Page 68 of Emperor of Havoc

Too determined.

And suddenly, it hits me like a slap in the face.

He’s going to fuck me.

No gentleness. No tenderness. No “going slow.”

I’m not sure if either of us knows we’re playing a game anymore.

His weight presses down on me like a vice. I try to squirm away, but he grabs my hair and yanks it hard enough to send bolts oflighting through my vision. I throw back an elbow but he easily catches it, keeping it in his painfully tight grip. He wrenches me sideways, flipping me onto my back as his full weight slams down on top of me.

Theonimask with its mocking grin looms over me.

“Is this the best you’ve got?” he taunts, his voice dripping with venom. “I expected more,princess.”

I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Then I dig my heels into the floor and push off, twisting my body with all the strength I can muster. It’s enough to knock him slightly off balance, and I use the opportunity to swing my arm up, my palm connecting with his face and knocking the mask askew.

The sound echoes through the empty mansion, and for a brief moment, I think I’ve stunned him. But then he laughs, and his gloved hand snaps up, catching my wrist in mid-air as I try to strike again.

“Feisty,” he growls. “I like it.”

Before I can react, his other hand lashes out and slaps my cheek. He’s clearly held back on the strength of the slap, but the sting still spreads across my skin for a second, sharp and hot and blinding. What shocks me more is the jolt of fierce need that rushes through me.

Unexpected. Insidious.

I gasp, chest heaving as I glare up at him. His eyes behind the mask are wild, gleaming with untamed, unrelenting savagery. He doesn’t give me a moment to recover. His hand moves to my throat again, holding me down as he leans in closer.

“Youwantedthis,” he murmurs, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You wanted me to chase you and catch you. And now that I have, you’re fuckingmine.”

He yanks a blade from his jeans, glinting faintly in the dim light. I buck and writhe, kicking and hissing as he presses the flat of it against my collarbone, slicing downward with a deliberate, measured motion. The tip catches the fabric of my bra, and with a quick flick of his wrist it snaps free.

His hands follow the blade, rough and insistent, exploring my now-bare skin. I thrash against him, nails digging into his forearm, but it only spurs him on. He cuts the rest of the bra away, then what’s left of my t-shirt, leaving me naked from the waist up. His grip tightens. I can feel his breath against my neck as he leans closer.

“Look at me,” he commands. “Look at me when I take what’smine.”

I meet his gaze, my breath hitching when I see the madness in his eyes—the raw, unfiltered darkness that consumes him. There’s something else there, too, mirroring the storm raging inside me.

The knife tip drags down the skin of my stomach. He shoves a hand into the waist of my tights, yanking them and my panties away from my body before the blade slashes and cuts, ripping and shredding the last of my clothes away.

My body jolts, my back arching and a silent scream ripping from my throat as his fingers ram into me. Takeshi would never be described as “tender” or “gentle”. But there’s something especially unmerciful and almost uncaring about him right now that burns hot inside me like a forbidden spark.

Black. Unrelenting.

My fingers claw against the floorboards and slap at his face as he fucks his thick fingers into my pussy over and over, his thumb rubbing my clit with an intensity that has my legs shaking.

“Fight me all you fucking want,princess,” he snarls. “Lie to me with the rest of your body. I don’t give a fuck. Your dripping pussy is incapable of speaking anything but the truth.”

He sinks another big finger into me, stretching me out so much it almost hurts, even as it also sends an explosion of pleasure thundering through me.

“That’s it, my little fuck toy,” he hisses darkly. “Stretchfor me. We’re going to need to get this pussy ready for my cock before I tear into you. Open you up so that I'llfitin this tight little hole.”

He rams his fingers into me again and again until everything starts to blur. Then suddenly his fingers slide out, leaving me choking on the need to have them back. To feel that full again.

Takeshi yanks off his jacket and t-shirt, the dim light glinting off the sharp lines of his grooved muscles. I whimper as he grabs my wrists and slams them over my head with one hand, pinning me with his full weight. His other hand reaches down, and my eyes widen when I hear the jangle of his belt and his zipper opening.

Holy fuck.

I whimper as the hot, swollen head of his huge cock pushes against my pussy lips, centering himself right against my opening.

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