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A fuckingfantasy…

Someone paying to be tossed around and tortured, everything planned out in detail. A bored housewife. An overstimulated mother. Someone who has no confidence in themselves. Someone wanting to know that there’s more to life than just bills and debts and mindless holidays and planning a yearly vacation.

Normally I enjoy working afantasy. Right now all I care about is keeping myclaimed onesafe. And finding out who drugged her and threatened her…

… so I can take all this rage I feel and put it to good use when I commit another murder.

Chapter Twenty-Four

SERAFINA

The most comfortablesleep I’ve ever encountered begins to come to an end. A sense of life and feeling tickles the tips of my toes and fingers. The feeling moves throughout my entire body.

When my brain comes back to life again, the last memory it has is being on the table. The comfortable table. Being laid out as though I were a corpse. Tyrant’s hungry mouth touching me. Kissing me. Licking…

I gasp and I’m right back to reality, only I’m in Tyrant’s bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and see a dark figure in the corner of the bedroom. My mind instantly teases me, telling me that whatever Tyrant gave me, it was too much and I’m dead. This is what death is.

The only light in the bedroom comes from a small light next to me on the nightstand. The window is completely secured shut. Tyrant has one of those fancy mechanical blind systems so it can either be the middle of the night or the middle of the day.

The dark figure steps toward me and the light paints the revelation that it’s Tyrant. I would say it’s not the devil or someone from hell, but that would be a lie. Tyrant is evil. Tyrant is mean.

Without saying a word to me, Tyrant tears the covers down off my body. The air runs along my skin and I look down and gasp. I’m naked. Fully naked. That means at some point while I was unconscious, Tyrant stripped the dress off my body. He took off the strapless bra. And my panties…

I take a deep breath as Tyrant leans over me. A massive monster.

“How long?” I whisper.

“Just about twenty-four. Everything is fine,claimed one. You’re safe here. I haven’t moved from your side.”

“I feel so…”

“You’re fine,” Tyrant growls.

He lowers his mouth down to my left breast and takes it into his mouth.

Oh, sure, going right for it…

I arch my chest, thrusting it up at him. My body is so tired, weak and exhausted… yet Tyrant’s mouth…

His teeth clamp against my nipple and he pulls away. Hard. Tyrant then grabs my left arm with incredible force and he basically throws me over to my belly. His right hand smacks right between my shoulder blades. He presses there.

His left hand touches my ass. Grabbing my right cheek. Fingers digging,kneading, sliding between my cheeks. I groan.

He skipsthat holeand goes for my pussy. Two fingers enter me and go deep.

“Good girl,” he growls.

His right hand leaves my back and I hear the nightstand drawer open and close.

“Wrists above your head,claimed one,” Tyrant orders me.

I do as I’m told and I hear something metal clanking. I then feel something hard touch my wrist. There’s a series of clicks. Then there’s a pain against my wrist. I gasp, realizing that Tyrant is now handcuffing me to his bed.

“Ty…”

“You have no reason to speak right now,” he says.

My teeth chatter. His left hand explores my pussy some more. I catch myself trying to hump his fingers, but the angle is awkward.

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