Page 7 of Emperor of Lust

He undoes the button, then draws the zipper down.

My breath catches.

He’s not wearing underwear, and as the zipper tugs lower, I see him.Allof him.

It just…keeps going.

My pulse thuds as I watch him slide his hand into his jeans and wrap his fingers around his cock. The tattooed muscles of his forearm flex as he strokes himself in time with his thumb across my lip, sending a disturbingly warm pulse through my core.

His arm flexes again as he pulls his cock free, and my face pales.

Holy.Fuck.

I’m hardly a poster girl for experience. But fuckingshit.

Damian’s huge, almost alarmingly so. I stare, my mouth hanging open a little as my gaze fixes on the thick cock in his fist. He strokes himself lazily, making the veins throb and the swollen head pulse barely inches from my face.

I shiver as he tugs my bottom lip down with his thumb.

“Let’s see that tongue, Kitsune.”

I swallow thickly. Then I obey, almost like I’m in trance. My mouth opens a little wider, and my tongue sticks out past my lips.

“Good girl.”

There’s a needy tug at something dark inside of me. I try desperately to shove it back into a quiet little corner.

I can’t.

He strokes himself as he pushes his hips forward. His thumb drags my lip down again, then cups my jaw, pulling my mouth open as he lets the swollen head of his thick cock slide over my lips.

He tastes sweet and a little salty. He smells like citrus and bergamot and clean linen. Which twists something in my head, because a devil like himshouldreek of sulfur, brimstone, and captured souls.

He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole as he opens my mouth a little more and pushes his swollen dick past my lips and over my tongue.

I gag almost instantly. Damian’s lips curl in dark amusement as he draws back a little, letting the head rub over my bottom lip, smearing it with precum.

“Let’s try that again,” he growls before unceremoniously shoving his cock back into my mouth.

This time, I somehow manage to suppress the gag reflex when his sheer size invades my mouth. I shudder as he thrusts, his jaw tight as he slides back out again, rubbing his head over my lips before he sinks back between them.

“Nowsuck, little Kitsune,” he growls.

I nod, letting my lips close around his cock. My cheeks hollow slightly as I suck, swirling my tongue over his crown. Damian tilts his head, regarding me with a mixture of curiosity and dark hunger. His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls just hard enough to make my heart stumble. A quiet gasp escapes me, and his mouth curves, his amusement deepening at my reaction.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

The next moment, he thrusts inside again, not bothering to let me figure out the right rhythm, just doing it himself. His hips roll as he starts to pump in and out, literally fucking my mouth as I sit there on my knees with my hands bound to the pole behind my back.

He uses me exactly as he pleases, every movement controlled and deliberate, a reminder of who holds the power. The hand in my hair tightens, guiding me, pulling me against him as he pushes against the back of my throat, gagging me again. Spit dribbles down my chin and my pulse roars as an unbidden and maybe a little unhinged feeling tickles in my core.

Forbidden heat pools between my thighs.

Damian groans deeply, thrusting again in a rhythm that’s at once commanding and impossibly intimate. I can feel his heat, sense the tension coiling in his muscles, the way he lets himself slowly savor every reaction he wrings from me. It’s as if he’s testing me, pushing me, and with each passing second my pulse beats faster, my body caught in the grip of a dark thrill that feels impossible to deny.

Damian is relentless, his grip on me growing more demanding and his movements more intense as he explores every scrap of control he holds over me. I’m trapped in this strange, twisted intimacy, each passing moment blurring the line between submission and resistance further, and I can feel myself slipping deeper into the darkness between us.

His hand slides from my hair and drifts along my jaw, his fingers tracing a slow path over my cheek and down my throat. His grip turns firmer as he wraps his fingers around my windpipe.

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