Page 90 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

Rune and his shadows eclipsed my view of the stars for a moment before he was down between my legs.

“You may move and speak to your heart’s desire now, Little Seductress,” he said.

I gasped when he shoved my skirt up all around me, exposing my lower half to him. He tore off my panties and shoved my legs open. When he kissed my thigh, just above my knee, it felt like a scorching brand.

“Sensitive thing,” he hummed into my skin, and I shivered. “Your skin tastes so sweet.” His lips skated higher, reaching my inner thigh. His touch sent jolts of electricity through my nerves, the bundle between my thighs pulsing and painfully thirsting for touch. “This perfect, pretty pussy is mine, Scarlett.”

His filthy words had my thighs inching closer together. He slapped one of them, and I yelped in surprise from the sharp sting.

“Keep them wide open, or you won’t like what I slap next.”

“Rune,” I rasped in surprise. He wouldn’t do that, would he?

I looked down at him, and when I saw his hooded eyes and demonic smirk, I knew that he most certainly would.

He kissed closer to where I needed him, burned for him. He teased me, his tongue running from my innermost thigh to my folds as my breath hitched. My blood was molten, goosebumps erecting on every inch of my skin. He only skimmed his target before drawing away, making me let out a soft noise of frustration.

“Ask nicely,” he said.

I couldn’t hide my glare.

That was when he did it. His hand darted out faster than I could track it, landing with a biting sting on my clit that had me jolting. I cried out in surprise, bucking as Rune grabbed my hips and pushed me back down. My legs fought against him, instinctively attempting to close back together. Suddenly his thorny branches launched from his skin and became solid, thorns tucked in, wrapping around my arms and torso and pinning them to the ground. Then others spread my legs, preventing me from closing them if I tried.

“I think I told you not to look at me disrespectfully, did I not?”

I was helpless, locked in place, bare and spread wide before the most ruthless vampire in Valentin.

“I also told you what would happen if you tried to close those legs and hide what I own from my sight,” he continued.

“I only closed them because you hit me,” I talked back, my voice throaty. That was when I felt the unmistakable surge of moisture drip from my exposed core.

Rune saw it too. He looked from between my thighs back up to my eyes with so much desire that I could’ve sworn it flooded through my own body, siphoned straight from his veins.

“I don’t care why you disobeyed me, baby, only that you did,” he said.

I tensed. I couldn’t move with his shadows pinning down my every limb. I could only brace myself. His hand came down, and this time, I screamed. The pain was like nothing else I’d felt before, a mix of a sting and a surge of pure lightning that lit up my body in a confusing tangle of pleasure and torment.

“Looks like I have the pleasure of listening to music and screaming. My favorite combination,” he said. “It also would appear as though I was right all along. You respond to pain exactly how I thought you would.”

“I respond to pain like it’s fucking pain!” I yelled at him. I could hardly recognize my own voice, aftershocks of biting, dark gratification spreading from my core to the rest of my body like ripples in a pond. More wetness gathered, and my cheeks heated.

Rune blinked at me, once, then twice, his brows raised. That was when I felt another tendril of shadow creeping up my neck. I writhed and fought futilely, his magickal appendages only growing tauter the more I moved. The strangely smooth arm of chilly darkness reached my face and covered my mouth.

“Rune,” I protested, the word lost and muffled as the shadow tightened into place.

“Consequences,” he said with a deadly smile. Then he kissed where he’d just slapped, and my eyes rolled back when his tongue finally, accursedly, met its mark. At first, he was gentle, soothing the tenderness in a wordless apology.

As I relaxed, so too did my bindings, no longer digging roughly into my flesh as they held me in place. My moans were muffled against my shadow gag as Rune went from soothing to sucking, his mouth creating a pulsing sensation against my clit that had me writhing with pleasure.

Wave after wave of long, sought after relief coursed through me, driving me higher to that ultimate peak.

“Not yet,” Rune said, his words a cruel whisper that feathered across my needy cunt.

All I could do was whimper pitifully when he went back to lightly teasing, stagnating the pleasure and stealing back my release.

“The only words that should exit your lips when I tell you that you belong to me are yes, Rune. Or, better yet, yes, Sir, like you have some damn respect,” he said, his tone ice. “That is the only response I will tolerate when I ask if you’re my toy, my plaything, my doll, my pet, my good girl. Is that understood?”

I trembled under the cool grip of his shadows, this magick that thrummed with wicked power, no doubt responsible for the deaths of thousands before I’d even been born.

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