AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I want to ask what the hell he’s doing, but then something cool and wet lands on my ass. His spit drips down to my pussy, mixing with my arousal.
Unexpectedly, he spins me to face him and rips the duct tape from my mouth. I gasp at the sting of pain.
“So I’m allowed to speak again?” I pant.
He flashes a devilish grin, pulling down his fly. His cock springs out right in front of my face. “I did miss that wicked mouth.”
Before I can object, his cock parts my lips, the vein on the underside of his shaft pulsing against my tongue. He holds me in place with one hand on the back of my head, the mask tipped back into place and his groans echoing beneath it.
I attempt to pull back, to tell him I want him fucking my pussy instead, but that only makes him thrust into my mouthharder. Each stroke punishing me for trying to escape him. A reminder that I will never escape him.
The reality of it finally hits me—I will never belong to another man. I will never know another man’s touch. Saint will never allow it. He will never allow another man to come between us. No matter how far I run or where I try to hide, I will always belong to my stalker.
He was right—I might as well start calling myself Briar de Haas.
I finally manage to pull out of his grasp. “My kink is getting fucked by my kidnapper, not blowing him.”
Saint’s low chuckle vibrates down my spine. He spins me and pushes me so I’m flat on my stomach with my hands bound at my side. He straddles my legs before nudging the tip of his cock at my entrance.
I brace myself for the assault, but he continues to grind his tip up and down my pussy, making me groan with need.
“Fuck me!” I growl.
He tsks. “The more demanding you are, the harder you’re getting fucked.”
Before I can bite back a response, he flips me over onto my back, bending my knees up. He slips the mask to the top of his head to finally reveal the hungry, black eyes and perfect lips curled into a lupine smile. “I’ve been dreaming about getting you in this position.” He grinds the tip of his cock against my clit again, and I whimper, which only makes his smile grow. “I want to stare into your eyes while I slide my cock inside you for the first time. The first time I make you mine.” An arrogant smirk as he squeezes my ass. “Don’t worry, muse. After that, I’ll put the mask back on, flip you over, and fuck you so hard, the only name you remember is mine.”
“We’ll just see about?—”
With lust blazing in his eyes, Saint sheathes his cock inside me to the hilt.
My breath catches. My heart stops. The words die in my throat, and I can’t think about anything other than every single inch of him buried inside me.
He reaches places inside me no man ever has, my pussy struggling to stretch around the wide girth of him.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
And for once, I obey. Our gazes are locked while he pulls back until the only part of his cock inside me is the tip. Then he slams back in.
“Agh!” I moan, the angle so deep, it’s almost painful. My legs are already trembling.
He thrusts into me again, making my eyes water.
Saint de Haas is inside me.
My stalker is fucking me.
“You’re everything I never knew to dream of,” he murmurs.
His tenderness makes my heart squeeze. Even in this position—bound and at his mercy—even though he hasn’t known me for long, I’ve never felt more loved by any man than Saint de Haas.
“Now.” With a smirk, he slips the mask back down to cover his face. “Where were we?”
He pulls out of me suddenly, making me gasp, and flips me back on my stomach. He straddles my legs and his cock plays with my pussy, slippery tip teasing between my folds. My wrists and ankles are aching from being bound and fighting against their restraints.
“We’ve established you worship my tongue,” he taunts. “Now do you worship my cock?”
“When you prove your cock to be a deity, I’ll cry out your name in worship,” I breathe.
