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Traitors.
I turn to face him, my chest heaving, my heart racing.
“Come on, little whore,” he mocks, opening his arms wide. “Do you really think you can run from me?”
Nope. If he wanted to, he would have caught me before the coffee mug hit the ground. Vampires are fast, like Superman fast. I’d already be ensnared in his arms if he truly wanted me to be.
Drystan has me cornered, so I do the only thing I can do.
I fight.
There’s no hesitation in my swings as my fist flies past his face. The fucker dodges my punch. Drystan grabs my wrist as it flies past, throwing me off balance. Before I can even react, I’m thrown over his shoulder.
“Put me down, you brute,” I snarl at him, my fists pounding on his back as he walks out of the kitchen through a second, unlocked door. Should have gone for that one and not the back entrance.
I squeal when his hand hits my ass. It stings, my dress providing no protection against his hard hand. “Be quiet,” he orders.
“Fuck you, Drystan King, you bastard.” Ugh, I’m fucking wet between my legs for him, and I hate it.
Sort of.
His domineering personality and take-charge attitude get me going every time. Even when I don’t want them to. We end up in the little study next to his office. Drystan pulls me from his shoulder, cradling me in his arms for a moment before he has me straddling his lap on the sofa.
“You’re going to ride me, Thalia. Hard.”
My wandering gaze falls to his belt, my tongue unconsciously dragging across my lips in anticipation. I shift back on his lap, feeling the solid warmth of his knees beneath me. My fingers reach out to trace the intricate design of his antique silver belt buckle, the cool metal sending shivers down my spine. I can sense Drystan’s eyes on me, waiting to see if I will give in to his command.
And I do.
With a flick of my wrist, I release the leather strap from the metal and feel a sense of power and desire course through me.
“Take the belt all the way off and hand it to me.”
My eyes lock with his, the fire inside my belly growing stronger as I force myself to swallow past the lump in my throat. Memories of the last time he used this belt on me flood my mind, the stinging pain still fresh in my memory. My hand trembles as I slowly reach for the leather, carefully sliding it from its loops and handing it to him. I refuse to break eye contact, knowing that’s what he wants. His gaze never wavers from mine as he takes the belt from me and bundles it up in his right hand, ready to strike once again. The tension between us is palpable as we’re locked in a silent battle of wills.
“Keep going, little whore.” My pussy shouldn’t clench at those words. They’re demeaning. Wrong. Shameful. But I’ve never been the most well-adjusted person, so…
Continuing to follow his orders, I unfasten and unzip his pants, freeing his hard cock. I wrap one hand around his shaft, relishing in its silky softness, squeezing before sliding my hand up and down several times.Drystan’s head falls back against the couch. “That’s it, little whore,” he groans. “Just like that.”
Drystan’s hand caresses my thigh, his fingers teasing and tracing the outline of my wet entrance. The dress I’m wearing provides little resistance as he easily slips his hand inside, exploring and igniting every nerve ending within me. A low growl escapes his lips as he feels how tight I am for him.
Impatience courses through him, evident in the way his fingers curl and press deeper into me, matching the rhythm of his hips as they buck against my hand.
“Fuck this,” he mutters, a hint of frustration in his voice as he grabs me roughly and pulls me toward him. I can feel the tip of his hard cock pressing eagerly against my entrance, the promise of pleasure and pain.
I cling to his shoulders, trembling with anticipation as he slowly guides himself inside me. Even though I’m not a stranger to him, each time feels new and exhilarating. His size overwhelms me, and I relish in the burn it brings. A throaty moan escapes my lips as he fills me completely, giving me a moment to adjust before starting a slow and sensual rhythm.
A thick fog settles over my mind as I lift myself up and then slam down onto him, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of me. It’s an intoxicating dance between us, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as we both give into our primal urges. With each thrust, I feel myself getting closer to the edge as he watches me with lust-filled eyes, driving us both toward ultimate ecstasy.
“That’s it. Take every inch.”
I tremble, gasping for air as I follow his command. My knees dig into his thighs, holding us together in a primal dance. It feels like riding a wild bronco at a PBR event, the rush and intensity building with each thrust. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing them until I cry out, the leather of his belt biting into my soft skin.
Then there’s a sudden whoosh of air and a searing pain as the belt comes down on my ass again and again, leaving behind fiery trails of agony. I scream and beg for mercy as he continues to punish me, his words cutting through me like a knife.
But amidst the pain, there’s also pleasure, building and building until I can’t take it anymore.
“Come for me, little whore. Come for your master,” he demands, throwing aside the belt and gripping my ass tightly. And I do, crashing over the edge into pure ecstasy. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids as I cling to him, my body shaking uncontrollably. When I come back down to earth, I barely register how much time has passed. All that matters is being held by this beast of a man who now cradles me like the most precious thing in the world, his cock still throbbing inside me.
