Page 39 of Her Cruel Empire
That snaps the last thread of my restraint.
I let out a sound I’ve never made before in my life, a low hiss, and pull her close to me in one swift movement. “You’remine. And you don’t get to make your own decisions while you belong to me.”
Then I kiss her—hard, furious, claiming. My mouth bruises against hers, all teeth and tongue and the taste of possession. She gasps against my lips, and I swallow the sound greedily.
Her hands come up to clutch my shoulders, and I feel her body melt into mine despite the violence of my kiss. Always so soft. Always so willing. Always so fucking dangerous to my self-control.
She’s probably right. She’s not in any danger at all.
I’mthe one drowning.
I undress her without ceremony, my movements sharp and urgent. A seam tears in her sweater—that beautiful cream cashmere I chose specifically for her. She gasps at the sound, but doesn’t protest, as though she can read my mind:I could have a hundred more here by this evening if I wanted.
I shove her jeans down to her knees and find she’s wet already. Soaking right through those plain cotton panties that shouldn’t be sexy but somehow drive me wild with their innocence. When I ordered all those clothes for her, I made sure to get her usual underwear, the exact brand and size. Something about thosewhite cotton panties she wears is far sexier than anything some high-end designer could put her in.
“You like this?” I mock, sliding my fingers along her seam through the thin fabric. “Learning your place?”
She meets my eyes without flinching. “Yes. Even though I probably shouldn’t.”
Simple. Honest. Devastating. I freeze for a heartbeat, staring into those impossibly blue eyes that see far too much and somehow miss everything important.
“Take off your underwear. Kneel down. Andwait.”
I watch as she complies, and then I leave the room.
I make my preparations slowly, letting her sweat, and then I head back into her room via the passage that connects my room to hers. She visibly jumps when she sees the wall slide open, her lips opening in protest as she realizes there is an entrance to her room that she wasn’t aware of.
“Surprise,” I tell her coolly. “And now I have another one.” I shrug off my satin robe to reveal that I’m wearing nothing underneath—nothing but a harness, that is, with a thick dildo jutting out from it.
I watch her face carefully, enjoying the shock, but her shock gives way to a kind of wary eagerness. I smile. “I told you I was going to fuck that greedy little cunt of yours. Didn’t I?”
“Y-yes.”
I move towards her, enjoying the way her gaze locks on the toy between my legs. “And now,” I say, “I will teach you to obey me, little bird.”
She gasps as I shove her down on the rug and pull her legs open. She’s soaking wet. Her nipples are hard, and her cunt glistens with moisture. I press the tip of the dildo against her clit and rub, making her gasp.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I lean in and kiss her. “Beg me,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Please, Eva.” Her voice is breathy but steady. “I need you.”
Not “it.” Not “release” or “orgasm” or any of the things the others always begged for.
She needsme.
I slide inside her without warning, and she arches up with a sharp gasp. She’s so perfectly responsive that I nearly lose myself right there, driven by the need to pound into her, make her fall apart for me.
“Say my name,” I hiss against her throat. “Tell me who owns you.”
“You do. You do, Eva.” It sounds like worship. Like something sacred that has no place in my dark and terrible world.
