And after the day I’ve endured, I know I’d lose control.
She deserves more than that.
She deserves the control I pride myself on.
My fist works faster, tightening on each upward stroke.
“That’s it,” I grit out, and her chest rises, so I close my eyes to imagine her tits bouncing in my face. My mouth captures her nipple, and I tug it into my mouth, sucking hard. Her fingers drag through my hair, drawing me closer while her moans of pleasure fill my ears.
I pump my cock harder.
Faster.
My balls ache, filling with a need to spill my warm cum.
I’d slam inside her, causing her to scream, and bite into her plump flesh, marking her tit before moving on to the next.
My eyes snap open, and I stare at the screen. The way she swallows has pre-cum sliding down my shaft.
“Such a perfect little toy to ruin.” I groan and imagine holding her nipple between my lips and sucking to the point of pain. She whines and tries to push me away, but I remain planted deep inside her, forcing her ass cheeks apart with my thick hands as I push a finger from each hand deep inside her asshole. “That’s it, little slave. You’re being thoroughly fucked. Like the perfect toy I purchased you for.”
A shiny object in her hand catches my eye, stopping my movements.
“What the fuck is that?”
My arousal dissipates as realization takes over.
She has the shard of glass from the day I smashed the mirror in the room.
Then she throws another glance toward the door, confirming my suspicions.
She’s going to run.
All-out fury has me erupting from the chair, sending it toppling to the floor as I tuck my cock away, buckle up my belt, and rush from the room.
I’m going to fucking kill her.
The library is on the floor above, and when my bodyguard steps forward, I give my head a shake and head up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
My blood pressure spikes with each second ticking by.
Does she really think she can run from me?
How far would she get?
“You’re mine, Little Toy, nobody takes what belongs to me,” I growl.
Hevan
My heart pounds as I glance toward the door again.
Elizabeth brought me a glass of water ten minutes ago, and normally, I’m left alone now for at least an hour.
There was no guard on the door this morning, which means Azrael’s threat of killing someone because of me won’t stand.
Just the thought of him sends a wave of trepidation through my veins for no reason other than I know I will miss him if I make it out of here.
I’m holding the glass so tightly it cuts into my hand, but I refuse to acknowledge it, hoping I don’t have to use it but also willing to if necessary.
