn't give me a chance to obey. His other hand, calloused and strong, clamped around my jaw, his fingers pressing into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. I could only stare up at him, my lips parted, my breath coming in ragged little puffs.
