Page 109 of The Library

God, that fear instantly makes me wetter.

He knows I’ll let him catch me, but I take off running through the house anyway. He knows how much I love the chase. And I love the wild look in his eyes when he finally catches me, just before he devours every inch of my body, spreading me open like I’m his feast.

This is a dangerous game we play. And I love every second of it.

I race through the house, darting past the kids’ rooms, the hallways empty now that they’re all in school. Our daughter, Morrigan, will be 15 soon. Saint and Cain, our twin boys, just turned 18 a few months ago. They’ve grown into their personalities so sharply over the years—Saint is so much like his father, calm, calculating, always observing the world around him with his mismatched eyes, one green and one brown. Cain, though… he’s wild, reckless, constantly testing the boundaries with the same mismatched eyes as his brother, except his are blue and brown.

Then there’s Morrigan. She may not have the boys’ mismatched eyes, but hers are just as striking. Her eyes are a vivid blue, the color of mine, but her right one is split down the middle, with the right side of it a deep brown—exactly like her father’s. And just like her brothers, she’s every bit as ruthless. Maybe more. She commands attention, even from her brothers, who instinctively defer to her. She’s growing into her own power, just like I did.

Sebastian is so proud of her. But for now, he has me in his sights, and I can hear him stalking me.

I dart into the guest room closet, thinking I can buy myself a moment, but I know it’s hopeless. I can feel him before I even see him, and then his hand is over my mouth, his body pressing into mine from behind.

“I will always find you, Lilith. Every. Single. Time,” he growls into my ear.

I whimper, my body trembling with excitement as my heartbeat pounds against his chest. His hand tightens over my mouth, and I know exactly what’s coming.

“What was that you said earlier? ‘Only if I can catch you?’” His voice is deadly with amusement. “You’re caught, darling. Just like a mouse in a trap.”

I shiver, barely able to breathe, but I love the feel of his control. He releases my mouth, only to slide his hand down to my throat, controlling my breathing now, and it sends a wave of arousal flooding through me.

He pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, and I stiffen at the sound of the metal clicking. My nipples harden at the thought of being completely at his mercy. What a good whore I am for him.

With one hand still around my throat, he uses the other to cuff my wrists behind my back, each click of the cuffs making me shudder. The handcuffs are tight, just the way I like it, enough to bite into my skin with a pleasurable sting. He pushes me out of the closet, his grip still firm on my throat, leading me to the center of the guest room like I’m his to command.

He rips my shirt right off me, no need to remove the cuffs. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never do at home. My breasts are exposed, my nipples hard from the cool air, and he wastes no time stripping off my pants and panties, leaving me completely bare.

He circles me slowly, like a predator sizing up his prey. And I am his prey, trembling, waiting for him to consume every inch of me.

His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my neck. His teeth sink into my skin, sending a cry spilling from my lips before his tongue gently soothes the bite.

“Get on your knees,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation.

I kneel before him, looking up at him through my dark lashes, my lips parting slightly as I wait for what’s next. He stands over me, the god I belong to, unzipping his pants.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he pulls his hard cock out, and my eyes widen at the sight of him.

He slams his cock into my mouth, hard and fast, and I moan around him as I take him in. I start moving my head back and forth, sliding him in and out of my mouth, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him. His eyes darken, his control slipping for a moment, and I smirk as he watches me.

But it’s not long before he grabs the back of my head, slamming himself into me, making me gag as he thrusts deeper. Over and over, until drool is dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest. He pulls out for a moment, letting me catch my breath, only to tease me with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against my lips before slamming back in.

Tears streak down my cheeks, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes when he fucks my mouth harder than before. I choke on him, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge, and then he explodes down my throat. His come drips down my chin, landing on my breasts, and I swallow what’s left, tasting every drop of him.

Before I can finish swallowing, he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, my knees aching from being on them so long, my hands still bound behind my back.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is mocking, amused. “Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, “but I love it.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, and my body floods with heat.

“But the pain you’re feeling now is nothing compared to what’s coming, Lilith” he says darkly, his voice sending a delicious chill through me.

He slides the belt off his jeans, and my eyes widen.

A smirk forms on his lips as he circles me again, taking in the sight of me covered in his come, completely at his mercy.

He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me into the bathroom, bending me over the counter, my hands still cuffed behind me.

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