Page 50 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

“Suck it for me, baby girl.”

I stared at Finn blankly, and when he was two seconds away from whipping his dick out, I put my hand on his to stop him.

“You know what, I’m feeling like I’ve had too much to drink,” I lied. I hadn’t removed my dagger yet, so I was still protected if this went sour.

Luckily, my instincts had been right this time. Finn, albeit begrudgingly, stopped his advances and pulled me against him under the covers.

He was warm and smelled good, and though it was the bare minimum of decency, I did appreciate him respecting my boundaries.

Unlike Rune.

I stared out the window, and the sickest, most twisted part of me hoped the cruel vampire lord was staring right back.

When I awoke, a hand trailed delicately through my long strands of hair. For a second, I jolted, still unaccustomed to my new living environment and certainly not used to waking up next to anyone.

Then I remembered my ploy to put Rune in his place and use a cute shifter boy to do it, and I settled back into Finn’s hold with a sigh.

His arms were impossibly strong, and they tightened at my stirring. I peeked down at them to admire their beautiful muscle tone.

And that was when I saw the thorny branches and whorls of inky shadow on fair skin.

As soon as the scream built in my throat, his huge hand had completely covered my mouth. Rune’s chuckle rumbled through his chest and tickled my ear.

“Good morning, princess,” he said as his equally powerful legs ensnared mine to keep them from bucking and kicking.

I fought him uselessly, his limbs remaining immovable as they locked me against his body.

“I can wait until you tire yourself out.” His cool breath fanned my cheek, and I shuddered as anger and adrenaline surged through my blood.

“Where is he?” I tried to ask with his hand still pressed against my mouth, but it came out sounding like muffled, nonsensical noises.

“What was that?” he laughed, the vibration of it moving down my spine. “Couldn’t quite hear you. Try again.”

“Fuck. You.” I tried to spit the words at him, deliver them with force as I ran out of steam to fight against his brick wall of a body. They once again came out as garbled sound.

This time I felt the unmistakable hardening and twitch of his cock against my ass. Gods above, it was… sizable.

I thrashed again, and he only pressed harder against me.

“You’re disgusting,” I attempted.

“What, am I not supposed to get aroused from the beautiful sound of you gagged and struggling?” He inhaled deeply and let out a contented sigh, his thumb stroking my cheek. “And now I’m imagining you in various gags. They might be necessary for a mouthy brat like you until you learn even a modicum of respect.”

Various gags? The hell did that mean? I was beginning to understand that Rune was some kind of pervert. An ancient, ruthless, clinically insane sexual deviant whose undivided attention was, for some unfortunate reason, directed at me.

When I finally stilled again, he removed his hand.

I seethed, my whole body flooded with slick heat as sweat beaded on my forehead. “What did you do to Finn?”

He brushed my hair behind my ear tenderly, deceptively. “Who?”

I could feel his smile. You had to be kidding me. “Rune.”

“Baby, if you wanted my attention, you could’ve just used your words,” he said, so close to my ear that his lips grazed the curve of it.

I shuddered again, a shot of pleasure coursing through my body that went straight to the nerves between my thighs. The way he held me so tightly, without any room for escape, was strangely calming. My mind struggled to hold on to my righteous indignation as my body relaxed.

“Good girl,” he said, soft and low, and my anger was once again stoked. He chuckled darkly. “Submit now or keep fighting, either choice is deeply satisfying to me.”

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