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Craved it.

Needed to be dominated and owned by this man.

The lotion had already been absorbed, so when he entered me with his heavy cock a second time, it burned and ached.

His fingers joined my own to rub my clit. As I became lost in the decadent agony, he took over, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers till I came with a gut-wrenching scream.

Richard came soon after, driving his hot seed deep into my bowels.

Lifting me into his arms, he then sat down with me straddling his hips. The Mikado silk of his trousers felt like sandpaper against my thighs. Reaching up to cup my face with his large hands, he looked me deep in the eyes and warned, “Remember, you are the one who summoned the beast,” before spearing into my ass again with his still hard cock.

With a cry, I collapsed onto his shoulder as my body was once more used and abused with each powerful thrust.

The train continued to speed through the gloomy night toward Paris, as our sweaty bodies writhed and bucked with each rumble of the track.

I knew we were racing at top speed to the end of the line, to the inevitable carnage of twisted and damaged souls… but in that moment I didn’t care. I crashed into him and let him consume me.

These violent delights have violent ends.

CHAPTER 12

LIZZIE

We arrived in Paris around midnight.

I awoke to a gentle caress on my cheek.

“Wake up, little one. We’ve arrived at your escape destination.”

Sitting up on Richard’s lap, I rubbed a hand over my eyes, too emotionally and physically drained to even worry about the slightly sarcastic comment.

I was already missing the warmth of his chest as I gripped his jacket, which had been draped over my nakedness. Standing on wobbly legs, I turned to search for my gown.

It lay on the floor of the train, dirty and in tatters.

Before I could even voice my dismay and shame at not having anything to cover myself with as we left the train, I felt Richard behind me. Grasping the jacket draped over my shoulders, he held it aloft so I could slip my arms inside. Turning me, he tapped my nose. “Don’t worry, love. You won’t be doing a walk of shame through the Parisian terminal. I’m the only one who gets to see this gorgeous body of yours.”

Leaning to the side, he picked up his belt and wrapped it tight around my waist. He then picked up each arm and rolled the cuffs of his expensive dinner jacket till my small hands appeared. I felt like a child being dressed for the day.

Richard took a step back and surveyed his work. Shaking his head, he teased, “It’s not quite right.”

Then, walking a few steps down the aisle, he returned with my gold purse and the diamond lovebird brooch. Giving me a wink, he pinned the brooch to the lapel.

Looking past him to my reflection in the train windows, it surprised me how wanton I looked. My hair was a wild mane of tangled curls. My lips were swollen and bruised, which gave them a pouting supermodel appeal. While still scandalously short, his jacket covered my ass and the tops of my legs. The large diamond brooch minimized the impact of the cleavage-baring dip in the front. Overall, I looked rather stylish and sexy.

Taking my hand in his firm grasp, Richard leaned down to whisper in my ear, “The City of Love awaits.”

My skin prickled with goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or anticipation.

All of this was some strange, macabre fairytale, and Richard had a way of being both the villain and the Prince Charming all at once.

If I had been traveling with a normal human being, they would have probably thrown me into some French jail, then strip searched and questioned me for trying to enter a foreign country half-naked with no passport or identification.

I wasn’t with a normal human being; I was with Richard.

The moment we stepped onto the platform, a small army of his staff besieged us. Several men dressed all in black raced to stand on either side of us, holding blankets high so it obscured us from public view as we headed toward an unmarked doorway.

As we walked, two older women and one younger man kept pace alongside of us, each holding up a phone.

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