I trace the blemishes with my thumb, my touch gentle, and I feel a surge of protectiveness. I lift my eyes to hers and I creep toward her again until I am taking her waist and dragging her down. She looks panicked and confused as she lays below me, still cradling her dolly.
“Are you going to kill me, Hell?” she asks, her words trembling.
“I have to.”
She gives a nod, seemingly accepting her fate with watery eyes until I lower my face to hers, our lips almost touching. “But I'm not going to.”
Her brows knit together in confusion. “What?”
I reach up, my fingertips brushing away her blonde hair, wanting to see her clearly. My eyes circle her face before finally locking onto hers.
“I choose you, Noir. I’ll always choose you.”
She shakes her head, tears welling up, threatening to spill. “How can you say that? After everything I’ve done?”
I sigh, laying my forehead against hers. “Because you’re my Little Dolly, and no one fucking hurts my Dolly but me.”
A sniffle crawls up her throat, and I continue, “There is nothing in this life I desire more than you. From the moment you stepped into my chaotic world, you’ve blown my fucking mind in more ways than one and ignited an obsession within me. There’s no fucking way I’m letting you go. You’re the only person who’s ever filled the hollowness inside me with something… Good.”
I pause, letting the words sink in before I continue, “My loyalty to Kyro is non-existent, even more now for doing this to you; I’ll fucking kill him. As for Kai, he got exactly what he deserved. I can’t change what happened, and I may not have been able to save you back then, but I’ll save you now.”
She searches my eyes, desperate for reassurance. “But what about the society?”
I lower my eyes, thinking it over. “I need to speak to them,” I reply before I lift my gaze again. “Whatever happens, no matter what, I swear no one will ever hurt you like that again. With me, you’ll always be fucking safe.”
I see the guilt in her gaze, and I shake my head once. “Don’t do fucking that. Don’t think you’ve done something wrong. I don’t like it.”
“But you shouldn’t have to go through all of this for me, Hell,” she murmurs, tears falling.
I lift my head, taking in her facial features, “Don’t ever feel guilt, because I’d let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you’re untouchable.”
“Do you mean that?” she asks, bringing her shaky palm to my cheek.
“Every. Damn. Word,” I declare through tight teeth.
Her eyes soften as I wipe her tears away with the back of my fingers. “It’s time to recover your strength, Dolly. I’ve seen how fucking tough you can be—don’t let him break you now.”
She inhales sharply before giving a small nod, defiance in her eyes and I smirk, “That’s my girl.”
I lower my lips to hers, our connection igniting my dark fucking soul, and as our tongues collide, I growl. I slide my arm around the small of her back, gripping her waist, and when I drop down onto the bed beside her, I swiftly yank her to roll with me.
As she lies on top of me, our kiss remains unbroken, a burning collision of need and hunger. My hands move over the curve of her soft ass, where I grab handfuls, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. I push her long shirt up her back with one hand, exposing more of her to my touch, as the other wraps around the string of her panties, pulling them upward until they’re wedged between her pussylips.
After a while of touching her, feeling her mind and body unwind, I suck on her bottom lip, dragging it back until I release. “The moment you let me touch you was the moment you fucked-up, pretty girl. You’re not getting rid of me now.” I declare, and she grins, “I had a feeling I wasn’t getting rid of you anyway. I had little choice. Fucking stalker.”
I growl, slapping my palm down on her ass, “Shut the fuck up and show me how good you suck your stalkers dick.”
She smiles before gradually moving down my body. I watch her every move as she pulls me free and when she engulfs me, her warm mouth and tongue sliding down my length, I suck in a sharp breath, relishing the feeling as she clears both our minds.
It’s early morning, and I am sitting in the middle of my bed with Noir wrapped around my waist, riding my cock. Her arms are suspended upward, shackled in chains, bound to the canopy. With my hands squeezing her ass, I feel the ripples of her flesh against my palms. Her head is thrown back, moaning, lost in the ecstasy. I move one hand up the front of her body until I am taking a handful of her bouncing tit.
She’s building up to her third orgasm, and I am torturing her in the best way possible, making her stop and start, her leg muscles slowing down. Our shared moisture is like a fucking puddle over my thighs and balls, my throbbing cock soaked since I’ve came inside her juicy pussy once already. I couldn’t help it; I tried to hold the fuck on, but her cunt is far too good to fight the sensation. As soon as I'm inside her, the tingle that shoots through my dick almost tips me over the edge within a second every damn time.
“Oh, god, I’m so fucking close,” she groans breathlessly.
Her tanned skin beads with sweat, glistening like silk, her gasps coming out uneven. As I lift her heavy tit, I lower my head, taking her pierced nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her greedy cunt clenches around me, a loud moan escaping her lips, and she starts to ride me harder, more eager, the heavy chains clinking with her movements.
I give her ass a sharp smack causing her to screech,
