Page 17 of Tyrant

She’ll never experience a tiny wet spot with me. When my fingers and tongue get her cunt, it’ll be a fucking waterfall. When my cock explores the depths of her cunt she never knew she had, it’ll be like a fucking hurricane of wetness.

I catch myself growling inside my throat, vibrating my body. My cock begins to ache once more. Right now I’m up against it when it comes to time. I have a schedule to maintain. I also have others of the brood waiting for me to return to them. This new arrival is fucking things up already. As expected, I suppose.

I keep catching her eyes looking at my nipple piercing. She likes it. She has a dark side to her. Everyone does. Not many know how to explore it or embrace and just enjoy it.

I lick my lips under my mask. I can’t help myself right now as I picture Demo, Peri, and Vic holding Serafina down. She’s willing. She’s topless. I picture myself holding her left tit in my hand. My thumb playfully teasing her nipple hard… right before I pierce it…

Oh, in time, Sera. In fucking time.

I step closer to her again.

“It’s okay to be afraid of me,” I tell her. “But you’re mine. You are my claimed. I am yourace. Repeat that in your fucking head until it’s tattooed. Now I’ll say it one more fucking time,my claimed. Get on your fucking knees before me. And this time you better not pass out.”

Serafina grips the edge of the desk. The hesitation in this one is fierce. I’m not sure if she’s just scared or stubborn… or just fucking stupid.

Two more seconds tick by and now I have no fucking choice. My claimed one needs to learn her manners. And I’m the one to teach her. I’m herace.

I reach back and into my back pocket. I don’t normally run with a knife in my pocket, but I knew I was going to see Serafina.

One way or another, she’s going to learn that I am in control of her life.

Chapter Eight

SERAFINA

The knife is very clean,and I’m not sure why that’s the first thought that comes to mind. I mean, it’s a fucking knife. And this masked guy is pointing it at me. Moving the tip of the blade closer to my throat.

“Are you into this,my claimed?”

The way his voice saysmy claimedscares the hell out of me. And it turns me on a little. Okay, not a little. It turns me on a lot. Where I come from, guys don’t act like this.

There’s flirting and asking someone out on a date. Yeah, sure, you can go to a party and hook up with some random guy if you wanted to. But it’s all the normal, generic stuff. Robotic and monotone. Certainly nothing quite like…

The blade is suddenly pressed against my throat. Panic and fear writhe inside me, only to be met with a sense ofhorniness. My toes curl tight.

“One deep breath and you’re going to cut yourself, Sera,” he says. “Not me. You will hurt yourself. Is that what you want?”

“No,” I whisper.

“What are you going to do next?”

“Get on my knees before you.”

He moves the knife away from my neck.

I drop from the desk to the floor, hitting my knees with an echoey thud in the quiet library. The smell is so good. I love a place like this. There’s so much rich history and knowledge and peace inside this place. Yet I’m looking up at a masked man who is built with muscle.Let us not forget the nipple piercing either.

“You are my claimed,” he says. “I am yourace. Repeat that to me, Serafina.”

“I am your claimed,” I say, my voice shaking. “You are myace.”

He moves the knife to his left hand and then touches himself between his legs with his right hand. He’s in jogging pants so there’s no disguising or hiding the insanely thick bulge. It only looks bigger when he grabs at it, wrapping the cloth of the pants around it.

“I will break you,” he says. “And you’ll beg me to keep doing it. Over and over. Then you’ll be sent off to marry someone and live a boring life. Understand?”

I almost lick my lips at the sight of his bulge. He’s just holding it. There’s far more size than what his hand is holding. And his hands are big. So that means he is…really big.

“I understand,” I say.

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