Page 35 of Marked By the Dark Lord
“Yes,” I agreed, delirious with desire. “I am yours.”
Fresh energy surged through him and into me. My body arched backward at the immensity of the pleasure suddenly inflicted on it. I was about to head over the edge of the biggest orgasm of my life, from the splash of water from a tap to barreling right over the lip of Niagara Falls. A cavern of blackness yawned wide, ready to accept me, knowing my mind couldn’t handle what my body was trying to experience.
Korr’ok lifted his right hand and placed the red emblem on my chest, between my tiny, exposed breasts.
My eyes went wide, my body locking rigid as I screamed in utter agony, the pain flaying me alive as it quite literallyrolledout from the marking in a visible wave of red energy. I couldn’t move, trapped in muscle spasms, as I tore my vocal cords to pieces screaming so loud and harshly.
Cold sweat puckered my skin as all warmth fled from me, taking with it the very precipice of bliss that I had been aboutto experience and turning it into the darkest, most forbidding nightmare.
“Make it stop,” I heard someone gasp, the voice too torn to shreds for me to recognize it as my own. “Please.”
“You are mine,” Korr’ok intoned.
I started shaking involuntarily. My body couldn’t handle the extremes he was putting it through. It was shutting down. My vision was fading around the edges, turning black. At least it wasn’t red.
“Please.”
Korr’ok stared implacably, unfazed by my suffering. “Say it.”
“I already did,” I moaned, the heat slowly frying my brain. Hadn’t it just been cold? What was going on?
“Say it!” he bellowed, a hint of urgency underlying his tone.
Was he scared? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had to make it stop. All of it. I needed it over. I had to say the words. Whatever it took to end the pain wracking my body, destroying me, fiber by fiber.
“I …”
The world spun. I had to get it out.
“Am …”
Korr’ok’s eyes burned brighter than ever before in anticipation.
“Yours!”
Chapter Seventeen
Mila
The next thing I remembered, I was waking up on a cloud of comfort, the likes of which I could not recall ever experiencing.
It wastoocomfortable. Too nice.
I’d never had anything nice, had never been able or allowed to. Therefore, whatever it was, it had to bewrong.
Without being truly aware of my surroundings, I scrambled away from the sensation—
And promptly fell out of a bed onto the hard wooden floor, the thin area rug not absorbing any of the impact.
Pain jarred up my elbow into my jaw, where my teeth slammed together so hard that it was a miracle I didn’t chip them. Running my tongue over them just to be sure, I finally opened my eyes to take in my surroundings.
The source of my comfort, and then pain, turned out to be a gargantuan four-poster bed towering. I climbed to my feet, the top of the mattress nearly at my stomach.
How the hell is anyone supposed to climb in and out of this thing with ease? It’s clearly not built for normal … people.
Slow-returning brain functionality finally caught up with me, making the answer clear. That, however, brought with it a host of other questions.
I spent another moment admiring the bed, carved as it was from an onyx wood that had to be close to the color of Korr’ok’s skin.
