Page 103 of Their Pretty Little Monster

He barks out a laugh, his head tilting back. “You can’t lie to me.” He loves the idea of frightening me.

I dart away from him, my feet carrying me fast toward the front door.

His presence envelopes me the moment I reach for the chair I used to jam the entry, wrapping around me so fast I cry out.

Still no guard to give me an interruption.

I know if I’m left here, I’ll succumb to Nyko’s charm.

“What did you do with the guard at the door?”

His mouth is on my ear, his arms curled around my body, one across my breasts, embracing them, leaving me breathless.

“He’s taking a nap.”

“Nyko,” I groan, writhing against him, needing to show him he can’t just take what he wants.

“There’s nowhere you can run, my little one,” he growls. “In Blight, we are driven by deeper forces when it comes to those we are matched with. The more you fight me, the harder I’ll chase you.”

My knees tremble. He’s pinching my nipple between two fingers, rendering me weak. Heat flashes through me, and I’m drenched, finding myself groaning. I shudder at how quickly I fall.

“Will you give in to me?” he asks. “Or do you want me to keep chasing you?” His mouth finds my neck again. That wicked tongue is so long. The coolness of it on my skin sends pinpricks of pleasure through me.

His fingers are on my breasts again, the tips tracing around my nipples in circles. I moan, arching my chest out, so desperate for him to stop teasing.

“What does it look like I need,” I ask, arousal rippling between my thighs.

He’s inhaling deeply. “You’re so ripe, smelling like sex.”

My throat’s dry, the room tilting as fire flutters down my spine.

Suddenly, he spins me around, pushing me back up against the wall. He falls to his knees in front of me, barely giving me time to react. Shadowy hands slide up my legs, leaving behind a lingering chill, and he nudges them wider.

“Mine,” he growls, looking up at me as I catch my breath. His mouth opens wide—a gaping darkness that seems to swallow the dim light in the room. His tongue, much larger than any I’ve seen, rolls out, hanging down past his chin, and seems to glisten. He licks his lips with a slow, deliberate motion. The monstrous size of his tongue makes my heart race. Thick and wide…

Now, I’m a bit afraid.

“Nyko,” I say with a shaky voice, but he’s already pushing his face between my legs. That tongue pushes right to my clit, driving deeper, spreading my lips. I’m afraid but so turned on that I’m shuddering.

My head falls back against the wall, hands there, too, as he drags the tip to my entrance, lapping at how drenched I am. A groan falls from my lips, shivers covering every inch of me. His one hand reaches up, grasping a breast, squeezing it, the other curled around where he’s holding on to my ass.

“I’m going to make you scream until you forget everyone but me,” he growls, sounding animalistic. “And I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I—”

He’s on me once more, and I’m shaking with desire at how incredible that huge tongue feels. Then he presses it into me, and I cry out, shaking, feeling him going in deeper and deeper as he fucks me with it. He tugs on my nipple, his other hands slipping between my cheeks, fingertips teasing my ass.

I bite my lip, whining with unbearable heat. He pulls that tongue out, licking the length of me, sucking down on my clit.

Knees wobbling, I’m lucky I’m still upright.

“I can’t get enough,” he purrs, glancing up at me.

I look down to where his gaze grins at me. That tongue pushes out once more, spearing between my soaking lips, driving into me and curling upward. It keeps going in and in, and I’m slightly worried about how deep one can go, but I sense the tickle almost in my stomach, feeling him right there.

“Nyko,” I’m panting. “Don’t…”

When he starts flicking inside of me—no idea how he’s doing it—I moan, sucking in air as I feel the intensity he’s awakening inside me.

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