Page 69 of Tempest

Nope. Not happening.

I slam my palm against her mouth to prevent further utterances of Nick and take what I’m due for suffering through this botched fuck up of a plan. If Ardyn really did make a love pact with the shithead, if they really were due to meet when he got out, I will find him and destroy him, but until then, I’ll own and then destroy her.

Ardyn Kaine, the sweet girl who reluctantly flashed me her white cotton panties in my car.

The stupid innocent who witnessed a murder she had no business stumbling into.

The unconscious beauty who I couldn’t kill.

She’s here and not as dumb as I thought. And whether it’s all a show, she’s willing to stomach this farce and give me her virginity.

I’ve already claimed ownership over her life. Why not take her innocence, too?

I pull out, then slam back in. Her body jolts, and her pussy clenches. She’s so tight and wet, I’d like to come here and now, but there’s too much dirtying up to do.

I draw away again and drop her hips, her bare ass slamming against the wooden chair in surprise. Without warning, I grab her jaw, digging my fingers in her cheeks to get it to loosen, then shove my dick in her mouth.

She gags at the force, but I’ve pushed so deep into the back of her throat that she couldn’t bite down if she tried.

“Stick your tongue out,” I grit out. “You’ll take me in without vomiting all over yourself.”

Ardyn does as I ask.

I shouldn’t be shocked at this point for so many twisted reasons. The things I’ve done, the violence I’ve witnessed, the loves I’ve personally taken from families.

Ardyn Kaine has me shook.

She’s meant to be the innocent one, the sweet and fragile bird who can’t quite unclip her wings. Yet here she is, taking my cock in two holes, blindfolded and bound, without complaint.

Who the fuck is she?

She moans, drawing me back to the pleasure of her face and the tears cascading down, the wet sucking sounds she makes.

Drool clings to my shaft as I withdraw, then plunge, withdraw, then plunge. She grunts, but her tongue slides, accepting my girth and attempting to stroke it.

The fuck. Thefuckthefuckthefuck.

I’m about to come but I pull out just in time, backing up a few steps and catching my breath.

The vision of her from this distance isn’t any better. The wood beneath her pussy is damp. Strings of drool hang from her chin. Her hair is mussed, and the blindfold slightly askew.

I wrap my hand around myself and squeeze. She’s fucking gorgeous. She’s fucking mine.

“Did you taste your blood on me?” I rasp. “How did you enjoy your virginity taken so suddenly and brutal?”

Her throat bobs. I think she might cry again, but no, not my Ardyn. “I-I want to taste you.”

I ask slowly, continually stroking, “You want to taste my what?”

“Your cum.”

This girl, this woman, this stranger, will be the end of me. “You don’t mean that.”

“I like it when you dominate me, N—”

I rush her and clamp a hand on her mouth. “Don’t you dare say it.”

She mumbles something underneath my hand.

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