Page 20 of Hunted By Darkness

I might be struggling to touch her, but my overactive knob was all too happy to be part of whatever she had planned. Hell, all things considered, so was I. I’d never been strung up to a bed before. I’d never been on the other side of bondage. I hadn’t expected the thrill it gave me to let her take control, the lucky numpty who got to be her plaything.

I’d made it my mission never to be at the mercy of another person, but she was different. Nika could ask anything of me, and if it was within my power to do, I’d do it.

“You look good tied up, mercenary,” she purred, biting her lower lip with a feisty stare that made my cock agonizingly hard. “I think I get it now, why you like it so much. It’s like besting your equal in a fight, right?”

Gods. Her sultry voice whispering nothing but cheeky taunts went straight to my knob every time. I couldn’t be harder. It was bleeding painful, it was. Bold and beautiful? Even the great Shimmering Assassin was beat.

She collected her hair and tied it up so it didn’t fall into her view. The icy blues that enslaved me to her from the very moment we met trailed down my chest in open appreciation, and my cock jumped behind her.

It didn’t feel too bad being appraised, if I were honest. I quite liked it. It was as though my bird was taking her time to decide what to do with me and how to do it. It agitated my pulse to think of all the things the devious little rebel would come up with. She was a clever minx. She’d have me begging by the end.

Leaning forward, Nika licked a path from ear to pec, circling my nipple with her tongue. I sucked in a sharp breath as she latched on and tugged. My bird could be feisty, yeah. Grunting, I tried to move, but she punished me with another painful nip. The slick between her legs coated my stomach as she continued her downward assault.

For fuck’s sake, I’d give anything to taste that sweet cunt again. She was so wet. My rebel was enjoying the power she had over me.

It was torture to see the luscious curves of her body, the perfect round of her breasts, the eye-catching tattoos scattered across her pale flesh, those strong thighs that had nearly done me in, and not be allowed to touch, taste, and savor.

Absolute. Fucking. Torture.

Her eyes caught mine as she bit her way down my stomach, coming within inches of my cock. Which, as it were, was already shamelessly desperate for her attention. Moving around it, she dragged out the torture—kissing, licking, and biting everywhere but there. Her hot breath marked several spots along the way as she took her time teasing me. The muscles in my stomach and chest had become stone in the ongoing battle I waged to hold back.

It wouldn’t take much to break this sort of magical hold, but I wouldn’t risk angering her. I’d be patient and let her have her fun. Because the reward of having her on top, taking control and seizing her own pleasure, would be worth every bit of suffering.

Another shaky breath left me when she slid between my open legs. I caught her gaze before she tucked stray hair behind herear and bent forward. Without waiting, she swirled her wicked tongue around the head of my cock and the perfect heat of her mouth racked my body with sensation.

“Bloody hell,” I groaned, the curse muffled behind a layer of her magic.

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Nika

I’d only planned to tease him a little and leave him to suffer, but I didn’t expect to feel so powerful. I didn’t realize I’d enjoy having him at my mercy like this. So instead of leaving, I did more and reveled in the unintentional reactions he gave way to.

His sharp eyes chased every move I made. It was obvious by the way his chest hitched and lost rhythm I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

Silas was living for everything I did to him.

He could easily break this sort of magic. He could escape and take over. I didn’t think for a second I’d overpowered someone like him, but no matter how much I teased and refused to givehim the pleasure he craved, he didn’t break the hold my magic had on him.

He stayed my prisoner.

I wanted to see how far I could take it before he couldn’t take anymore and broke out. Before the torture was too much and he had to get his hands on me. Soon, it was the little wager I made with myself to see how much the brute could stand.

The salty taste of his excitement spread across my tongue as I dipped down and took more of his length into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the crown and bobbed a little. His hips punched upwards, but my hands restrained the movement, magic glowing around them. Another feral sound he made dissolved into the magic wrapped around his mouth. Frustration burned in the stare locked with mine.

Lips tilted, I swallowed more of his shaft until I felt it at the back of my throat. His muscles clenched against the onslaught of pleasure. The torture struck every muscle in his body as he fought to stay still. He was barely keeping it together. It wouldn’t take much on my part to make this huge brute break.

I took my time, deep-throating his dick the way I knew he liked. Silas groaned again, his pecs and biceps flexing. I was going too slow for him. The stimulation was probably just on the edge of what he needed. The strain of his body was visible everywhere I looked. He was losing the battle. He pulled on the restraints, but he didn’t break them.

Just a little more, and I bet he would.

Taking it excruciatingly slow, I withdrew to the tip and slickened the crown with my tongue again, tasting more precum than before. His chest swelled with the effort it took to fight himself. He was stronger than me. He could push my hands off if he wanted to. Sink his cock deeper. Fuck my mouth the way he was desperate to.

But he didn’t.

Rising to the challenge, I straddled him again. His eyes followed me, his chest rising and falling with effort. He couldn’t hide how erratic his breathing had become. Silas might be a trained killer, but under me, he was just another man.

The way he’d throbbed in my mouth, it wouldn’t take much to make him come, and I’d break him. The power had gone to my head. I couldn’t go back. Plans be damned. I wanted to see Silas give in and lose control. Nothing else mattered.

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