Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I lay in a puddle on the bed while he quickly turns off the wand and strips out of his pants. His cock is thick and hard, ready to claim me after long denial.
I’m already soaked for him, but he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and rubs a generous amount over his length.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is guttural, almost inhuman with the intensity of his lust for me.
My demonic prince looms over me, and I summon the last of my strength to get into position. He grabs my hips and settles behind me.
“I’m going to claim your tight little asshole, wife,” he growls. “Every part of you belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Take me.”
His cockhead presses against my tight bud, and I try my best to relax for him.
“Push back against me,” he rumbles, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing motion as the pain begins to build.
I whimper but obey, breathing through the discomfort as his massive cock slowly penetrates me. A burning sensation sears my pleasure, but I crave more. I want to give myself to him in every way, and I’m determined to accept him.
One broad hand grasps my hip, anchoring me in place. His free hand snakes around me, and his clever fingers find my clit. It’s still overly sensitive from my powerful, electrified orgasm, and another layer of stinging pain enhances my dark pleasure. He rubs me in sure, steady circles, coaxing my body to relax with his masterful touch.
Finally, his cockhead slips past my tight ring, and the worst of the discomfort eases. He continues to stimulate my clit as he pushes deeper, entering me in a slow slide.
A strangled cry tears from my chest. I’m almost unbearably full, my virgin asshole stretched around his massive cock.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re doing so well, my brave pet.”
I press my face into the pillow and bite down for purchase. He starts to gently thrust into me in slow, short strokes. Forbidden ecstasy I’ve never known crackles through my body, made all the sweeter by the lingering pain and intense vulnerability of being claimed in every way.
Blissful tears stream down my cheeks, and I whimper with each of his careful thrusts.
“Does it hurt?” He grinds out the words, his control over his release tenuous.
“Yes, Master,” I say, voice small. “But it feels so good. More.”
“Beg.” One harsh thrust. “Beg me to fuck your tight little ass.”
“Please fuck me, Master,” I pant. “Please.”
Another punishing thrust. “Not good enough. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck my ass, Master. Claim me. Make me yours.”
His only response is a primal snarl, and he increases the pressure on my clit as he drives deep inside me. Pain knifes through me as pleasure assails me. The dueling sensations push me over the edge.
“Dane!”
His name in my garbled shout is a trigger for him, and he bellows as he pumps into me. With one final thrust, he spills his seed inside me, marking me as his.
I’m owned, revered, and cherished. I’m his pet and his queen.
And I intend to keep my dark god forever.
14
ABIGAIL
The shadowy man hovers at the end of my bed, close enough that he could reach out and grab my ankles.
Terror thrums through me, but I’m frozen in place. There’s nothing I can do to evade him.
Dane. I need Dane.
I open my mouth to scream for him, but no sound comes out.
He can’t save me if he doesn’t know I’m in danger.
Another shadow appears at the man’s side. The little girl’s lips are parted on a wail that’s as silent as my own. Tears stream from her aqua eyes, and she reaches for me, seeking help that I can’t give.
The man’s silhouette wraps around her, dragging her into darkness. An echo of the shadow’s touch clings to my skin like toxic sludge, and I shudder in pure revulsion.
There’s nothing I can do. I’m powerless to stop him. I can’t save the little girl.
I can’t save myself.
My vocal cords are raw from my silent screams, and I swear I can hear the anguished sound locked inside my own head.
“Abigail!”
My eyes snap open, but I’m not fully free of the nightmare. The crying child is enfolded by the shadow, dragged deeper into the man’s sick embrace until she disappears entirely.
I sit bolt upright, my hand shooting out to grab at nothing. There’s no small hand to clutch. She’s gone.
A primal wail fills the bedroom, and hot tears sear my cheeks.
“You’re safe. Abigail, look at me.”
Dane’s voice. Dane’s hands on my shoulders, holding me as though I’m made of porcelain. Dane’s piercing green eyes, dark with worry.
I blink away my tears, and the shadows dissipate entirely. The bedroom is illuminated by the bedside lamp, the light chasing away the looming threat of the man’s silhouette.
Dane cups my chilled cheek with aching care. “Look at me.”