Page 116 of Taken By Touch and Torment

I eyed the tall windows behind him. His shadows were quick to close the dark curtains.

“Part of me wants to claim you in front of my entire clan—better yet, the entire city—but I know I’d end up obliterating anyone who dared witness the face you make when you’re filled with my cock,” he said as my dress fell to the floor and I stood bare before him. His anger only multiplied as he glared possessively at my body.

He didn’t bother removing his pants, merely unzipping and letting himself spring free.

I wet my lips, and Rune was violent as he spun me around and bent me over the table. My hands pressed against the sleek wood. I heard Rune spit. I barely felt him brush against my entrance before he was driving inside me.

I arched my back. I couldn’t get enough of him, enough of the pain or enough of the pleasure. I wanted it all. I wanted this unfair, cruel world to bleed for me, to fill my veins with every last drop of the pleasure I was owed.

My body surged heat, my legs shaking as I took Rune’s brutality with throaty moans.

“Good. Fucking. Demon,” he purred, gripping my hair again.

I cried out, and just when I thought I was reaching a limit, Rune manhandled me back into his arms. My forehead brushed his. He entered me as he held me, my legs wrapped around him. He bounced me on his cock as his tongue invaded my mouth. I groaned his name, knowing it would only make his desire sweeter.

Rune shoved me up against the window, my back on the velvet curtain as he continued to impale me.

“Tell me, Little Flame. Was it my power you used to pull these men under your spell? To make Brennan fall so pathetically in love with you?”

I didn’t back down from his unflinching stare as his hips rocked. My grip around him tightened as I smiled. I felt powerful, unstoppable.

For far too long, I’d hated what I was. Leaning in was infinitely more delicious.

“Was it my blood that fueled you when you saved those slaves from Evangeline, killed any born in your way, and burned her mansion to the ground?”

Rune laughed darkly, carrying me away from the window while still inside me.

“Yes, wicked little seductress. Your blood will fuel unspeakable violence over the next centuries.”

He slipped out and placed me on the carpet by the fireplace, lording over me as I knelt.

“What was it that made you so needy for me, so desperate for my touch? The prospect of violence and retribution, or talking about all those men you’ve trapped in your succubus web?”

“All of it,” I whispered, letting the darkest parts of me rise from the abyss as I stared up at him. “The violence, the manipulation, the power. It all made me soaking wet, my God.”

I confessed to him on my knees—in reverence of this deity who’d promised he wanted to bathe in my darkness just as deeply as my light.

Rune’s eyes went wild. His lips slowly spread into a grin, bathing me in depraved approval. “Open that spiteful, devious little mouth for me.”

I obeyed, and Rune filled my mouth with his impossible size. He slid over my tongue, and I tasted myself on his shaft. It only turned me on more, to taste my own addictiveness—the allure that made men lose their godsdamn minds.

“Relax. Breathe,” he instructed, pushing deeper as he smoothed my hair. “What a diverse array of uses this mouth has. Lying, scheming, seducing… taking its owner’s cock with gratitude.”

The apex of my thighs was screaming for him. I moaned, the sound muffled as Rune stretched and gagged me. Tears pricked my eyes.

“You can rule this whole world, baby,” Rune said. “But don’t you ever fucking forget who rules you.”

He used my throat mercilessly, every once in a while giving me a break or softly guiding me to relax.

When he finally pulled out, my face half coated with saliva, I was desperate for a reprieve from my scorching lust. My power was rich in the air, ever-strengthened by the obsession of Valentin’s powerful vampire ruler. I was panting, my clit throbbing as I ached with need.

It was exhilarating to be humbled by Rune, the only man capable of truly bringing me to my knees, of earning my submission and service.

The only man who’d ever beaten me at my own game—who’d ripped me off the board completely.

“You poor, needy little mess,” he said softly, cruelly. “You pounced on me, expecting to be able to use me to satisfy yourself, hmm?”

“Please?” I begged, already knowing that was what he wanted. He loved hearing me beg. “Please, Rune?”

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