“Such a perfect, beautiful sight you are.” He follows when I shuffle up onto the platform. “In all the centuries before, I have never seen such temptation. Such utter perfection. Every inch was crafted for me. You are my gift for this captivity, and I will not let you leave me again.”
I’m on my back, braced by my elbows, staring up at the man I love being worn like a jacket. The tattered remains of my top hang off my shoulders. The hem catches beneath me with my struggling attempts at escape across the filthy floor.
But every attempt is tracked by him.
“Open,” he orders, gaze fixed on my center. “Show me where you let him cum in you.”
I hate that my body is immediately filled with a need to obey. To give him everything he asks as long as he fills that ache in my chest. As long as he quiets the pain. Letting him take me is such a small payment when those seconds of ecstasy have become a drug.
“Let Marcus go,” I counter. “You can have me if you—”
He’s on me before I can finish.
Big hands shove my knees wide. They’re pushed up my chest, baring me to the mouth he latches to my opening.
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it.
I tell myself over and over even while I clutch fistfuls of his dark strands and drag him better into place.
The demon groans in pleasure and triumph and runs the flat of Marcus’s tongue up my slit. The sweet bliss of it has me cutting a hole into my bottom lip to keep my moan in check.
“Did you like it?” His tongue snakes past the ring to where I’m still wet from Marcus’s release. “Did you cum on his cock? Did you milk your uncle’s seed into your fertile belly?”
He knows I did, and still, I wheeze a helpless, “Yes!”
“Did he play with your sweet little nipples? Did you hold his head while he sucked on them?”
The points in question harden for attention.
“Yes.”
“Show me. Tease them.”
My hands tremble, but I lift them. I cradle my breasts. Roll the nipples while he watches.
“He wants you to pinch them and pull. More.”
I do as I’m told and earn two fingers in my opening. He pulls them in and out, digits soaked. And I watch, mesmerized by the stretch and glide.
“His cock is hard,” Veyn states. “He denies it but he wants me to fuck you right here on the filthy ground. To put you on your knees and pound your greedy cunt hard enough to make your tits bounce. He wants you ride to him and moan his name that way you do when you cum and your hole gets so tight and wet…”
I cum and he smirks like he’s proven a point.
“Get on your knees.”
I do much too quickly. The filthy and tattered top is torn from my body and cast aside. He stands and my gaze immediately falls to the rock-hard bulge pushing up the front of his trousers. My mouth waters even before his hands are at the fastens. I watch with hunger as he strips for me.
“Want this?” he taunts, running a wide palm down the length of his cock.
Stroking Marcus’s beautiful girth.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
I know the answer is my mouth. That’s why I’m on my knees, but I need him inside me.
