Page 98 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

He stared down at me. “And that look is exactly why I will not. You are not the one in control, not with me. You will only take what I offer you and you will do so with the utmost gratitude.”

When he unfastened his belt, my next words scrambled. He moved impossibly slow now, and I was nothing but captured prey in his trap as I watched with bated breath.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of his cock springing free. It was as beautiful and imposing as the rest of his body, a weapon forged from power and blood.

My eyes rounded. My heart pumped with sudden speed and fierceness.

His hand moved to the back of my head, twisting in my hair at the base of my scalp and pulling me forward. I locked my eyes on the glistening bead of liquid on his tip.

A throaty sound rumbled through Rune. “I love it when you fucking tremble. You should always tremble with fear and respect when you’re on your knees before your God.”

I hadn’t even realized I was shaking. I tried to remember my own power in the face of his, but it was a losing battle. The twisted parts of me loved the helplessness, the submission. While every other man was a slave to his desire for me, it was the thrill of being in service to Rune’s perfect control that had me unraveling.

“Choose: Receive your long-awaited punishment with your ass up and my belt painting your flawless skin red. Or I claim that fuckable little throat.”

My eyes flew back to his. I opened and then closed my mouth, my scalp searing from his tight grip. “This is how you want to say goodbye?”

He chuckled. “It’s how you want it too, even if you like to pretend you’re not the wicked, needy creature that you are.”

Maybe I was wicked. But I’d never be more wicked than Rune. The things about me others hated might’ve been what he loved most.

I opened my mouth.

He sighed. “You’re lucky I’m feeling kind, tonight, Little Flame. Because any other night I would’ve ignored your preference and sent you home marked and sore. You don’t have a choice with me. Your free will is only ever an illusion.”

Time stood still as I faced the formidable length of him. Anticipation churned in my stomach, my arousal gathering between my thighs.

He pulled my head forward at the same time as he rocked his hips. I had to open my mouth much wider for him to fit. The salty beads on his tip coated my tongue, and I tentatively worked him the best I could as he stretched me.

Rune’s groan was satisfying, filling me with confidence. But that small comfort was short-lived, because all too quickly Rune had pushed himself deeper, making me gag.

“Now that’s a pretty sound,” he praised. “Relax. You can take more.”

My small sound of fear and protest were lost as he shoved deeper. I relaxed as he’d instructed, even if the discomfort only made me want to tense. Tears sprung to my eyes as he picked up his pace, mercilessly using my throat. When he gave me relief, I sucked in air, saliva dripping down my chin and the front of my dress.

Rune grinned down at me. “Such a perfect toy pleasing her Master. I’m going to miss you and your spiteful mouth, baby.”

He shoved his cock back in, leaving me no way to escape. I pressed my hands against his legs, and he thrusted into me. I struggled for air as he manhandled me like he really did believe I was a mere toy. He moaned, his length twitching as it drove deep.

“Do you want my cum, Little Seductress?”

I moved to pull back, to answer him, but he kept himself in my mouth.

“Tell me you want it with my cock in your mouth,” he commanded, cruel humor in his words.

Humiliation burned my face as he angled my head up, forcing me to hold his hooded gaze. My own juices had long since soaked through my underwear, wetting my thighs. His denial of my own needs had me all the more desperate, my skin burning everywhere he touched.

“Yes, please,” I tried to say, my voice vibrating against him indecipherably.

Rune made a groan of pleasure and approval. “Good girl.” He pumped again, his eyes flooding pleasure each time I gagged. “Fuck, Scarlett.”

At the sound of my name, I relaxed even deeper, letting him use me ruthlessly. My knees hurt from pressing into the hard ground littered with debris. Still, I let him hold my head in place, bringing himself to his peak of satisfaction. I could nearly feel his desire swell through my own body, a dark wave of power that built and built.

I was lost in it, floaty. I instinctively pushed back on his legs when he took me deeper than ever, struggling as he throbbed inside me. A primal growl escaped his throat, and a tremor shot through his body. His grip tightened as he pumped his release into my mouth. I waited patiently before swallowing every last drop.

He pulled back, and I again waited on my knees until he’d pulled me to my feet. I was disoriented, drunk off his desire as much as I was drunk off my own.

He smoothed out my hair, massaging my scalp soothingly before he held my face in his palms. “You did so well for me. I cherish your trust and obedience, Scarlett. I adore it, just as much as I adore all the rest of you.”

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