Page 60 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

When he pulled back, I trembled at the darkness pouring out of him and eclipsing his eyes.

“You react to fear in very interesting ways,” he murmured.

“Only my fear of you,” I said without thinking. I shut my mouth quick. I was floaty, untethered, lost in him as he held me at his mercy.

Rune’s eyes flared. “Good answer. Though I’m not sure that’s entirely true. You gravitate toward danger, and I don’t think it’s entirely conscious.” He sighed, a wicked gleam in his dark irises that pulled at the corners of his lips. “I wonder if you respond to pain in the same way.”

I frowned. “I think I respond to pain like anyone else.”

“Nothing you do is like anyone else.”

If he hadn’t clouded my mind with desire, that comment might’ve triggered a cascade of haunting thoughts. Lonely thoughts.

But with Rune, all the parts of myself I hid yearned for him just like the rest of me, as if they knew he would hold and cherish them. Maybe even consume them. How could my darkness be too much when it stood in the shadow of his?

His words finally clicked, and my eyes widened. “You want to hurt me?”

When he grinned, I struggled against the shadow vines snaked around my wrists. His eyes narrowed on the movement, and it only seemed to excite him.

“You’re sick,” I said.

“And you love it.”

He took a step back from me, his eyes roaming every inch of my body. “Scarlett, my beautiful, helpless toy, I will bring you more depraved ecstasy than you could ever conceive. I will bring you to the edge of your limits, flood you with so much pleasure and sensation that your body will give out, and then I’ll do it all over again. I will find and exploit your every weakness and use them to both satisfy and torment you endlessly. I will fuck your perfect mind even harder and deeper than I will fuck your divine body. I will make you the best, strongest, most powerful version of yourself. I will destroy you and remake you in my image as your Master and God.”

My jaw hung open, but before I could call him a raging narcissist, he’d stuck two of his long fingers in my mouth.

The urge to bite was strong.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said. His hooded eyes juxtaposed with his smirk, as if he wanted me to fuck around and find out.

I had a feeling the finding out was him delivering one of his punishments he was far too eager to dole. Which meant both obeying and disobeying would give him what he wanted either way.

He chuckled as I glared. “Suck. Get them nice and wet.”

I hollowed my cheeks and tentatively ran my tongue along his fingers.

“Good girl.”

At the graze of my teeth on his skin, he shook his head at me.

“You sure you want to do that?”

He removed his fingers and spun me around before I knew what was happening, my wrists now suspended above me in the opposite direction as I faced the wall.

He ran his hand down my arched back, and I was suddenly self-conscious of what my short dress now revealed to him. He cupped my ass, letting out another hum of approval that made me feel things I shouldn’t.

Things like wanting to obey him, to earn my next dose of praise.

“Do you want me to touch you, Scarlett?”

“Fuck you.”

When his hand reached under my dress, brushing across my panties, I shuddered and let out an unconscious whimper.

Damn him.

“I’ll add that to the list,” he said, and my breath hitched when he tore my panties down to the floor.

---