Page 76 of Tyrant

Then I’m picked up.

I kickmy feet and thrash. I can’t scream. My mouth is covered and then I feel my nose get pinched.

Oh, fuck, I can’t breathe at all!

Muscles are wrapped around me as though I’m in the clutch of a hungry python. I’m then pushed up against the side of the building I just came out of. The hand leaves my mouth but presses against the back of my head, the left side of my face being scratched and cut by the old stone that built the building. Another hand grabs my ass.

“Don’t fucking scream,claimed one,” a voice growls.

It’s Tyrant.

Relief washes over me and I groan. I want to see him. I want to confirm. Or touch his nipple piercing so I know for sure.

“Bad meeting in there?”

“Awful,” I say. “My stepmother is up to something bad but I don’t know what. And the only person who ever cared for me is leaving the country. I’m alone. I have nobody.”

“You have me,” Tyrant’s voice says.

Chills move up and down my spine.

“I have you for now,” I say. “Then I’m going to be forced to marry—”

His hand is back over my mouth, shutting me up. His right hand tears open the button on my pants and his huge, strong fingers slide into my panties with ease. Those same fingers press against my pussy and make circular motions.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he growls into my right ear. “I grab you from nowhere and throw you against a building and you’re wet?”

I nod.

“Fucking whore.”

I hate those two words together. I am notawhore. I amTyrant’swhore.

What did he think would happen just now? As soon as I realized it was Tyrant’s voice, of course my pussy is going to get soaked. My body now lives in a heightened state of fear. Fear of everything around me. Fear of Tyrant and his insane sexual needs.

But I like that fear. I crave that fear. That fear makes me feel so fucking alive.

Two of Tyrant’s fingers enter my body and he curls his them and attacks for pleasure, hitting myG-spotover and over, forcing my hips to jump and buck.

No, not that. My hips start tofuck. IfuckTyrant’s fingers.

“Anyone can see us right now,claimed one,” Tyrant growls. “Anyone can hear you. You like that? You want to be seen by others?”

His hand remains over my mouth. I groan into the palm of his hand.

“If anyone sees you like this, I will fucking kill them,” Tyrant says. “I will wrap my right hand around their throat and take them to the ground. Then I’ll use my left hand and I’ll rip their eyes out.”

His voice is serious. He means it. He’s fucking insane. Fucking crazy! Fucking…

Oh, God, this is so fucking good.

I can’t believe it when I start to come so fast and so hard. Thrusting forward, slamming the lower half of my own body against the uneven stone building. My body not just letting go, but spilling everywhere. Soaking Tyrant’s hand. Soaking my panties. My pants for sure too. It’s going to look like I pissed myself.

Tyrant slides his fingers from me and moves to my clit, massaging. I shake my head and scream. He chuckles into my ear and then moves away from me. Fingers away from my clit. Hand away from my mouth.

I quickly turn around and look at him, gasping for breaths. He stands big, mean and strong. Rubbing the soaking wet fingers of his right hand together.

“There’s a formal event later,claimed one,” he says. “You will be there as my date. By my side. There’s a dress waiting for you on my bed. Shower and put on the dress. Now go.”

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