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Triggers: Abduction Abuse Attempted somnophilia BDSM Body modification Bondage Blood and gore Cannibalism Car crash Castration Child abandonment Child sexual abuse Degradation Dismemberment Drugging Dubious consent Electrocution Exhibitionism Grief and loss Humiliation Inappropriate use of power tools Knife play Male genital mutilation Mental illness Murder Organized crime Organ trafficking Orgasm denial Primal play Psychological abuse PTSD Revenge Rape Serial killing Sexual Assault Step brother Torture Trafficking Trauma Violence Voyeurism Reader discretion is advised. If you find any of
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To all the pretty little psychos who crave a blade to the throat
I regret to inform you that your grandmother died in captivity; however, your brother is still safe.
The only way I’ll ever get free is to kill my dad and his psycho sons.
She continues slicing something on the chopping board, using the precision of a sushi chef. I glance over her shoulder to see what she’s cutting, and my heart stops. It’s a severed penis.
“You’re making a sandwich?” I ask, incredulous. She nods. My stomach churns. “Why?” “They need to know I’m not afraid.” “The voices in your head?” I whisper, my pulse quickening.
She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw. At the third bite, something inside me snaps. I close the distance between us and pry the shit out of her hand. “You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”
“A man came to the window,” she says, her voice distant and flat. “He was rude.” “He touched you?” “I stabbed him in the eye.”
“You can’t go around stabbing every man who shows you disrespect,” I say. “Why not?”
This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing. I want to do it again.
Taming Seraphine won’t be as easy as giving Miko a place to stay. There’s a darkness in her that calls to mine, not to mention this unwanted attraction. I like tall, kinky brunettes who don’t form attachments, not tiny, angelic blondes.
“I’m leaving to fetch some of our purchases. By the time I return, I want you in your room, kneeling. Is that understood?” My heart skips a beat. “Alright.” “You will address me as sir,” he says, his voice stern. Arousal hits me straight in my core, making my knees tremble. It takes every effort to keep my voice even when I reply with “Yes, sir.”
“Seraphine.” His deep voice vibrates up and down my spine. “Nothing you could say would make me turn away from you. No matter how bad it is, I’ll still be here.”
It’s just one kiss. Just one taste. “Fuck it.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, and instantly regret it. Kissing Seraphine is like finding home. As I pull back, she loops the tape measure around the back of my neck and holds me in place.
“Lift your hips for me, angel,” he growls.
In her eyes, I’m a hero. But she’d be wrong.
Heroes are patient and soft. Heroes are gentle. Heroes don’t grab women by the throat and fuck them until it hurts. Heroes also don’t lust after the women they’re supposed to save. Seraphine needs a man who will take it easy and slow, not one who will be demanding and rough. Someone who isn’t me.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “Who do you belong to?” “L-Leroi,” I reply with a whimper. “Good girl. See how well you’re gripping my cock? That’s your cunt inviting me in, welcoming its new owner.”
“Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever let you go. You’re mine, Seraphine. Every beautiful piece of you.”
Kissing Seraphine is like tasting the finest, most exquisite wine. She’s delicate and sweet, yet there’s an edge of something dark to her that resonates with my twisted soul. She’s intoxicating.
Fucking Seraphine, being enveloped in her tight heat, and eliciting those sweet whimpers is like coming home. She’s a perfect balance of decadence and innocence that I’ve never seen in another, let alone in a woman so beautiful.
“Hey, I would raze the world to ashes if it meant keeping you safe.”
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal,” he snarls in my ear. “Pound your perfect little pussy into the dirt until you scream. Would you like that, my fallen angel?”
“Don’t lie to me, little Seraphine. You like hurting men and making them bleed, but nothing gets your cunt wetter than a hard spanking.”
“Well done, angel. Your first orgasm that you gave yourself.”
“This isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” he says. “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you until you come even harder.”
“Is that what you want, my filthy little angel? To fill your hungry pussy with my cock?”
“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, then fill you with my cum. You’ll take every drop until it’s dripping down your legs.” “Leroi, please.”
“I meant every fucking word. You’re mine, whether you want me or not.”
“Every man who has ever touched you is either dead or disfigured,” he says. “Yet I’m still here with only a stab wound. You purposely missed my vital organs. That’s your way of showing me love, angel.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Is it? You’re holding this scalpel to my throat and not cutting it. That’s your way of saying ...
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