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“I trust you.”

His middle finger strokes my clit. My hips jump.

“Nothing of this will come back to you or me,” Tyrant says. “Everything will be cleaned up and that will be that.She’ll just vanish, along with a couple million dollars, which will be lost forever. But that’s a small price to pay.”

I glance to my left. I stare atherhead, split wide open. Blood everywhere. Her body nothing more than a shell. No life. No existence.

As I look at her, Tyrant slides two fingers down against my entrance, plunging his fingers into me. Stroking my G-spot, leaving me groaning in my throat as I stare at my dead stepmother. This is fucked up and sick and…

I start to turn my head but Tyrant grabs my chin. He makes me stare at my stepmother’s dead body. He slams his fingers into me, deeper. The only time he removes his fingers is to place them against his mouth and taste me.

“Fuck the world, Serafina,” he whispers as his lips flirt with my neck. “I will kill anyone who even thinks about hurting you. Without hesitation. And I’ll fuck you on their corpse.”

I groan and bite my bottom lip. His fingers are vicious, thrusting into my pussy once more.

I tell myself to close my eyes but I can’t. I can’t help but look at my stepmother’s dead body. Knowing she wanted me dead. She wanted everything my father had worked for, and then some. Not to mention that my father was supposed to be part of thelegion. Still so much of that world I don’t understand.

But…

“Fuck her,” I groan. “Cunt deserved to die. I love you for killing her.”

I cry out, throw my arms around Tyrant’s neck and pull at him.

“Fuck,” he growls.

His fingers slide out of me. He jams those wet fingers into my mouth, against the back of my tongue. I barely keep myself from throwing up.

His hands grab my jeans and panties at the same time and pull with force, stripping them down my legs. I quickly kick to get them the fuck off.

He pushes his pants down, letting his insanely thick cock spring free.

I feel him between my legs. Big. Forceful. Tears rush to my eyes as I can’t believe just a short while ago I thought he was dead. I thought I would never feel this again. His touch. His thrust. His cock opening me.

He slams forward, taking me.

“Look at the dead cunt with me,” he growls.

He turns our heads. His left cheek touching my right cheek. He’s pumping, thrusting,fuckinglike a machine.

Part of me wishes my stepmother would come back to life just so she could watch Tyrant fuck me.So I could be the one to fucking kill her.

I grit my teeth and groan, seconds away from climax. I growl deep in my throat and collect a whole bunch of spit and then launch it.

Tyrant keeps fucking me as I watch a glob of my spit fly through the air and actually hit my dead stepmother’s body. The top of her head. Mixing with her blood.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Come on my cock right now,” Tyrant orders me. “And look at that cunt’s dead body. That’s what happens when someone fucks with the woman I love. The woman I’m going to fucking marry.”

He thrusts with more force than ever before. I cry out from a jolt of pain that quickly resolves itself into pleasure. My body loses control. I’m spilling all over the formal dining room table.This stupid fucking table that my stepmother demanded we have for big dinners that never occurred.

I orgasm and fresh tears fill my eyes. My heart has been broken for years. And this evil man is the one who stitched it back together. This murderous man. This man… who loves me. I can’t wait to marry him.

I smile as tears run down my cheeks. Tyrant keeps fucking me, grunting with each pump of his cock. I’m done staring at my stepmother’s dead body. All I want to do from here on out is stare into Tyrant’s dangerous eyes.

So I can feel safe forever.

The blindfold givesme a little anxiety from everything that’s happened. I trust Tyrant. I love Tyrant. My body is his. My existence is his. I am his.

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