Page 34 of Tyrant

“Yes,” I say in a louder voice. “I’m sorry for trying to attack you. I have no clue what happened or where I am right now.”

“I’ll always protect you, Serafina,” he says, using the long form of my name. It sounds so commanding yet evil coming from his mouth. “And I will always punish you as need be.”

He grips my ass cheek hard.Really hard.I whimper and let out a quick breath.

“You were drugged last night,” Tyrant says. “It wasn’t me, by the way. When I drug you, you’ll be well aware of it. You’ll be ready. You’ll beg me for it. Understand?”

… when I drug you…

My knees wobbly.

Holy fuck, what is happening here?

“I understand,” I say. “Who did…”

“You know who did it. And I can’t prove a thing. I want to kill him, Sera. I want to rip his fucking throat out with my bare hands. But I can’t.”

“He… he said I’m going to be his wife…”

I can feel Tyrant tense up. Like he’s about to explode with anger.

“I need to know if he touched you. If he hurt you. If he…forced himself upon you…”

“There’s no way he did,” I say. “I would have—”

“You don’t remember getting here,” Tyrant says. “I found you stumbling around a bedroom, near an open window. Do you remember that?”

My heart races and sinks.

“I carried you from the party and brought you here. Do you remember that?”

I shake my head. Tyrant already knows I don’t remember a thing.

“I need to check,” he says. “Turn around and let me look at you,claimed one.”

“Let you look… where?”

“Where the fuck do you think, Serafina?”

His voice oozes confidence and power. I blush all over again when I realize what Tyrant is implying. He wants me to turn around so he can check between my legs. He wants to look… touch…

“Now,claimed one,” he orders me.

Somewhere inside me there is a voice that wants to scream some sensibility but it’s too damn quiet to be heard. Tyrant has claimed me. Tyrant has followed me. He’s already touched me, sort of. The faded bruising on my nipple is testament of that.He’s saved me though too. I was drugged last night and for all I know…

Tears fill my eyes as I turn around. Tyrant looks down at me.

“Leave your hands above your head,” he orders me. “Do not fucking move them an inch.” He touches my face, my cheeks as I blink fast. “No need to cry, Sera. Last night proved it’s time you’re with me all the time. There’s no choice.”

“What about what was said to me?” I whisper.

Tyrant ignores my question and I cannot believe my eyes when he begins to drop down in front of me. Bending his knees, one knee hitting the floor. Lifting my shirt a little with his left hand, pulling my pants and panties down a little bit more.

My legs are smashed together. But he’sright there. Staring forward at me. I’m not perfectly shaved, but through the gentle stubble of pubic hair you can easily see my slit.

I’m wet. There’s no other way to say it. I can’t get around it. I’m fucking wet.

Tyrant’s right hand touches my leg. He applies pressure, strength, commanding I open my legs for him to see. I part my legs. I feel my wetness on full display.

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