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“Is that so?”he asks.“If it is your desire to be taken by such a creature again, then I have the means to make that happen.”
“Really?”
She blinks wide us up at him as he tears the blanket from her body.His cock is hard and ready, already leaking moisture.He can smell the delicious scent of her pussy.The soft skin of her inner thighs already glistens with arousal.
Hooking her around her hips, he holds her aloft and fits the head of his cock to her tight entrance.The heat of her pussy makes him hiss.
“Oh, yes.”
He lowers her down on his length in one slick glide.Her breath catches as she tosses her head back.
“Too much?”
She shakes her head.
“It’s perfect.”
Leveraging herself on the arms of the chair, she works herself on his lap.Her ass meets his front in satisfying smacks.He toys with her breasts until she is panting.Her cunt tightens on him like a vice, urging him to spill even if she hasn’t hit her peak yet.
Her movements become halting, her rhythm becoming disjointed in the face of her pleasure.He takes over, powering up from beneath her and shoving himself deep.Broken moans fall from her red lips as she tosses her head back against his shoulder.His fingers find her greedy clit and rub tight circles on it.
A breath catches in her throat, and she erupts, clenching down on him and encouraging him to spear deep inside of her and empty himself in a rush of hot seed.He fills her to the brim, delighting in how it seeps from her tight hole and coats both of them.
She pants as he holds her close, memorizing the beat of her heart—taking it with him.Scarlett will no doubt be mad once she realizes what he’s done.He can take her ire; what he couldn’t withstand was her being hurt.If she can be mad at him, it means she is alive, and he will just work even harder to secure her forgiveness again.
Capturing her face, he trails his fingers along her cheek.
“I love you.I’ll always protect you, Scarlett.”His eyes harden, and her lips part.“Even from yourself.”
Her pale brows lower in confusion.
“Please forgive me for this.”
Before she can open her mouth and ask his intention, he waves his hand.Deep sleep settles over her, and she drops into his lap.He can only pray that by the time she wakes, he has returned to her, leaving her father’s corpse rotting inside their manor.
19
SCARLETT
Something is very, very wrong.
I feel it the moment my eyes open.Not only because it’s dark in my room when the last memory I have is of morning breakfast with Krane.No, what concerns me the most is that I am alone.Where is Krane?I sit up quickly and swing my legs over.The next indication that something is off is the soreness.
Or the lack thereof.
I’m used to the aftereffects of Krane’s vigorous lovemaking.I should be feeling tender at the very least, thanks to his new endowments.There is some slight discomfort, but nothing out of the ordinary.My muscles feel like they’ve been asleep for a long time, waking with pins and needles.
Unease grips me.I have to find Krane.Now.
Dressing quickly, I head out of my room, calling his name.It is deadly quiet inside the castle.I can hear every groan and shift of the crumbling structure.I open every door upstairs as I shuffle through my last memory.
He had asked me to forgive him.Forgive him for what?My mouth feels full of poison.Krane is nowhere to be found.
He had asked me to forgive him, and then nothing.I couldn’t remember anything after that—everything had gone dark, just like when he took me from my wedding day.The puzzle pieces come together in my mind.Krane put me to sleep, but why?How long have I been out for?
Pushing into the dining room, our breakfast feast still lies atop the table.My stomach sinks as I take in the state of the food.A day left unattended would not cause this.The bread has molded around the edges.The fat on the bacon has solidified and is turning black.The eggs are drier than dust.One ripe, ruby apple remains in the fruit basket.A single worm tunnels through the rotten flesh, exposing the mealy inside.
I swallow down my vomit, quickly turning from the room.
