Page 62 of The Devil's Hunt

My love had never been tainted by morality or loyalty. I was the epitome of love, a love that devoured. Possessed. Obliterated. She would forget all that was good, all that was pleasant.

She would even forget herself. And when she did, when she became an empty vessel, I would fill her up with my sinister passions.

My wicked desires.

My love would scorch her, burn her, consume her.

So, when Alexander Benson dared to touch what was mine, and she let him, innocent or not, the devil was unleashed. Seeing Professor Hazel look at her like he wanted to fuck her, I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. But the beast could no longer be contained when she smiled at him. I would remind her exactly what it meant to be mine in every twisted and wicked way imaginable.

She may scream.

She may plead.

She may cry.

But she would obey.

Her sweet, innocent body would be used and abused, and yet she would beg me for more.

I crawled over to her and leaned in close to her ear. "I will take everything from you until you surrender to me completely. You will quiver and shake and whisper my name in a fervent prayer. And then, I'll take even more," I whispered, feeling her shiver beneath my hands as I pulled myself closer to her.

Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't see me. She was still lost in her dreams.

The way her breath hitched at the mere thought of my words made my hunger grow. I knew the moment she woke, I would begin. I reached out my hand and gently stroked her hair, feeling the softstrands cascade through my fingers. She stirred again, but still, she didn't wake.

I studied the rise and fall of her chest, taking in every detail of her body under the gaze of my predator's eyes. My need for her consumed me, a constant fire that could only be quenched by being inside her. I kissed her hips and ran my hand down her stomach, feeling her stir under my touch. I pushed her thighs apart with gentle force and brought my face to her soaked pussy, eagerly tasting her sweetness. Her wet lips glistened in the dim light. I could smell her arousal, and as I licked her slowly, she arched her hips toward me. Sliding my fingers inside of her, the smell of her filled my senses, and all I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her.

But not yet.

She stirred again, this time a small whimper escaping her lips. "I know you're awake," I continued to lick and suck her, and her moans grew louder, her hips thrusting harder against my face.

Here it comes…

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at me, then back at her wrists. Panic flashed across her features as she realized she was tied down to the bed. I could see the recognition in her eyes and knew I had her attention. While she slept, I carefully applied restraints to her wrists and ankles that wrapped around the mattress. There was no way she would get loose without me releasing her.

"You're awake now," I smirked as I continued to tease her sensitive flesh.

"Archer? What are you doing? Why am I tied up?" She struggled against the restraints, trying to make sense of the situation. I could see her trying to rationalize what was happening.

With a final lick, I pulled back and looked up at her, my eyes burning into hers. "I warned you about me. I told you I was a monster. I meant it when I told you you were mine and belonged to me. When you let Alexander touch you at the bonfire, I should have punished you then. But then you almost died, and I had to be inside of you."

"Alexander? Wh-What? The guy you have beef with? I didn't know who he was, Archer," she protested.

"When Professor Hazel looked at you, and you reciprocated his affection, I realized that I have been too lenient with you. You don't understand the depth of my obsession. You don't understand what it means to belong to someone, but I promise by the time I am done, you will."

"What are you talking about? I am committed to you. Onlyyou," she argued.

"You will learn to crave my touch above all others, to desire only me, to loveonly me. And when you do, when you finally submit to me completely, then, and only then, will you understand the true depth of my darkness."

The fear and confusion in her eyes only served to encourage me, and I watched as she yanked at her restraints, laughing as they didn't budge.

"This isn't funny, Archer. I killed someone to be with you."

Tears filled her eyes, and my dick twitched. I loved seeing her vulnerable, helpless, and restrained.

"Yes, you killed to be with me, sweetheart. But it's not enough. I can make you do so much more. I can make youwantto killforme. To hurt others to satisfy my twisted desires."

As I spoke, I trailed my fingers down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She struggled against her restraints, but I knew she was mine. I had complete control over her.

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