Page 36 of Tyrant

Yet I’m standing, towering over her. I’ve lifted her panties, hard and tight against her cunt, knowing she’s just one touch away from an explosive orgasm.

Together, we’ve tasted her desire. She’s ready. So the question that screams in her eyes, mind, heart, clit and cunt…

Why?

Why am I not sucking her clit right now? Why am I not rubbing my thumb into her cunt, stealing her juice, and sliding my thumb back to her tight, swollen ass, and testing her back there…?

She still has the fucking GHB in her system. That’s why. She’s vomited, which is good. She needs to eat. Drink. She needs to get everything out of her system.

Plus, on my end, I know what I have to do next.

Serafina Lockart is myclaimed one. She’s been given to me. To savor. To enjoy. That’s exactly what I plan to do. Savor. Enjoy. Break her. Punish her. And as much as I hate the thought…

… leave her shattered and tattered for Des to marry.

There areno true athletic facilities atSA. Some places want to play football. We prefer to learn the art of deception and murder. We’re in a world so far beyond the normal side of society nothing is believable and nothing makes sense. We do have an amazing gym though.

An old stone building rumored to once have been used for medical experiments. The place was hollowed out and turned into a state of the art weight room and gym. There’s a back section of the gym where the weights are old, the mirrors are cracked, the ceiling leaks, and the smell of mold and iron linger in the air.

The main part of the gym is all state of the art equipment. Of course that’s where I find Des. On his back, putting up three hundred pounds on a bench press.

Sin spots him and I charge at Sin with force. This is not a problem for Sin. He’s done nothing wrong.

“Ty!”

I recognize Demo’s monstrous voice.

“Fuck!” Demo yells.

I throw a shoulder into Sin. Just to knock him out of the way. I then grab the bench press bar, at the middle, and I push down.

“You fucking drugged her,” I say, looking down at Des.

His eyes go wide. Shocked to see me. Shocked to feel all the extra weight added to the bench press bar.

“Ty, that’s enough,” Demo says from my left side.

“No,” I say. “This fucking piece of shit drugged Serafina at the party. He then took her to a bedroom. Left the fucking window open too. What was that about? Huh? Wanted her jump?”

“F-f-f-fuck… you…” Des growls.

He grits his teeth. His face turns a deep shade of red.

“Ty, this can’t happen here like this,” Sin says to me. “Luc is here.”

“Fuck Luc,” I growl. My eyes won’t leave Des’s eyes. “Tell me what the point of it was.”

Des’s arms start to shake. He’s getting worn out. Rubbery. If I break his arms and slam three hundred pounds into his chest as hard as I can, I’ll probably end up killing him.

I release my hold and step back. Sin jumps in and aids Des with getting the heavily weighted bar back up and stable.

Des doesn’t just sit up. He jumps up and turns. That forces Sin to throw himself at Des. At the same time, Demo clamps a hand to my left shoulder. It’s like the fuckingjaws of lifegrip. I shake my left shoulder but Demo isn’t giving up.

“You’re just upset I’m getting her when I want her,” Des says. “That’s all. She’s my wife.”

“The fuck she is,” I growl. “Not yet, Des. Maybe not ever.”

“Oh, you’re going to break the system now? For some new arrival? Have you even had her yet? Tasted her sweet cunt? Huh? She was damn ready for me, that’s for sure. You’re lucky I’m such a nice guy. An honest guy.”

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