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I was delirious with pleasure and my body demanded release, but I held myself back. I forced my body to obey the forces in my head, just as Markos licked the vulnerable skin of my throat. I moaned softly, my body vibrating with passionate fire.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you again, my love.”
“Please. I’m yours,” I answered, my voice hardly above a whisper. I sounded husky and tortured, even to my own ears.
“I know, pet. You’ve always been mine.”
The moment his teeth pierced into my flesh, my entire world fractured into countless shards of sharp pleasure and pain. I came harder than I ever had. The combination of ecstasy and agony rendered me immobile, desire slicing me into pieces and wrecking me completely. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand closed over it, blocking my sounds from escaping my throat.
I welcomed it. Desperate keening sounds echoed in my head, wild and primal, like a rabid feral animal.
Only, I was the one making those sounds.
My neck pulsed, and the edges of my vision grew slightly dim, the feel of him drinking from me hypnotic and arousing. It hurt, but it felt good.
My heart undulated in my chest, strong and powerful and I wondered if the force of it would cause it to slam out of my body. I felt like I was going to splinter into a thousand pieces and Markos would have to put me back together once again.
My fingers forced shockwaves of pleasure to simmer over my small frame, holding me captive in each powerful wake. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t dare take my hand away. I came again and again as he drank deep, until finally, he pulled away and a strange warmth dribbled down my throat.
“You’re so beautiful when you bear my mark.”
I sighed contentedly, and his lips lifted up in the tiniest of smiles.
“You’ve done well, Kassandra. I am pleased with you,” he replied, taking a hold of my hand and circling it with his own. My leave to pleasure myself was over and now, he’d taken back full control. His hold was powerful and intense. I thrived under it.
Ever since I had met him, far away in the confines of his villa, I had felt his pull. I had wanted to find him and when I did, it had grown all the more powerful. I had thought it was strong after he’d fucked me in his office, but now it only seemed to amplify in intensity.
I bit my lip.
“Now, you’re going to leave here. You’re going to run.”
The door to my chamber clicked and swung open, just a little bit. I watched it with a sense of wonder. How the hell had he done that?
A soft caress to my cheek turned my gaze back toward him.
“Go down the hallway and take the stairs. Run, my little warrior and fight your way out. When you reach the roof, I will tell you what to do next,” he said softly. I nodded. I trusted him. He was going to get me out of here. He was going to save me.
Slowly, he sat back, and I slid off my small, twin-sized bed. I pulled my pants back up around my waist, but my inner thighs rubbed together, slick with the remnants of my orgasm. I could feel the bite at my throat throb gently, but I didn’t touch it.
Slipping on a pair of socks and then some sneakers, I tiptoed toward the door. Looking back at him one final time, I smiled.
“You’re going to be mine forever, Kassandra.”
My heart leapt into my throat and I shivered with pleasure. I couldn’t wait.
I slipped down the hall undetected. The walls were barren, sickeningly clinical and I was suddenly awash with the intense desire to get away from this place. I’d been placed here against my will and any manner of consent had been torn away from me. It was time to change that. When I reached the stairway, the door clicked open just as I reached for it. The hallways were silent, except for the random scream of a mental patient behind me.
At least that’s what I thought it was.
Perhaps it was a real person. Or maybe it was the voices in my mind again.
I shook my head. It didn’t matter.
Rushing up the stairs, I took them two at a time. The sounds of heavy boots climbing up the stairs from below me sent me into a panic. I ran harder and faster and sprinted right into what felt like a wall, only it wasn’t.
It was a man. A security guard.
“What the fuck? How’d you get out of your room,” he grumbled, reaching for me.
