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The fear in her beautiful brown eyes feeds the monster in me. It feeds the wicked, possessive being I can’t control around her.
“No, baby. I make no sense anymore,” I growl low. “It’s you. Don’t you get that? It’s you messing with my brain, messing with my sanity. I had so little of it and look at me now.” I smile widely, and I can’t even imagine what I look like to her. “Utterly in love.”
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BILLIE
SWEAT - PatrickReza
His smile is demonic. He looks like the devil, covered in blood and proud of it.
Caden feeds from people’s fears and mistakes. He waits for anyone to provoke him in any way and pounces to nourish the monster in him. And the way he’s looking at me right now? I’m his next prey and am not getting out of this tattoo parlor before he gets his way with me.
If Caden is the devil ready to destroy me, and I’m dying for him to devastate me, what does that mean? If he’s crazy, what am I? Like him?
Worse?
“Your clothes, little bee,” he says impatiently. “I want them off, and I want you on all fours. I’m going to fuck you covered in his blood.” He grabs his dick through his jeans and his crazy eyes meet mine.
I drop my top to the floor and undo my jeans.
What am I doing?
Constantly jumping to action when Caden orders something. Getting wet from him forcing me to do things I don’t want to do.
He tattooed me.
Marked me as nothing but his. I’m not a person, not a human being with feelings and needs and wants. In his mind, I’m just his property, and he marked me as such.
Owned by Caden King. That tattoo on my ribs and the crown added to my NSC dagger make me want to cry…and yet I’ve let him fuck me and make me feel all sorts of ways.
And I want more.
So much more.
Finally naked, I lower to my knees in front of him. When he gets close to me, I put my hands on the button of his jeans.
“Would you look at that,” he says as his hand grabs my ponytail. “I’ve finally made a good, obedient girl out of you.”
I pull his throbbing dick out of his boxers, and my heart speeds up. How can I have gone from being scared of it to salivating in front of it? What has this man done to me?
“Open, baby,” he rasps.
I brush my lips against it and slowly open my mouth. Hesitantly, I wrap my tongue against his tip, then move to the underside before looking up. His eyes are bright from lust and impatience, though he doesn’t move and doesn’t push me. He knows this is a big step for me. This is how it all started. And he’s not forcing me anymore.
No matter how fucked it is, I’m doing it out of my own need, and I don’t even want to think about what that makes me.
I wrap my lips around him and take him into my mouth, running my tongue under his dick as I feel his hand tighten in my hair and the hiss from his mouth warming the top of my head. I look up to watch him looking down at me, so much love in his gaze I feel it all the way to my toes.
There is a dead man behind him. A man he killed for me. Out of his own irrationality, but for me nonetheless. And it warms my stomach all the way down to between my legs.
I feel my pussy tightening as I take it further into my mouth and down my throat.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
Keeping my lips firm around him, I pull forward and back, bobbing my head up and down as I do so and making sure to keep my tongue running along his shaft.
“Shit,” he grunts after a minute. “You’re gonna make me come.” He pulls away from me in a sudden movement. Completely out of reality, I follow and end up falling on all fours.
