Page 10 of The Cruel Heir
I pounded my cock deeper, and harder inside of her, hoping my seed, when it released, took root. She cried out and screamed for God, while also trying to throw me off, and begging for me to stop.
“Take my cum, pretty girl. I need to impregnate you, so you can’t go anywhere. You are mine,” I growled my insanity out loud, hoping she couldn’t hear me inside the drum.
I slammed inside of her, moaning out loud from pleasure. It’d never been like this. She was tight, and fucking warm. Her cunt squeezed me and, my goodness, it felt like home.
A lesser man would’ve teared up. This woman was bound to be my wife. I just knew it. I fucked her harder. Praying to the man above that she would have my child from this.
“You are going to have my son, and I am going to claim you as my wife. Take my cum, baby. Take it all, like a good fucking girl,” I mumbled almost incoherently. Lightning raced up my spine, as a symphony of her painful pleas played for me. I needed her to feel me forever.
I came with a roar, slamming my chest against the dryer, to be as close as possible to her. Panting, I stumbled back, surprised by the force of my orgasm. She didn’t move.
I stared at her debauched body, and shoved my fingers into her cunt, forcing my cum back inside.
“One drop wasted,” I mumbled.
I took my lighter out of my pocket, and heated my ring. I needed to show everyone that she was mine. I needed to mark her so they knew.
I ignored the pain in my hand, as the K on my ring heated. If she was going to be in pain, then I would be too. Our bond would grow deeper.
As soon as it was hot enough, I slammed it on her left ass cheek. She screamed, and squealed in pain, as she tried to get away from me. Once I knew it was branded perfectly, I removed my ring. The K stood out starkly against her dark skin.
“Perfect.” I tucked her lacy red underwear in my pocket, and gently tapped her ass. “I’ll be right back, my sweet,” I crooned.
I headed out of the laundry facility, in search of some wipes to clean my new woman up, and ointment for her wound. It took a few minutes, but I found what I needed.
I thought of the issues at hand, and right now was the claim my old ex best friend, Chadwick, thought he had on my woman.
I was going to take her so far out of his sight he won’t even be able to think of her. The thought of finally having her to myself brought a spring to my step as I headed back.
She was right where I left her when I got back, trembling as if her legs were too weak to hold her up. She didn’t hear me at first, too busy adjusting herself, still recovering from the way I’d ruined her minutes ago.
Her body was mine now, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
I could pretend it was about control. About power. But the truth was simpler, more pathetic. I just wanted her to need me, like I needed her. I wanted to be the one she clung to when the world shattered.
She shifted on to the top of the dryer, trying to fix her uniform, but it was pointless. I could still see the evidence of what we’d just done. The way her skin flushed, the tremble in her breath, as she adjusted herself. I wished she’d stayed trembling inside of the dryer drum where I’d left her.
She thought this was over.
I stepped forward, deliberately letting my shoes scrape against the tile. She froze.
Good.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Our eyes met.
I smirked. "Defeated already?"
Her breath caught. She tried to move, tried to escape, but I caught her wrist, fingers wrapping around her pulse.
"Let go," she hissed, jerking against me.
I didn’t. I never would.
My grip tightened, just enough to remind her that she wasn’t going anywhere. There was a reason for that. Something I knew, but she didn’t, and I didn’t want her blindsided. I should break the news to her before someone else does.
"Our parents are getting married," I murmured, my voice like silk laced with poison, ripping off the bandaid. "You should be happy. We’re going to be family." I seethed, this wasn’t the way I wanted Zara.
Her entire body went rigid, and her small gasp made my dick rock hard.
