Papa's Prey Quotes

“Ignoring her apology, Lucian pulled his cock free from his trousers. His thick shaft already hard and ready for her warm, tight mouth. “I will show pity on you, little one. Spread your thighs open nice and wide. If Papa does not find the sweet cream of your own arousal on your cunny, you will be spared.” Once again, Corinne bit her lip in nervous mortification. She already knew her body was betraying her. There was just something about his strong, tall presence. The way he commanded her obedience. Touched her. The sound of his voice. As much as she wanted to scream and rail at his debasing treatment…still…there was something torn and twisted deep in her soul that craved it. She could hear the rustle of fabric as he crouched down in front of her. Two fingers reached out to caress her cunny along the seam. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I believe the lady doth protest too much,” he teased using a line from one of her favorite Shakespearean plays.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“Corinne watched in horror as Artemis’ talons sunk into the smaller bird’s neck. The bird went limp as Artemis shrieked again in triumph before returning to Lucian’s side, placing the dead bird at his feet. Corinne covered her mouth in disgust. Lucian turned his heated gaze on her. “Never forget, little one. It is the hunter who survives and the prey who is consumed.” Another warning.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“Lucian softly whistled, and the bird immediately swooped down and returned to her perch on his arm. He stroked her breast and the bird cooed in response. Corinne felt a twinge of jealousy. It was absurd of course, it was a bird. Still, something in her longed to be petted by him as he whispered soft endearments. There was also something darker, primal, which awoke at the sight of him mastering such a fearsome creature. Bending it to his will. The frightening side of her that responded to his pain-filled touch…that submitted under his command came to mind. He was dominating both nature and her own body.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“Lucian moved to stand behind her, his hand resting possessively on her waist. He leaned in close to whisper against her ear, “You do not tame such a wild bird. You train it with careful conditioning. You show the bird that you and only you are responsible for its care. You control its environment. You feed it from your hand. You determine when it can feel the freedom of the open sky. Soon it comes to rely on the protection you offer.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“Lucian ran the back of his knuckles down her smooth cheek. “You deserved the punishment. You disobeyed me.” “Yes, Papa.” “I already enjoy seeing you in pain. How your small body tenses with each strike of my hand. The look of my mark on your lovely skin. Do not push me further, little one. I wouldn’t want to force you to accept more pain than you could handle. Then I would have to find myself a new doll to play with.” Her body trembled with fear, but he could see the unwanted spark of unholy arousal in her expressive eyes. She was too innocent to understand. He was too experienced not to notice.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“In each, the man’s chest was pale and smooth, his shoulders slight, his arms narrow and delicately formed. Not so the man who now stood before her. He seemed more beast than man. Deeply tanned skin bulged over sinewed muscle. The scattering of dark hair only emphasized each chiseled groove. His arms were thickly corded with muscle as well. Uncomfortable with the powerful display, Corinne shifted her gaze to his hands. His long fingers were curled into two brawny fists at his side. Everything about him screamed power, aggression, and dominance. There was no hint of a gentleman. The trappings of his title were stripped away, laying bare only the man beneath. Her stomach fluttered at the thought.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey

“The sacrifice of Andromeda. Corinne stared at the fair maiden’s face. It was lit with hope as she stared straight ahead. Looking for her hero, Perseus, no doubt. Did the painting foreshadow her own fate? Would the man she was to call Papa be the monster or the hero? Corinne so very much feared she already knew the answer.”
― Zoe Blake, Papa's Prey