Page 52 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Such a messy girl,” he murmured before grabbing hold of my underwear and tugging at it. I raised my hips so he could pull it off me. He dangled it in front of my face after dragging it down my legs. “Look at what you did. Is that for me, hmm?”

“Yes.”

He tutted in my ear before wrapping his other hand around my jaw and prying it open. Then he shoved the damp fabric in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself and how wet he’d made me.

“If you keep them in your mouth, I’ll reward you… but first, you’re going to stand up for me.”

I did as he asked, trying to keep my legs from turning to jelly. This man was going to kill me. I was sure of it. And I didn’t care.

He stood up behind me and pressed his mouth to my ear.

“Put the camera down and come with me.”

I slid the camera from my neck and placed it on the coffee table. He took a hold of my arm and pushed me towards the door, keeping himself behind me. I was manoeuvred into his office and made to stand in front of his desk. He came around and shifted some things out of the way before pressing against my back and making me bend over it.

“Hands flat and don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

I flattened my palms on the desk, trying not to shift around too much. The way I was turned on right then made it difficult. I needed friction between my legs.

He leant over me, stroking my curls back from my face.

“If you’d been a good girl, I might have let you look me in the eye. Bad girls don’t get to see what their masters have planned for them.”

I didn’t know whether to complain about it or not. I wanted to see him, but if this was the only way I’d get him to give me what I’d been craving, then I’d submit. At this point, I would beg him to fuck me if I had to. There was no way in hell we were leaving this room without it happening. Not if I had anything to do with it.

Eighteen

Zayn

I’d tried, really fucking tried my best not to give in. Not to want her so damn much. It was impossible now I knew what her lips felt like. Now I knew what she sounded like when she called me daddy. And fuck, when she smiled so wide over her gift, it was everything.

I knew letting her photograph me was risky, but the intimacy of it and the way she looked at me was the final straw. Now I had her bent over my desk in a rather compromising position. One I wanted to take full advantage of.

I was done playing games. Done tiptoeing around this thing between us. My desire for her had overridden any rational thoughts I had left. This was me giving in.

Ari whimpered behind her makeshift gag when I slid a hand down her side and flipped her skirt up.

“Are you going to make a mess of my fingers, Tink?”

She nodded, making me smile as I stroked them up the back of her thigh.

“How wet are you? Wet enough to take them all? I want to split you open, sweet fairy, make you cry from the pleasure and pain.”

The sound of her moaning in agreement was all I needed. My tongue made a path along the shell of her ear, while my fingers delved between her lips, finding exactly how wet her pussy was for me. It had been obvious how turned on she was getting when she was taking pictures of me. The flush of her cheeks. The way she kept biting her lip. And when she put my hand on her thigh, it was the last fucking straw.

I didn’t hesitate in sliding two fingers inside her, groaning at the feel of her wet heat. Her back arched into me as I laid my other hand over one of hers on the desk, spreading her fingers out so I could place mine between them. If I could hold on to her hand forever, I would.

“It’s not enough, is it?” I asked as I fucked her with my fingers. “You want more. You’ll always want more with me.”

Whimpers were all I got along with the shift of her hips, rocking back into me. I smiled against her ear. Should I have my fingers buried in her pussy? Fuck no, but I wasn’t going to stop now. I wanted her to fall apart underneath me. To lose herself because I’d lost the fucking will to fight my needs any longer. She had to drown with me, capsizing in the sea of desire swirling around us.

I pulled my fingers out before sliding all four in, making her moan louder. Spreading them slightly, I pressed my fingers deeper, stretching her out for me. She was being so good, so willing to take what I was giving her. I intended to sample every part of my fairy. My Tinkerbell. To take what was fucking mine. The moment she’d said yes to our deal while covered in her uncle’s blood, it had set this all in motion. Put us on a collision course. I knew it was fucked up and would cost me everything I’d built.

I’ll burn it all for you, Tinkerbell, but you’ll never know how much I’m sacrificing for you.

“That’s it, my dirty little fairy. You can take it. You’re going to have to take a whole lot more before I’m done with you.”

The wet sounds of me fucking her pussy mixing in with her whines behind her underwear were music to my ears. She kept moving her hips with my rhythm, encouraging me to keep going.

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