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Oh, you fucking vixen. Trying to be pure and acting untouched. Craving a sense of darkness you think nobody could understand. Except you’ve met that darkness. I am that darkness.

Someone wants to kill her and she’s worried about why I didn’t tongue fuck her cunt while she was wet and I was looking at her.

I cup her face with my right hand.

“First of all, haven’t you watched any crime shows before?” I ask. “I wanted to check for signs of…forced attention.” I grit my teeth for a second. Then I just say the fucking word. “Rape.”

“Oh. Right.”

“I was looking for bruising,” I say. “Your inner thighs and your hips. To see if someone held you down. Held you tight. And as far as your cunt goes, it’s pretty obvious I was looking for the same thing.”

Her cheeks go even darker when I say the wordcunt. She better get used to it. I am not calling her cunt apussy. Orher flower. Or herdelicate entrance.

“I would have been able to tell if something happened,” I say. “Like I already told you, when I found you in that bedroom, you were standing there, stumbling around, near an open window. I didn’t know what was going to happen. You even started to fall toward the window. I couldn’t tell if you were just out of it or if you were trying to kill yourself.”

She sucks in a breath. “Why…”

“To answer your other question. Fuck answering it. You wanted me to taste your sweet cunt. You wanted me to press my nose against your soft, tender clit. Rub up and down. Side to side. Smelling you so fucking deeply that I could taste it. My lips then tightening around your clit, suckling it. Leaving you falling into a sense of pleasure you’ve been wanting. But then that’s when I bite your clit. I grab it with my teeth and I fucking pull. Imake you scream. Your eyes fill with tears. You want to pull me away but you know you can’t move your hands.”

Her body starts to shiver. If I keep talking to her like this, she’s going to come. So myclaimed oneis more than ready for more.

“No more questions,” I tell her.

“No more questions,” she says back to me, her eyes almost in a hypnotic trance.

She’s terrified and has every right to be. The new arrival process is not pleasant. Demo and Vic dressed in all black with their masks on, showing up to Sera’s house, and essentially kidnapping her. And then she’s roomed with those two moronic whores, Lia and Naya. Then she’s fed to me.

And when I’m done with her… she’ll be married off to Des…

I move my hand to the back of her neck and squeeze.

“Come with me,” I tell her, then walk her toward one of the doors.

When I open it, I push her into the bedroom and turn on the light. Her eyes go right where I need them to go. The massive eye hooks installed into the back wall. Several of them. Depending on how much I want someone to lift or spread their arms. The same hooks installed on the bottom of the wall. And even into the floor.

“Ty…”

I step up behind Serafina.

“You will be chained to that wall very soon,claimed one,” I whisper.

The rest of the room looks mostly normal. A bed. Two nightstands. I know what I like. I know what I want. I’m always prepared.

Serafina looks around the room. She’s wondering if there are chains. Or cuffs. Or some rope. Plenty to wonder. Plenty to experience too.

“The first thing you’re going to do is shower. Clean your entire body. Head to toe. Everywhere,claimed one. Every-fucking-where.”

My left hand touches her ass, just for a moment.

I tell her where the bathroom is and that there are plenty of towels. She can take a shower as long as she wants, I don’t really give a fuck. Serafina is here.

And she’s not going anywhere unless I allow her.

Chapter Eighteen

SERAFINA

The thoughtof a hot shower feels really good right now.

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