Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
"You belong to me," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Mine to take, mine to use however I please. Your body, your soul, they are all mine." My responding whimper only seemed to fuel his desire. "This altar is your throne," he continued, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that caused me to cry out. The metal chains that bound me bit into my skin further marking me. "You are my queen," he declared before claiming me once again with an intensity that left me panting.
My mind was a raging storm of conflicting emotions, teetering on the edge of something dark and unnamable.
I wanted to fight back, to scream at him to stop, but his dirty words slithered into my ear like poison, infecting me with a twisted desire that made my core clench and my hips writhe uncontrollably against his every thrust. He claimed ownership over me, whispering that he could do whatever he pleased with my body, how wet and tight my pussy felt around him. And in the deepest corners of my mind, I started to believe him.
With a rough jerk, he ripped off the blindfold. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he forced me to take him deeper, causing a sharp cry to escape from my lips as I lifted off the altar, the chains around my wrists taut and unforgiving. He turned my head to face him, his eyes filled with hunger and possession as he continued to ravage me. The room echoed with the sounds of our bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin, and my stifled moans that were a mix of both agony and ecstasy.
The chains dug into my flesh, adding an element of pain that only heightened the intense emotions swirling inside me. Fear mingled with rage and disgust, but beneath it all was a sickening craving for more.
He sensed the shift in me immediately. "You want this, don't you?" His question was punctuated by a brutal thrust that sent shockwaves coursing through me. I couldn't deny it any longer- there was a part of me that reveled in this twisted game of domination and submission. He pulled me forcefully against his body, his lips leaving a searing trail of heat along my neck. I couldn't help but push back against him.
"Fuck, just like that. You feel so good," he groaned, his voice laced with primal desire.
I moaned in response, barely able to form words as he tightened his grip on my hair and wrapped his other hand around my throat.
I found a twisted sense of power in my submission to him.
The more he took, the more I wanted. He continued to tighten his hold on me, his words dripping with malice. "I could take this from you too," he taunted. "Make you beg for your life while I continue to take what’s mine."
My fear and arousal mingled together into a potent cocktail as he kissed me, hitting a spot inside me that had fresh tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. His tongue invaded my mouth with a savage hunger. He released my hair but kept his grip on my throat as he reached around with his free hand, finding my clit and rubbing it vigorously, heightening the pleasure and pain coursing through me.
I couldn't help but whimper into his mouth as I clung to the altar for support. He deepened the kiss even further, grazing my bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away and exposing it to the frigid air. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, making me moan uncontrollably as he squeezed my throat harder.
The head of his cock continued to hit that perfect spot inside me, causing my body to convulse with pleasure. His fingers on my clit intensified their movements, igniting a fiery inferno within me.
“Alex,” I rasped, my voice barely a whisper as the pressure inside me built to a dizzying climax. My vision blurred, my moans rising in volume, uncontrollable, raw. His grip tightened, possessive and unyielding. Through the haze of pleasure and pain, I blinked, trying to focus—only to find my gaze fixated on the statue above, looming in the dim light. The Devil. Cold, lifeless eyes stared down at me, almost mocking my helpless state, their eyes unblinking as if they were giving approval of our actions.
“Do you feel it watching?” Alex rasped, his voice a seductive groan.
"Yes," I managed to reply, my voice barely audible over the sound of my ragged breathing. "I feel it."
He tightened his grip on my throat, making me gasp for air. His eyes locked with mine, their golden intensity piercing through me. “You belong to the Devil, Lolita,” he ground out. “And I am his vessel. You will submit to me, to him, with every ounce of your being, willingly or not.”
My lungs began to burn, and I found myself nodding slightly, unable to resist the pull of his gaze.