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“It’s so easy, though, having you tied and ready like this. Like my own personal fucktoy.” Her mouth opens slightly in a gasp and I see the way the muscles in her thighs tighten. “You like that, huh?” I hum, brushing the skin with my hand close to her pussy, which is dripping with my cum. “You like it when I tell you that you’re for me to take―for me to use? Dirty lass.”

“Moving my hand from his throat to his hair, I grasp the dark brown strands with an unrelenting tug and move my clit over his mouth, using his face as my seat. I start riding him, grinding my pussy over his lips. He sticks out his tongue for me to use and use it, I do. It feels almost barbaric. I’m fucking his face. But it’s invigorating, and it’s not something he hasn’t done to me before. “Making me say ‘please’,” I mutter, growling. “Making me beg for it. You bloody man. I’ll make you beg for air. I’ll make you beg me to let you breathe. How about that, fucker.”

“We cut together, you take the blood, with your tongue." He captures my hand, placing the blade gently between my fingers. With deft precision, he grips both my hand s and the shimmering steel and cuts into his neck. The skin breaks, exposing the underlying tissues. Almost instantly, blood starts seeping from the injury site, escaping, gradually forming a glossy sheen over the cut. He spins me swiftly, my breasts colliding with his chest. Drawing me near, he envelops me in his embrace. I study the wound, a silent storm brewing in me. Instinctively, my lips find his neck, pressing softly against the fragile skin. My tongue flicks out, gathering his blood like children gathering the Halloween candy from each house. His taste is metallic, slightly salty, and somewhat bitter. I pull my lips from his neck, and he catches my chin, bringing his mouth to mine.”

“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, you’ll end up impaled on it like a fish on a hook.” She froze for a second. “But… fish are pierced through.” “Exactly.” I smirked darkly. “Think about it.” Her body stiffened and I felt her embarrassment radiating through her skin as her cheeks flushed a deep red. Beautiful. “You’re a maniac,” she whispered sharply. “Me? No, I’m not…” I let out a low chuckle, leaning closer to her ear. “I’m a succubus demon, remember? Fish memory, ashpetal?”

“I can make it feel even better. I can add my tongue. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I cry out, my feet digging into the mattress. “And what do we say when we want something?” he taunts. My eyes widen and my eyebrows furrow. “Bloody bastard. Just do it already,” I snap. “Nah.” He shakes his head. “This is payback for when you held a gun to my head and made me fuck air. Such a big mouth you had then. Such confidence. Where is that now, Lucille?” If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. “Why do you like to mess with me?” “Because I like that burning fire in your eyes. And it makes your pussy that much wetter.”

“Your leg hurts?” He asked politely, but I was beyond confused by his behavior. “Your head hurts?” I asked him. “What?” He looked as puzzled as he sounded. I almost laughed, but kept my cool. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” “Oh, I will,” he said, and stretched his neck and shoulders on both sides. I could hear the sound of his bones cracking, and I could tell it felt good. Then suddenly his face grew serious and he looked at me with those predatory eyes, and whispered, “In a while.”

“Ajax Kane's POV “I think I have a new nickname for you,” I hum. “And what would that be?” “Hurricane.” “That’s an odd one. Usually people equate me to sunshine.” Margaret groans as she turns around and swings her legs on either side of my thighs, transitioning the back and forth swivel to steady rotations on my lap. “That’s because they don’t know you like I do baby. Sometimes you like to stir up some trouble. Cause a little chaos. Other times you come ripping through hard enough to make a man need to start his whole life over.”

“He charged at me, grabbing me by the neck. I flinched as he lifted me slightly off the ground. The witch just watched, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like this was some trivial drama she’d seen a hundred times. “Oh, darling,” he hissed, voice low and venomous like a snake ready to strike, “you can’t just do that to demons. Did you really want to get rid of me?”

“I can’t let that happen. I can’t let someone else show her this world, not when I know how good I can make it for her. I actually care about her, unlike any of these strangers. I could unfurl every stunning petal and show her everything her body is capable of. I could keep her safe. Arguably this is the right thing to do. Better me than some fucking arsehole with a trust fund and a worn copy of 50 Shades of Grey.”

“I’m going to tear this sweet little cunt apart. I’m going to use it over and over again for my own needs,” he growls. “But I’m also going to make it feel good. Make it come on my tongue and my cock. Make it feel so good that you’ll never spend another day without begging for it. It’s what I’ve been dreaming of ever since I saw your picture in your book. My beautiful lass, put on this world just for me.”

“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.” She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”

“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you? You want to come. You want to spill your seed all over me.” I move my hand over my breasts, taking my hard nipples between my fingertips and squeezing. Then I move further down, all over my stomach until I reach my clit. “You want to know what it feels like to bury your cock deep inside me, don’t you, Dubh? You’re desperate for it.” His lip curls up as his expression turns feral, and I lose my composure and confidence for just a second before I pick it back up. I tease him with my words, telling him about what he wants but can’t have. I let out a moan when I push a finger inside of myself. “I’m tight, Dubh. I bet you won’t even last a damn minute.”