“She’s fine,” Tyrant says. “I think we all can agree you’ve done enough.”
Normally Bridgette would be firing right back. Instead, she scurries out of the hospital room, filled with terror.
I turn my head and look up at Tyrant.
I know.
I’m not going to say a thing to him. He looks down at me. We’re talking without words. I think I know everything. He attacked my stepmother. He drugged her. He hurt her.
I give myself a second or two to decide if I’m supposed to get mad at him or not. If I should threaten to call the police. (Not that it would do any good because I’m sure that Tyrant and all the others are well above the law.)
“Tyrant,” I whisper.
“Choose your words very carefully,claimed one,” he growls at me. “Do not confuse the lines. They still exist.”
Fuck.
I swallow hard. My chin quivers.
“Who else?” I whisper.
Tyrant leans down and touches his forehead to mine.
“Anyone who could possibly be a threat to you, Sera,” he whispers.
Before I can think about responding, his right hand moves under the blanket on me and he goes right between my legs. His grip is tight, fierce,controlling.
His eyes lock with mine again. He pulls the hospital gown up with his fingers. I’m not sure if he means to move as slow as he is. It’s seductive. My toes curl. As soon as I feel his bare fingertips against my inner right leg, I melt again. My bottom lip quivers.
“Please, Tyrant,” I purr. “Please…”
“What? You want another name? Huh? Or should I just play with your clit until you let this all go?”
“B-both,” I whisper and close my eyes.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me while I pleasure you,” he growls.
It’s instant the second his pointer and middle fingers slap between my legs. Slicing between my wet skin with ease, moving up, hooking under my clit. Fingertips rolling over my clit and then pressing. My hips thrust and the machines attached to me start to beep.
Tyrant curls his lip and bares his teeth at me like a monster about to feast. He adds more and more pressure against my clit. It starts to hurt, but that’s when it starts to really feel good. My body now recognizes pain and pleasure as one, but only if guided properly by Tyrant. I don’t think I can ever be touched by someone else and achieve the same result.
Tyrant presses even harder, grunting as he does so. My body jumps again and I bite my bottom lip. My eyes become watery but that doesn’t stop Tyrant’s touch. Why would it? I don’t want it to stop.
“You know who else I paid a visit to,” Tyrant whispers. “I had no choice,claimed one. Not after what you told me. And then I found the letter. You kept it.”
Oh, fuck. He went to see my ex from high school?
Did he kill…
I groan. His fingers move in a magical motion. My body is fully engaged now. I’m soaked and inching toward climax way too fast.
“Not dead,” Tyrant whispers. “At least not physically. I just had to know for sure, Sera.”
I groan. “Oh, fuck…”
“No way he would come after you now,” Tyrant says. “Maybe I just wanted to fucking hurt the person who touched you first.”
Tyrant is pure psycho. Psychotic and beautiful all mixed together. He slides his fingers down and slams into my pussy. I can’t help but scream.