Chapter Fourteen
Annalise
T his is for Ciel.
I keep chanting to myself over and over again that what I am doing is for his future. There is no stronger emotion in the world than my love for my son. I can no longer be a hindrance to him. It’s as Joan said, I must become strong, starting with pleasing his father in whatever way he deems necessary.
The burning in my chest grows by the second from my lack of oxygen. My cries are muffled by Cyrus’s cock, which is lodged down my throat, preventing me from breathing. I push against his thighs, but my struggles seem to spurn him on as his grip on my hair tightens, forcing himself even deeper.
“Do not complain if I go too far.”
These words ring in my head as he continues to fuck my throat, his shaft seeming to grow harder with each passing second. Finally, he pulls himself out of my throat, allowing me to breathe. I suck in a deep breath, coughing from choking on him. My gaze shifts to him as he stands over me, lightly stroking his swollen cock, now glistening with my saliva. His gaze is dark as he eyes me, an involuntary shudder rippling up my spine.
“Come to me,” he says in a husky voice.
Wiping my chin, I slowly move to where he is, not having time to think of my next moves. His hand is around my throat in seconds, his lips roughly coming over mine. His kiss isn’t gentle or soft. It is hard and filled with rage and lust as he pulls my bottom lips between his teeth. I cry out in pain when I feel a sharp nip on my lip, pulling back in shock.
He bit me.
But he doesn’t give me a chance to check the damage as he roughly shoves me back onto the bed, pulling my legs apart. His eyes seem to dilate over me as he takes me in completely at his mercy. He smiles as he leans into me, his lips hovering over my mound.
“Anna… your heart is beating so fast,” he chuckles, his eyes meeting mine.
He holds my gaze as he closes his mouth around my pussy, the warmth of his tongue enclosing my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. I cry out, arching my back as I involuntarily push my hips deeper into his mouth. He chuckles as his grip tightens around my thighs, pulling me wider apart. His tongue licks and laves my clit, the rough texture of his tongue flattening against me, forcing my pussy walls to contract in pleasure. I tense when I feel his finger pushing inside of me. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me in such a way, and Cyrus’s finger is enough almost to send me over the edge.
And he notices.
“You’re sucking me in… have you not touched yourself in my absence?” he chuckles between my legs.
My silence is all he needs to continue what it is he’s doing, adding another finger inside of me. Now, I release a breathy moan as the feeling of fullness overtakes me. I never let another man or beast touch me in my time away from Cyrus. When I decided to run, I also decided to dedicate my life to raising Ciel. He was the center of everything for me. Even when I found myself aching with need in the middle of the night after dreams of my time in Cyrus’s bed, I still never touched myself. But my body awakens immediately from Cyrus’s touch as if I never left.
Cyrus is over me, his hand closing around my throat as he positions himself at my entrance. My hands immediately fly to his hands around my throat as he cuts off the circulation, thrusting inside of me all at once. I cry out in pain from the suddenness of his intrusion. It’s been over a year since Cyrus touched me in this way, my body having difficulty adjusting so suddenly to the size of his cock. I can feel him stretching me impossibly, and I can do nothing as he squeezes my throat even harder, blocking my air.
His thrusts are rough, jarring me with each press of his pubic bone against mine. Even more terrifying, his eyes are focused on me, taking in my expression as he cuts off my air supply, fucking me mercilessly. My nails dig into his hands as the edges of the room begin to dim. He’s choking me. To my utter horror, a smile finds its way onto his lips as he watches my struggles.
“Fight me. Fight for the very breath only I can give you.”
His words are chilling as his thrusts grow more violent by the second. He’s literally fucking the life out of me, and I can’t even cry out. His chuckle fills the air as he studies me.
“Is that all your life is worth, Annalise?” His grip tightens, and I feel the strain his strength leaves on the bones in my neck, my eyes watering from lack of oxygen.
A small squeak leaves my lips, and to my relief, Cyrus releases me. I suck in a deep breath, pressing against his chest as my screams fill the air, and Cyrus’s maniacal laugh mingles with the sound as he roughly hoists me up, flipping me so that my face is against the headboard, my ass facing him.
I cry out when he roughly enters me from behind, his arm wrapping around my throat to pull my back flush against him. His cock is impossibly large as he fills me, and I feel as though I can’t take it all. Not like this. Not at this angle. He drives deep within me, stroking me past the point of pleasure. His hands roughly grip my cheeks, forcing me to crane my neck to the right so that his lips can cover mine. His kiss isn’t gentle. It’s rough and filled with anger as he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. I cry out in pain, trying to pull away from him, when he bites down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. And to my shock, he doesn’t let me pull away. His tongue traces my bottom lip, taking in what he drew from me.
My brain shifts to Dimitri’s words in the camp that day.
“You left me with them. You left me to endure his wrath.”
Is this the wrath Dimitri spoke of? Is this why Joan is so adamant about me remaining by his side? This must be the beast that I left behind, the beast who took his rage out on everyone surrounding him. There is no reasoning, no mercy, only suffering at his hands.
His thrusts grow violent, and I can feel his rigid length growing harder inside of me. He’s close. He releases my throat, pushing my face into the bed as he fills me with his seed. The heat from his cum sends a tremor to my pussy, the feel of the hot liquid seeping out of me, dribbling over my clit as he continues to fuck me. He finally releases me, letting me fall forward on the bed, my breathing ragged.
I did it. I made it through my first night with him.
I tense when I feel him roughly pull my arm, lifting me up from the bed. His hands are around my waist, lifting me with ease as he smashes my back into the wall, entering me in one swift thrust.
“Ngh!” I cry out, my eyes wide with fear as I meet his gaze. His pupil is vigorously shifting, the same way it did in his tent that day, and I feel fresh fear squeeze my throat as he watches me with visible anger.
“You know me much better than that… surely you did not think I would be done with you after one round?” he asks.
“I…”
I am unable to find the words to respond to him, fear clutching my throat. He smiles at my lack of wording, his lips pressing against my throat.
“Let us continue, shall we?”
Cyrus is relentless. His restraint wasn’t just to prevent himself from harming me. It was holding back from taking me.
I cry out, my eyes rolling back as Cyrus thrusts into me once again. I don’t know how long or how many times he has found his release and continued to fuck me. I’m covered in sweat, my arms and legs held over his shoulders and arms as he plunges into me relentlessly. My pussy is so sensitive that with each stroke, I fear I might orgasm all over again.
Cyrus’s mouth covers mine, his tongue delving past my lips to mimic what his cock is doing. His tongue tangles with mine, building my pleasure once again, forcing me to scream as my pussy spasms uncontrollably around his cock. He releases my mouth, letting my guttural groans fill the chambers as I convulse in his arms, the pleasure too intense.
Cyrus pulls back slightly. His eyes are focused on me intensely as he watches me come apart in his arms yet again. He doesn’t say anything as he leans into me, kissing me deeply once again before his thrusts continue.
I’ve turned a beast into a monster.
The sun is shining into Cyrus’s bedroom chambers, signifying another day’s start. Though my night only ended hours ago. The sound of my breathing fills the room. My throat is swollen from his grip throughout the night, making it difficult to breathe. I tense, my eyes widening slightly when I realize Cyrus is still inside of me, his cock hard as he’s pressed flush against me from behind.
A light knock sounds at the door, and I tense as Cyrus shifts behind me.
“Your bath is ready, Your Majesty.”
The sound of a servant’s voice comes through the door and I once again say a silent prayer that she doesn’t open the door, seeing me in this state.
“We will find our own way.” Cyrus’s voice sounds behind me, tears instinctually springing into my eyes.
He wasn’t lying when he said he’d built up restraint. I think last night, the small shred of control he had splintered the longer he took me. Cyrus’s hand slips around my front, gripping my breast. His thumb lightly drags over my nipple as he speaks to me.
“Go get dressed in my robe. We shall get ready for the day together,” he says in amusement.
I release a trembling breath as he slowly pulls out of me, allowing me to get up from the bed. I grab the robe that lies in a heap on the floor from last night. My fingers tremble as I fasten the ties of his robe. I feel Cyrus’s eyes on me as I perform my task, but I don’t dare look up. I can’t face him. I’m frightened.
I’ve been a part of Cyrus’s sexual exploits since I first came to the palace. I’ve even been the target of his desire. But I’ve never seen him so… primitive. It’s terrifying. My eyes silently scan my arms and the horrible bruising that mars my flesh. I don’t know how long Cyrus fucked me throughout the night, and honestly, I stopped counting his climaxes. At a certain point, they no longer mattered, as I knew it wouldn’t be the end of the night. I don’t know if I can do this again, but I bargained for this.
The sound of Cyrus standing forces my heart to beat faster as he approaches me silently. He stands over me, his aura making it impossible to think straight. I cringe when he wraps his arms around me from behind, but he only takes the ties from my clumsy fingers, tying the robe for me.
“Is this not what you wanted? To satisfy me as you once did?” he says in amusement.
He steps around me, his finger dipping under my chin, lifting my head to meet his gaze. To my horror, tears fall down my cheeks as I look him in the eyes. Cyrus seems overjoyed with this new situation that has been created between us as he studies me, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto his lips. His fingers trail from my face to the opening of his robe, his eyes filled with lust as he gently pushes aside the material.
His gaze lingers on the seal he bestowed upon me before coming back to rest upon my face. I don’t know what he’s thinking or what he plans to do, so I stand in front of him, trembling like a fool. It’s all I can do.
He releases a breathy laugh, pulling his hands away from me.
“Go. I will join you for breakfast.”