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She gulped, terror flashing through her gaze. “Ripping your mask off to see who you are would’ve been a lame attempt. Before my hand even reached your neck, you would have overpowered me. I want your fingerprints. I want to know who you are.”
An intelligent, cunning woman deserving of a crown. “I’ve already told you. I’m Death.”
“Who are you beneath the mask? Behind the screen?” She asked, her hand trembling at her side.
Rage and admiration for her failed attempt to blindside me raced through my veins. I guided her to her knees, then stood and walked across the room. I grabbed a chair from her dining table and sat on it, adjusting my cock through my black pants. “I’ll tell you who I am, but you have to earn it, my little cum slut.” Even with fear evident in her face, she melted with my words. Ella McCloud loved to be degraded. It turned her on. Grinning, I removed my other glove and tossed it on the table. “Do you want to know who I really am?”
“Yes.” She rubbed her arms, eagerness flickering to life in her expression.
I spread my legs, the outline of my dick evident through my slacks. I indicated for her to come closer. Like a good whore, she crawled to me with her head down, bowing. She was a fast learner. Ella kneeled in front of me, and I flipped open my pants button. My zipper slowly lowering was the only sound in the room. Wrapping my fingers around my thick shaft, I reached down and tilted her chin up. “I’ll tell you who I am, little lamb. I’m the only man allowed to break you. I am your god, and you will bow and worship me.”
A little whimper escaped her, and it stirred my dark soul. “Who do you serve?”
“You.” Ella’s nipples pressed against the satin fabric of her robe.
I fisted her hair as I continued to stroke my dick. Standing, I repositioned her and pushed her head back on the seat of the chair before I straddled her face. “Open.”
My little lamb parted her mouth, and I rubbed the tip of my cock along her lower lip. She licked the precum off and looked up, her green eyes flashing with hunger. Hunger for me. Hunger for the darkest fantasy she was too terrified to indulge in. I eased past her teeth and groaned as her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft.
“Worship me, Ella. If you do well, I’ll forgive you for your lack of judgment. I might even reward you.”
Her hands flew up and jerked my pants down to my thighs. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, drawing blood as she worked my cock with desperation and need. She moaned around my dick, sending heat up and down my spine. Saliva coated me as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking and sucking in a rhythm that threatened to send me over the edge. Feral desire consumed me, and I pulled out of her mouth. My growl filled the room as I forced her to her feet. I sat on the chair and pulled her down, shoving my cock into her wet hole so hard she cried out. I roughly grabbed her hips, forcing her to take all of me. When I took her the other night, I hadn’t given her every inch. If she wanted to earn something, she had to serve her master, which meant she would bend to my will.
With one hand, I ripped her robe open, her full breasts bouncing as desire consumed her, and she rode me hard. Heat shot up my back as my attention landed on the still healing cuts on her breasts—my marks on her skin. I leaned over and plucked her taut nipple with my teeth, pulling until I knew it hurt her. Taking her into my mouth, I sucked and lapped up her pain.
Ella’s moan reached my ears, and I looked at her. Her lips parted as she bounced up and down.
“That’s it. I knew my dirty little lamb could take all of me. Now I’m going to cum inside you.”
I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and bucked my hips, hitting the innermost parts of her. My balls tightened as I shot my seed deep inside her. The world around me disappeared. The only thing that existed was this stunning woman and the feel of her drenched pussy wrapped around my shaft. Before she had a chance to try to turn on me while I was vulnerable, I placed my hands beneath her and stood.
“What are you doing?” She yelped as she threw her arms around my neck for balance as I walked toward her room.
I kicked the partially closed door open, then laid her on her bed and grabbed her wrists with one hand. Opening her nightstand drawer, I snatched up the pair of handcuffs and made quick work of securing her to the bed frame.
She tugged on them, fire burning in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
I tenderly brushed her hair off her forehead. “Getting you pregnant.”
Chapter 23
Ella
Furious for allowing myself to get into this position in the first place, I tugged at the stupid cuffs for the tenth time, just in case they loosened. Of course, they didn’t. The sound of my shower running pissed me off even more. The son of a bitch handcuffed me, then strolled to my closet like he owned the damn house and removed a duffle bag full of clothes and toiletries. He’d planned it all.
My cell phone buzzed, and I searched the room, finally spotting it on my desk. He must have put it there, too far away for me to grab.
Fear pulsed through me. Was he going to keep me captive in my own home so I couldn’t take the Plan B pill? Even then, I could terminate the pregnancy. I forced myself to think through the scenario and make a plan. The only thought that gave me a thread of peace was if I disappeared, my parents and Cami would come looking for me. Sebastian would also check in since he was worried about Stephen hurting me.
The bathroom door swung open, and a billow of steam swirled around Death as he stepped out in jeans, shirtless. He wore his grim reaper mask.
“How’s my Queen feeling?”
Quickly, I scanned his chest for any marks that might help me identify who he was, but I didn’t see any scars or tattoos. Maybe he’d kept his skin free of any marks that could give him away. He smirked as he leaned against the door frame.
“Peachy. You?” I muttered.
He responded with a low chuckle. He strolled over to the bed, spread my legs, and stared at my center.
