Page 92 of Death God

He growled, and I blinked, not knowing what I’d done wrong this time.

Next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, my wrists chained to the headboard. I gazed up expectantly. My vampire and I were eager explorers.

Then my pants were yanked off. Heavy breathing and a growl rose behind me. I smirked. The vampire hadn’t expected me not to wear panties, and now he was staring at my bare pussy with unbridled lust. It scared me and excited me at once.

Then my top flew to the ground.

“You often show your male no respect, Bride,” he started.

“That’s not true,” I protested. “If anything, it’s a misunderstanding.”

“I’m going to fuck this mouth of yours, so you’ll be busy sucking and licking me, and then there’ll be no more insults and no more misunderstandings.”

He slapped his large hand across my butt. I yelped, and that only made him spank me harder. Surprisingly, the slight pain sparked pleasure, so I moaned in appreciation. The vampire had a good system.

“That was meant to punish you, little mate. Not to encourage you! So here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll get fucked brutally, and there’ll be no foreplay or more encouragement for you.”

“But—” I tried to bargain.

My legs were pushed wide, then a massive, hard cock nudged between my plump folds, pushing deep within me.

I held my breath as his cock grew bigger, filling me and stretching me to the limit. The feeling was so delicious and delightful, but I restrained myself from moaning in pleasure. My mate intended to punish me, so I’d let him think he got me with this torture.

Man, the first thrust was always the most amazing because of the anticipation and the thrill. While I waited for him to give me the thrill, he stayed still in me. I lost patience quickly, so I heaved up my hips to get the action going, but Marlowe pressed his powerful hand to my butt to pin me down.

Now I realized that was his punishment.

I looked over my shoulder. He was staring at my pussy as it gloved his cock. The mesmerized look in his eyes suggested that the sight was something amazing.

Then he started to move, his delicious weight falling on my back, his hands working around to fondle my heavy breasts, his thumb brushing my taut nipple.

“This is your punishment,” he purred in my ear. “You’re mine to fuck however I want. It’s not for your pleasure. It’s for mine, Bride. I’ll use you whenever I want. And now I’m fucking you like you’re my whore, my only whore. Do you know how I fuck a whore?”

“How?” I demanded.

“You still defy me,” he growled.

He withdrew a few inches and pounded back into me, his brutal strength shocking me. I tried to slam back into him, but he was still pinning me down. He meant business when he said this was for his pleasure. Calling him “Toe-sucker” had caused me so much trouble. I should watch my mouth next time.

His hand moved to play with my swollen clit, his thumb flicking the perky bundle of nerves to give me maximum pleasure. I moaned delightedly, but he pressed me hard into the pillow, muffling my cries of pleasure.

“You’re trapped, little Bride,” he said. “I’ll never let you go, no matter how you beg and scream for it.”

Why would I want to go, and where would I go? He was here, and all my dragon’s treasures were here, guarded by the butler. The ancient vampire was being unreasonable, and it might have to do with age, even though he looked like a college graduate when he didn’t appear so vicious, frightening, and formidable to others.

But I’d learned not to challenge him when he was in a mood.

He was my hot and moody monster.

He pulled out a few inches and rammed back into me again, his series of long thrusts sinking into a rapid rhythm. He slammed down again and again, his balls hitting my butt.

The bed creaked at the rapid assault as flesh pounded into flesh, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

The room smelled of thick sex, dark arousal, and sweet roses.

I no longer restrained myself and boldly let loose a series of moans. Hearing my moans, he fucked me harder, if it was even possible. His thrusts carried such force that my vision blurred, then doubled, and then tripled. The air left my lungs in a rush as pain and intense pleasure danced on my nerve endings.

When I told him that no other women would take him, I wasn’t kidding. His strength was too brutal and his power too dark and formidable. But with me, he never needed to hold back, for I was a hybrid of dragon and death, a match for the Vampire God.

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