Page 73 of Servitude to Serpents

My sweet pup sleeps as I fuck her little cunt. Even thoroughly abused, it strangles my cock in a way that has ruined me for anyone who comes after her.

She’s going to destroy you.

Fucking hell, Pup.

I think you already have.

I lean back, kissing her unresponsive lips with gentle, adoring pecks I can’t give her while she’s awake before I grip her hips, pounding into her until my balls tighten, making me burst, my cum splattering, filling her the way only I can.

But that doesn’t matter.

I need her, but I need revenge more.

I slam deeper, groaning a name I’m muttering for the first time out loud under my breath as I bend, sucking her peddled nipple into my mouth, worshipping her perfect body. I kiss the pennedbad dogacross her chest, resisting the urge to wash it from her beautiful skin, knowing how much it hurts her. It’s not until I lean back and am met with half-closed doe eyes that I pull out, forcing indifference to my face as I stare down at her.

You’re a tool, Pup.

Nothing more.

She gives me a sleepy little smile, wincing as she closes her legs, still mostly out of it. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“No, you aren’t.”

She giggles, and fuck, the feeling that blooms in my chest at the sound. “No, maybe not.” She opens her eyes a little wider, looking up at me from under pale lashes, the blue from her bisected eye shining. “But Iampretty.”

Fuck me.

I laugh.

“Yes, that you are,” I admit, soaking her in.

Her hand trembles as she lifts them, cupping my face gently, adoringly, looking at me like I’m the center of her universe. She’s showing me all the unconditional love her abused brain has convinced her she feels, looking at me the way I’d alwayswanted to look at someone one day.

Her eyes well with tears, widening. “Sir…” she breathes.

She’s going to destroy you.

She’ll ruin everything

You need her.

You need her to do this.

You need toallowher to do it.

I jerk away, avoiding her eyes. “Get yourself cleaned up and go to sleep, in your bed.”

I don’t wait to hear her soft cries or see the look on her face as I leave the office.

You’re going to destroy her.

My knuckles pop as I clench my fists, heading for my bedroom, for my bed, the one that smells like her, with the long blonde hairs that stick to everything. Something inside me snaps as I hit the threshold, slamming and locking the door behind me, jerking the sheets off the fucking bed. I gather them up, stalking toward the window, wrenching it open before tossing them out.

Chapter twenty-seven

To own is to… Deny

Chloe

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