Page 34 of Mortal Desires

Death is wild. It belongs to no one and it can’t ever be explained.

He told me that on the third day of my punishment. Maybe it was his way of telling me why he hated me so much. I meddled with death when I helped those souls to ascend. And death belongs to no one.

And yet, it belongs to all of us.

I knew his dance and understood his moves. His big hands removed the loincloth, his fist gripping his cock, showing it to me.

It didn’t matter how many times he made me watch or how many times I told him it was disgusting.

He knew I was lying. I liked it too much. My eager eyes followed the movements of his fist, the way he took pleasure for himself. Every day my knees melted, heat pooled between my legs, and he smirked—even from that far, he could smell me.

Vicious’ grip intensified. His eyes darted over my body. I held my breath as he watched, only letting it go when he returned his eyes to his cock.

Strong, measured strokes with a flick of his wrist. My teeth ground inside my mouth. Vicious’ thumb took the moist gathering at the tip and groaned. My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt the wetness on my thighs.

“You always like this part,” he said to me. “I think you like listening to me.”

“That’s impossible.” I licked my dried lips. “I despise when you talk.”

“I can smell it, little witch.” His unnaturally black eyes locked on mine and he pulled up and then leisurely down on his cock. His rhythm increased, my heart beating so fast it felt ready to fly out of my chest. It didn’t matter how many times I watched Vicious. My body reacted the same way each time.

He never touched me, only himself. Yet, I felt it in my bones. The heat blossomed from my chest and rose to my cheeks. My legs started to give out from under me as my clit begged to be touched.

I opened my hands and closed them again as I watched my husband fist himself into oblivion.

“My dirty little witch.”

“I’m not yours.”

He chuckled, his hooves making a startling sound as they pounded over the floor.

“You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine, little witch.”

I clamped my mouth shut, afraid the words would simply leave my mouth without command.

Vicious slammed his hooves on the floor again. “Say it!” he roared.

Anger didn’t affect his pleasure. If anything, it fueled it. His fist flew furiously over his cock, working it, milking the precum.

“Say it!” he ordered again.

This time the spell got me by the throat. “I’m yours, Vicious. I’m your little witch.”

And like every day, he came with a roar, and our argument ended.

His cum dripped down his hand, over his stomach, and over the fur of his legs. Vicious shuddered, his body doubling over as he caught his breath.

He glanced back up, his eyes shining, and I instantly saw the promise there.

Tomorrow, we'll do it again.

“Why does he summon you at six o’clock every day?”

Penny looped her arm through mine, the novelty of her touch was never going to wear off.

We walked together through the underworld which she navigated much better than me.

For now, Vicious’ palace was one of the few places I saw in its entirety. The doors always led to the same rooms and my head never twisted trying to figure it out.

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