Page 83 of Emperor of Havoc

I jerk and writhe as he devours me, using his tongue and fingers to push his cum back into my pussy before wrapping his lips around my clit and starting to suck.

It's too much.

My body spasms as another orgasm rips through me. He finally releases his hold and I collapse onto the bed, shuddering and trying to find my breath.

“Now,” he growls as he slides up and collapses onto the pillows next to me, his lean, muscled body rippling. “Now, you can take a break.”

“Tyrant,” I sign, grinning as I roll over to stare at him.

God, he’s attractive. Like, outrageously, unfairly so.

“Want a camera to take a picture? It'll last longer.”

I blush, rolling away.

“Don’t let it go to your head, dick,” I sign, arching my eyebrows flirtatiously as I slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I stop when I see my own reflection. I look like…well, like I just got fucked, hard.

But I also look happy. Truly, weirdly,happy.

How about that.

I pee, brush my teeth, and then go to take my morning birth control pill.

But when I pick up the foil blister pack, something feels off.

I frown as I rub my thumb across the back of it, leaning closer to inspect the pills. They’re all there, except, somethingliterallyfeels off…maybe the foil…?

Just then, my thumb pokes right through the backing into one of the blister pockets…and instantly crumbles the pill inside.

…None of this haseverhappened before.

The foil is always a major pain in the ass to poke through. And the pills themselves are rock-hard little tic-tacs, not crumbly, powdery things.I scowl as I touch the crushed up pill and bring my finger to my lips, tasting.

What thefuck?

Sugar. The pill issugar. I mean, yes, there are placebos in the pack, but I've never noticed them to be sweet, and they're always at the end of the pack anyway.

My hands shake as I easily pop open another blister pocket and put that pill in my mouth. It dissolves quickly, leaving a sweet aftertaste on my tongue.

They’reallsugar pills.

Oh my God.

Oh. My. Fucking. GOD.

I storm back into the bedroom, the pack clutched tightly in my hand. Takeshi is still sprawled out on the bed, one arm flung over his face as he sleeps.

I don’t bother to wake him gently. I grab my glass of water from the nightstand and splash the contents on his face and chest, instantly jolting him back to consciousness.

“What the fuck is this?” I sign furiously, my movements tense as I toss the pack at him.

I’m waiting for a hurried excuse and some bullshit. Instead, he just looks up at me, an infuriating smirk on his lips.

“Morning, princess,” he drawls, voice still rough with sleep.

“Explain this.Now,” I sign viciously, my hands moving so quickly I’m surprised he can follow.

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