Page 115 of Ruthless Lullaby

“Maron, I…” she licks her lips, staggering back. “You can’t keep me here against my will.”

"Why did you leave?" I calmly ask. My tone is threateningly composed; I don't sound angry at all.

“That’s none of your business, Maron.” She sounds more confident now. Which suits me just fine. “If you’re here to kill me, can we please get it over with?”

I stare at her in confusion. Why would she think that? What’s gotten into her? Not that it matters much. I will show her exactly what I came here to do and I will take my time doing it.

I turn around and seal the lock on the door behind me, sliding the key into my pocket. Her previous confidence is gone in an instant. The color fades from her cheeks as she gapes at me in terror.

“What are you going to do with me?”

I will take every hole and pleasure you in every way possible.

I will possess you so completely that you’ll forget about all the reasons you left me.

My lips part, and I exhale a breath of air. My dick swells as her body quivers.

“I’m going to change your mind about leaving me,” I murmur. I move close to her and I gently cup her face. My lips skim along her jaw, but I pull away. “Any other questions?”

She shakes her head.

“Good,” I growl, and press my palm against her chest with enough force to push her down on the couch. I undo my belt, not taking my eyes off of her. Then I lift her chin and lightly stroke her cheek. “You’re going to do as you’re told,” I say. “No questions.”

Her cheeks are flaming as she gapes at me, but she nods. She licks her lips, even though I can tell she’s slightly trembling under the intensity of my gaze. Her fear only fuels the fire burning in my loins.

"First, you will satisfy yourself, and I’m going to watch," I growl. "Just like you did in that video for Maurice. But this time, it's for me, only."

She obeys without hesitation. Her eyes never leave mine as she parts her legs and slowly lifts her dress. With her hands shaking slightly, she pulls her panties to the side.

I watch as she slowly slides her fingers between her slick folds, moaning into her knuckle. She’s dripping wet already. Afraid or not, her body betrays her. I can feel my own arousal building as I imagine my hands caressing her smooth skin.

Her clit throbs for attention and she eagerly obliges my demand, swirling her fingertip over it. She applies the perfect amount of pressure, just enough to drive herself to the edge. I can feel a primal urge surfacing in me, all the way from a deep, dark, twisted part of my being. I want to see more, to be a part of this pleasure she's giving herself. But I’m not giving in to it yet.

Another finger joins the first, mimicking what I know she wants - for me to fill her with my cock. The loose cover on the couch crumples beneath her as she fists it with one hand while the other works furiously between her thighs.

"Are you going to stand there all day," she pants. “Or are you going to help me?”

"You’re going to come first," I murmur.

She continues circling. "Oh, please, Maron."

"No."

"Bastard," she hisses and continues pleasuring herself. I can see her climax building. I know her body well already. Her expression, the shuddering of her thighs betray her. "Maron…" she’s whispering now. "I'm… coming… oh fuck… watch me…" Her teeth sink deep into her knuckle.

I smirk and watch her intently. It takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to not stand up and impale her with my cock, but I hold back. All in good time.

She can't take it any longer. With a hoarse cry, she lets herself go, releasing all control and giving in to pleasure. "Oh, my… fuck," she whimpers, grinding her hips wildly against her fingers. Her face contorts from the force of her orgasm, her thighs shake, and her juices are dripping down on the sheet beneath her.

"Not bad,lisichka," I tell her when her orgasm begins to subside. "But we’re just getting started."

I stand up from my seat and stalk closer to her. I spread her legs wider and cup her chin. I can practically see the pulsating evidence of her arousal in her core. The scent of her orgasm engulfs me in a cloud of sheer need.

“Maron, please,” Mindy whispers in a shaky voice, begging me to touch her.

“Please what? You pissed me off," I say. “If anything, I need to teach you a lesson.”

“I did nothing wrong,” she fires back. “You had me kidnapped me first. It’s illegal.”

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