Page 12 of Stolen By the Necromancer

As I began to climb the summit, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach a strange, yet pleasurable to the ears humming began. I began to feel light-headed. Everything else in the world seemed to disappear as the pleasure consumed me.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me,” he whispered.

“Yesss…” I hissed as my body tensed and the knot in my stomach snapped. Waves of relief washed over me as my pussy milked his cock.

Opening my eyes, I looked up and into his lust-filled eyes as he gave one final thrust and groaned as his cum began filling me, mixing with my juices to form one.

“I’llhave every bit of you, baby and I’m going to relish every moment of it.”

“I’m all yours.” I smiled, slipping my hand to his neck and urging his lips down to mine.“This has been the most amazing night of my life.”

Pulling back, he smiled down at me.“All mine.”

Chapter 7

Genevieve

My first conscious thought upon waking was that every part of my body ached, but in an amazing way. The memory of his dick in me and the pleasure it brought made my pussy clench anxiously for more of what he gave me last night.

Nero...

How’d I get so lucky? I just hoped that Iwasn’t just some one-night stand. Screw the virgin and then dump her. That would break my heart, but Icouldn’t think negatively. I refused to allow those thoughts to ruin the high I felt upon waking.

There was just one problem. My head was throbbing. There was a consistent throb at my temples that made me groan. I really shouldn’t have spent the night with Nero. Jules would be worried sick. The least I could have done was send her a message to let her know I was okay.

I’d do that right now.

As I opened my eyes, I attempted to stretch only to realize that I wasn’t able to move my wrists from over my head. What in the hell?

Looking up, I frowned, seeing that my hands were handcuffed over my head with steel cuffs, secured to the rung of the bedpost. I gave it a tug and it didn’t so much as shake the massive bed.

“Nero?” I called, looking around the room as I struggled to sit up. There was enough chain between the cuffs that I was able to squirm my naked body up and into a sitting position. Unfortunately, all my squirming ended up kicking most of the bedding from my body and to the side of me.

When did he lock me up? We’d fucked a lot, until every inch of me was sore, but Ididn’t recall him pulling out handcuffs. That would have been a hard no, I enjoyed touching him too much.

Goosebumps began to coat my arms and legs. Shit. There was a chill in here that I hadn’t noticed last night.

“Nero!” I called out a little bit louder and then listened for an answer.

When did he handcuff me? The question sprung up again in my mind. The night seemed pretty clear. The taste of his lips. The heat of his skin against mine. The feel of him penetrating me over and over until the pain was gone and only pleasure remained. I couldn’t recall him pulling out handcuffs. I’d fallen to sleep with his arms wrapped around me.

Didn’t I?

No, I did. I was sure of it.

“Nero!” A bout of panic struck me.“Thisisn’t funny! I have to pee.”

I gave the chains another tug, harder this time, using enough strength that it should have at least made the post creak or jiggle. But it did neither.

“Seriously,Nero! Nero!”

No response. Just dead silence.

With each minute that passed I found myself becoming more panicked.

Oh my God, what if something happened? What if he forgot I was locked up and went out for the day? Looking towards the window, the sun shone bright on the other side. It must be midday sometime.

What if he was dead? I could be locked up here until I starved to death. I’d watched a movie once where the husband had died and the woman went crazy while handcuffed to a bed.

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