Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
It made him shudder, made him bend down to plump one breast and feed it to his mouth without slowing his thrusts.
Zari wrapped her arms around his neck as Alexandru began sucking on her nipple. “Master!” This time, she sobbed his name out because she could feel it again, the stirring of another powerful orgasm—-
Her Master bit her nipple.
And that was it for her, Zari screaming as she came. “Master!”
“Yes,” he growled as he lifted his mouth off her breast. He sank his length into her again, claiming every inch of her wet, shaking pussy. Her come surrounded his cock, filling her passage, and allowed him to slip his erection deeper until the tip of his cock hit the wall of her womb. It was an unbelievable sensation, and with a jerk, he started to pump his seed into her a second time.
“Zari. Look at me.”
She turned towards his voice, her gray eyes made hazy with pleasure.
“I will always be your Master, and you will always be my pet.”
THEY MADE LOVE UNTIL darkness had fallen and she ended up sleeping in his arms in a state of exhaustion. When she woke up, she was in his bed, still naked, and curled in the arms of her Master.
She whispered, “Master?”
What is it, pet? His arms tightened around her as he spoke.
Swallowing, she told him shakily, “Something’s wrong with me.” It was the only thing she could risk saying. She was too ashamed to admit the entire truth.
I know.
She stiffened, and she stiffened even more when her Master shifted. She thought he would let her go then, but instead she felt his lips pressing on her forehead.
Tears burned behind her eyelids.
Her Master was a hunter, whose work required that he become cold-blooded and anything but gentle.
But with her?
He had always been with gentle with her. Always, Zari realized. How could she only realize that now? And God, why couldn’t it be that he was gentle with her because he loved her and not because she was his pet?
Will you tell me what you feel is wrong with you?
She shook her head.
Alexandru was grim. He remembered the autopsy reports he had received last night, compiled by both humans and otherworlders, and the picture had been grisly. Once the demon was able to sink its claws in a soul, a quick meal for it would be to drive the victim to suicide. That had happened with its first few victims. But lately, the demon had become stronger, smarter, more daring, and it had been able to manipulate its victims into committing a graver sin: murder, and all to hide guilt.
I need to tell you something, my pet.
Her eyes rose to his, anxiety darkening them almost to black.
There is a demon on the loose again, and it feeds on guilt. He didn’t speak right away, allowing the words to sink in. When she whitened, he knew that she had realized the truth.
That she was the next victim, and the demon had already sunk its claws into her soul.
“How did it happen?” she asked dully.
“That’s what I intend to find out. I’m betting the demon’s found a host. We kill the host, we end its hold on you.” Alexandru was grim. “But for now, I ask you again. What has it made you guilty of?”
“Something...I can never tell you about.”
He cursed under his breath. “Zari, dammit—-”
“I can’t. Just know that I won’t ever do it, ever. Even if it means I have to be another man’s—-”
Never. His tone was savage. Haven't I made myself clear enough? In an instant, he was on top of her, his weight imprisoning her but not overwhelming her. He pinned her arms over her head. “You are mine.”
His mouth crushed hers, and even as despair swamped her, she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him back. Soon, their mouths were no longer their only connection. He rose over her, and when he came back down, his cock slid into her. His mouth returned to her, and she moaned into his kiss even as her legs snaked around his waist and her body welcomed his possession.
With her arms still pinned over head, she could only moan and writhe under him, unable to satisfy her yearning to feel the hardness of his chest, the power in his body. “Master.”
He groaned at the plea in her voice, and with another groan, he pumped his seed into her. She screamed as his warmth flooded her, and arching to meet his frenzied thrusts, she rubbed her clit against him. Heeding her plea, he inserted his hand between their bodies. He flicked the nub of flesh – hard enough to have her vaginal muscles squeeze tightly.
She came, whimpering his name. Alexandru.
When she opened her eyes again, he was on top of her, bracing himself against his arms and his gaze on her face. “Zari, believe in me,” he whispered fiercely. “I will not let harm befall you.”