Page 47 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
My breath caught in my throat.
His face was like stone, rigid and harsh. The grey eyes, stormy and full of violent promise. He glanced at my breasts before lifting the cake to my lips.
“Everything comes with a price tag, my sweet cow,” he said, watching my lips as I opened my mouth.
His voice was soft, but the warning beneath made my nerves scream.
This was the calm before the storm.
Chapter 20
Vadik
My existence was one of simplicity by design. Everything in order. Nothing to trigger memory. Yet one taste of chocolate brought it all flooding back. With focus and effort, I pushed it down. Years of outward pretence and masking the monster made it easy—just a few deep breaths.
It was a foolish gesture, marking her birthday. But as her eyes fluttered and the dark treat smeared her plump lips, I decided—one day per annum wouldn’t be so bad.
Still, my sweet cow would need to pay the price.
Nothing in life was free.
“Lick me clean,” I said as she swallowed her final bite.
Her blue eyes locked on mine, and she opened her mouth. My breath hitched when her lips slid down the length of my fingers. Her hot, wet tongue curled around each digit, licking slow, deliberate strokes before she began to bob her head—up, down, worshipful.
I hadn’t taken her mouth yet.
Her horns weren’t ready. Not for what I planned to do with them.
Another six to eight weeks.
I pulled my fingers out of my greedy whore’s mouth, gripping her chin with my wet hand. Her eyes were full of anticipation—the earlier uncertainty gone.
“Be a good set of holes and stand facing the mirrors,” I said, boring into her with my gaze.“If you’re going to suck my fingers like a whore, I’ll show you how an Owner uses his breeding holes.”
Her pouty lips parted and her eyes dilated, black seeping into blue. With a wink, I released her chin. I didn't miss the faint smile tugging at her lips as she turned to move into position.
Yes. A little chocolate once a year was no great hardship.
When she reached the mirrors, her eyes stayed on me—watching, waiting. I took my time peeling off each layer of clothing. My gaze drifted from her face to the twitch of her tail.
The strategically placed mirrors worked wonders.
Another calculated dent in her psyche.
Layer by delicious layer, I was stripping away her humanity.
The more I degraded her, the more she bathed my cock—and when she came?
Her orgasm was an unstoppable force.
The corrosion of her humanity mirrored the absence of mine. A lifetime ago, I was a gentle lover to my wife. Lena was livestock now. A set of hot holes to fuck—my reward after five years of celibacy.
I stepped onto her bed, towering above her, taking her in from horns to tail.
I was more animal than Lena could ever become.
Her needy eyes met my glacial ones in the mirror as I knelt behind her.
