Page 8 of Emperor of Lust

It’s as if every touch is intended to test my resolve and see how far I’ll go to keep our agreement. There’s a heat and a satisfaction in his gaze that sends a tremor through me, and though my face is hidden by the mask, I can feel myself totally exposed and laid bare under his scrutiny.

“There’s a good, obedient Kitsune,” he growls. “Such a pretty little cocksucker I’ve found.”

I want to hate the crude, filthy words that tumble from his lips.

Instead, I just feel that same forbidden tug inside of me. That same confusing sense of need, swirling with the bewildering feeling ofnotlosing control from being tied right now.

He lets the fingers of his other hand wander, reaching down to cup one of my breasts. Part of me wants to scream that this wasn’t part of our deal.

Another part of me just shivers and finds herself squeezing her thighs together as his fingers mercilessly pinch and twist a sensitive nipple.

He does it again and again, alternating between my breasts, keeping my nipples electrified and throbbing as he fucks my mouth. He pinches down hard on one, pulling it up toward him and wringing a small, strangled sound from my throat.

He growls, thrusting harder, faster, deeper.

“When I come, Kitsune,” he murmurs darkly, “you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

I nod, my eyes locked with his through the mask as I look up at him, letting him use my mouth in this insanely demeaning way that somehow has meincrediblyturned on.

He thrusts harder, ramming his cock into the back of my mouth with an urgency that’s both terrifying and thrilling, like he literally can’t control himself anymore. My core throbs as he brutalizes my nipples, sending electric currents zapping through my body as he stretches my jaw to its limit around his thick cock.

There’s no warning when he comes. One second, he’s thrusting into my mouth. The next, he buries himself and goes still, his jaw clenched tight as his cock swells to iron between my lips. It pulses and jerks, and I mewl in surprise as the thick ropes of salty cum spill across my tongue.

He’s still exploding into my mouth as his thumb slips up to run along my jawline and the edge of my mask.

I don’t realize it’s happening until it’s too late.

I try to pull back, but his other hand winds into my hair, holding me in place with undeniable force, my lips still wrapped around his cock. Slowly, almost lazily, he tugs at the edge of the mask, lifting it just enough to make me aware of the loss of my last defense.

“No more games,Kitsune,” he whispers. “Let’s see who you really are.”

With a single, decisive motion, he tears the mask from my face, letting it fall to the floor, my identity exposed in the dim light of the warehouse.

The chilly air hits my skin, stark and unforgiving.

Damian groans, his cock throbbing against my tongue as one last pulse of cum spills into my mouth, and his eyes widen.

Everything stops cold. He stares down at me, and I look up at him.

He makes no move to pull his still-hard cock from between my lips, or even to let go of my face or my hair.

The silence stretches out taut and heavy as he studies me, examining every reaction, every trace of shock and fear that flickers across my face. There’s a shift in his expression, a faint smile that appears on his lips as he realizes just how much power he now holds, how deeply he’s unraveled me.

His fingers brush against my cheek as if to confirm that I’m real. I can see the spark of delight in his gaze, the dark satisfaction that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Well, Hana,” he murmurs, my name rolling off his tongue with a quiet intimacy that’s both exhilarating and terrifying. “Isn’t this an interesting surprise.”

And I realize in this moment that the fox has been caught, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever escape.

3

HANA

The familiar hillsabove Kyoto stretch out beyond my window, bathed in the light of a half-moon. I pace the length of my bedroom, my steps soft on the tatami mats, arms wrapped tightly around myself, as if doing so could somehow hold together the pieces that feel dangerously close to shattering.

My mind spins, replaying the night in the warehouse. The heat of Damian’s hands. The moment he—oh God—peeled away my mask.

His cum on my tongue. His eyes burning into mine. That dark, glinting smile.

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