“So soaked for me,” he murmurs, pushing only the tip inside of me. My inner walls clench on him, and I bite my lip to prevent a moan from coming out. “Such a good little slut you’ve become, Sophia.”
“Drop dead, bastard,” I hiss.
Soren reaches for my hair, tangling his fingers with the silken locks, and yanks my head back. At the same time, he pushes his hips forward, shoving his cock as deep as possible. He bottoms out inside of me, my eyes widening at the sudden intrusion, and the scream of his name that falls from my lips is unpreventable.
“I hate you,” I cry out.
Soren chuckles. “Yet your cunt is gripping me like a vice. You’ve always been a terrible liar, Princess,” he murmurs. “But I have to say – fear is one of your best looks.”
His fingers grip my hair tighter, his other hand coming to wrap around my throat. His thumb presses against my pulse point, and he starts thrusting into me. It’s wild, it’s animalistic, and it’s filled with deeply rooted hatred. There isn’t a single romantic thing about this – my body is his toy to use, and the thought sends exhilarating pleasure down my spine.
“Soren,” I moan, my back arching further as he pulls me into his chest. His brutal thrusts don’t stop; if anything, they get rougher, more violent with each passing moment. I can feel him deeper than ever, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“That’s it,” he encourages, squeezing my throat. “Scream forme, you slut. The property of Sophia Sloane?” He quotes the tattoo with a chuckle. “You’re my fucking property, Sophia. Everything you are, belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your damned soul. Your pleasure is mine, and every single orgasm belongs to me. I let you have your fun, but I think it’s time I reminded you who the fuck is in charge.”
I scream out his name louder, and he releases his hold on me, bending me over the chair once again. His cock slams into me, and it’s ruthless–brutal, even. He’s punishing me, and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“Soren,” I scream out his name hatefully, tears streaming down my cheeks.
The bastard leans in, whispering in my ear. His voice is deceivingly soft, just enough to have me freeze in the moment, and slightly start to panic.
“I’m going to breed you, Princess,” he promises, not once stopping, slamming inside of me, his free hand coming to spank my ass a couple of times, just enough for the skin to burn in the wake of his fingers. “I’m going to continue to fill your cunt with my cum until you’re all swollen with my baby, Princess. I’ll make sure everyone knows I fucking own you, and that you’re mine, and mine only.”
A deep moan comes from the depths of my throat, coming out in a hoarse tune. He grips my chin, turning my head to the side for a brief moment, our eyes locking. The man is absolutely feral, his eyes almost entirely pitch black. The desire to own me is written all over him, and it’s terrifying to witness an obsession this deep.
“Open your mouth.”
Soren’s command makes me obey immediately. He’s always rather unpredictable, but in this moment, when his cock is reaching the deepest parts of me, and with each thrust, hitting that sweet spotinside of me, I don’t want to challenge the authority he clearly holds over me. So, I open my mouth wide.
And the bastard spits in my mouth.
“Swallow, or I swear to God, Sophia, I’ll drag you outside and fuck you for all the world to see.”
Immediately, I swallow, and a wicked gleam forms in his eyes. It’s a mix between clear triumph and something much darker, so wicked that it makes my blood run cold.
“Good girl.”
I shiver at his words, and when he releases the hold on my chin, the fear overwhelms me again. One of the snakes is too fucking close, and when I blink, it starts slithering up my leg. I freeze, my heart dropping to my stomach, but Soren doesn’t stop. He continues to use me through my fear, unapologetically trying to bring me to an orgasm even through a situation this scary. He laughs when he sees the snake reaching my thigh, and I can’t stop the tears that roll down my cheeks freely. I’m close to passing out, and I’m scared of what will happen if I let myself.
“As I said, fear is your best look, Princess,” he murmurs. “Come for me. Come on my cock while I breed your sweet cunt, Princess.”
Despite the fear that’s threatening to send me into a spiral, my body listens. I scream out his name, feeling the snake slowly reach my upper body, going right under my chest, and simply staying there. I convulse around him, my pussy squeezing his cock tightly as I come undone, the orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks.
“That’s it,” he groans, slamming into me one last time, coming deep inside. “Take my cum like a good little slut.” When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he gently takes the snake off me, and that’s when I sigh out in relief, but the overwhelming fear only makes black dots appear in my vision, and before I can even register what’shappening, my vision goes black.
NINETEEN
Home, sweet home.
The grand entrance of the manor greets me when our estate manager, Elliot, opens the door for Avalon and I. The man is in his fifties, with a warm smile, and always in his uniform. In fact, I’ve never seen him working in anything but the uniform, and I’ve known him for as long as I’ve been able to remember people and faces.
“Elliot!” I grin widely, pulling him into a hug.
He laughs, returns the hug, and slowly pats my back. “Ms. Sloane, you’ve grown even more charming than I remember.”
I pull back, still grinning. “Stop sucking up, I know Dad gave you a raise already.”
His shoulders slump. “A man has to try, no?”
