17. Eve
EVE
His lips devour mine with brutal possession.
I scream into his mouth, but that only spurs him further. His tentacles keep my arms flat to my sides while spreading my legs wide. Pushing against him only makes more of his hard body come into contact with me.
His straining cock rests hotly atop my stomach. Seeking tentacles graze my bare pussy in maddening ways.
It’s an invasion, a complete disrespect.
My mind is saying to fight harder—scream louder—while my body wants to yield completely to his dominance.
I’m not enjoying how astute he is. It’s as if he looked deep into my heart and beheld the lonely wretch that I am.
Harven sees every jagged piece of my soul, hollowed out by years of loneliness, and seeks to mend it with possessive desire.
I’m right to be wary.
I know myself well enough to understand that once he has me and makes good on his promises of pleasure, I won’t be able to hold back from giving him my heart. It’s why I’ve spent so long alone. I couldn’t do casual after a certain age.
My mind was constantly wanting more—demanding more. If Harven had me and I became pregnant, I wouldn’t be able to withstand him seeking out another.
I fear that more than his brutality.
He assures me that won’t be the case. The king kisses me like he’s trying to lay claim to my soul with every teasing dip of his tongue against mine. The slick muscles thrust deep, mirroring the motion of his tentacle prodding at my entrance.
Despite his assurances, he made no mention of dismissing his Pearls. How can I be certain of my role when they are still within the castle? As long as they are here, a part of me will always worry he prefers them over me.
So my fight continues.
I bite down on his thrusting tongue, tasting blood. Harven rears back with a snarl. The hand around my throat pins me to the satin sheets. It’s not tight enough to hinder my breathing, but enough to remind me of my place.
Harven rubs his injured tongue over his lips.
“Not nice, little mate.”
I scissor my legs to loosen his tentacles' grip. Defiance rises within me like a tidal wave. I need to fight harder. To tell him no, and mean it.
The words never come. He had been right. I do desire a firm hand, and if anyone can give it to me, it’s Harven.
If he wants me to submit, he’ll have to earn it.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I sneer.
Fear trails an icy finger down my spine as Harven’s face twists. His lips curl into a cruel smile.
The kind he bestows on his enemies before ripping them to shreds.
A monster has me pinned. I shouldn’t be provoking him, but I can’t help it. His dominant nature sparks a contrasting urge to push back. I have to fight him.
I’ve always wanted this—needed this. No one I’d been with before was willing to take the game this far. My boyfriends and flings were shocked when I’d voice my desires to be overpowered. Harven does so without asking me. He hears my no and blatantly ignores it.
It’s wrong—wicked—and I need to test its limits more than my next breath.
Harven’s hand splays over my breast. I moan as he roughly shapes it. His large thumb teases my nipple through the satin. His tentacles pull my legs farther apart until my inner thighs burn from the stretch.
Harven settles deeper against me. The scent of sandalwood seeps into my bloodstream. He crowds me—overwhelms me with his oppressive presence.
The only thing separating me from his cock is two thin layers of silk. I feel his decadent weight and breadth. When the time comes, I have no idea how I’ll fit him inside of me.
Harven will make it fit, no matter what. Of that, I’m sure.
He releases my wrist only to shackle them above my head. My body bows off the mattress as his fingers trail between the valley of my breasts. They hook into the low neckline as my breath catches.
“Don’t even think about it.”
The sound of fabric ripping fills the air.
My chest is bare in the room's blue light. Cool air teases my distended nipples. The pink buds stand at attention for Harven, who greedily teases each one. I shove against him with my lower half, but that only succeeds in forcing his cock tighter between us.
“You bastard!” I screech.
Harven gently pinches my nipple.
The pain and pleasure make a keening moan fall from my lips. He gives my other breast the same treatment, then soothes the ache with his tongue. Sucking one breast into his mouth, he gently plays with the other.
I turn obscenely wet between my thighs. The fabric pooling between my legs clings to my damp flesh. Harven’s tentacles softly flick against my clit. The slight press makes me moan and thrust my breast further into his mouth.
Releasing it with a pop, Harven bites and sucks his way across my chest, leaving behind red marks. Giving the same attention to my other breast, he looks up at me with feral delight.
“I am a bastard, Eve,” he muses, tracing a finger around my pink nipple. “It’s why I had to fight ten times harder for my throne. You should remember how ruthless I can be when I want something. How deadly.”
“Get off of me!”
“You’re so beautiful, Eve.” The wonder in his voice softens the deep timber. “I don’t care if you get tired of me saying it. The depth of your beauty will enthrall me for eternity.”
I roll my eyes.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He pinches my nipple, and I scream.
Biting the upper swells of my breasts, Harven licks at the mark. A slim tentacle joins him on my chest. The injured one with the pronounced scar nuzzles into my other breast. Using its good sucker, it latches on. The force of the suction makes pleasure spread thickly through my veins.
“Stop.” I don’t mean it. “Harven.” My king. “No.” Yes.
He ignores me as if reading my mind. This is wrong, so incredibly wrong. I’m powerless to stop him.
My fight dwindles the more he teases my body.
He licks my nipple again, causing my hips to lift, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache. Broken moans fall from my lips as I rub against him. If he let go of my hands, I’d pull him closer, not push him away.
Harven grins against my skin.
“That’s better, my mate. Look at how good it can be when you stop snarling at me.”
“Fuck you,” I grumble.
Harven’s blunt teeth dig into my skin again. The pain once more sends wetness dripping out of me. My arousal spreads down my thighs.
“That’s the idea, Eve.”
Licking and sucking his way up my skin, he kisses the hollow of my throat. The tentacle between my thighs dips into my entrance. My eyes snap open at the sensation.
“Don’t you dare—”
My words die in a groan as his tentacle pushes inside me. The slender appendage doesn’t travel too deep, but I feel deliciously full as it parts my wet folds.
Harven slides it deeper, then pulls back, setting a maddening rhythm.
He chuckles into my neck.
“You’re soaked, Eve.”
My face heats as his tentacle slips in deeper. The suckers graze along my inner walls in a maddening way.
“You fucking bastard—I’m going to kill you!”
“Threatening the life of the king is a capital offense, my mate. Do you wish to rethink your words?”
“No,” I bite out.
The tentacle inside me pauses its thrust. Looming over me, Harven’s smile is one of pure male satisfaction.
“Then you will be punished for your treasonous words.”
My eyes widen as his tentacle slips from my body. Gripping my hips in his large hands, I claw at the sheets to try and scramble away.
“What are you—”
The rest of my dress shreds between his palms. My naked skin is flushed and glistening, but I don’t get a chance to stare at it before he flips me onto my hands and knees. I brace my palms on the mattress as his tentacles lift me around the middle.
A few remain curled around my ankle, making it impossible for me to escape.
Harven’s hand thrusts my ass higher into the air. A second set of tentacles bind my arms behind my back, and I’m forced to support my upper half on one shoulder. I glare at Harven, who merely smiles. The bastard is enjoying this.
His calloused fingers skim down my spine.
“You have the softest skin.”
Warm palms settle atop the globes of my ass. He pulls them apart as my face burns. The tentacles keep my legs apart. He can see every needy inch of me.
“Harven,” I keen.
“My king,” he corrects. “As my prisoner, you’ll show me respect.”
A thick finger slips between my ass cheeks. The digit teases my back entrance as I push my face into the sheets.
“Has anything ever been in this little hole?”
“Absolutely not,” I bark into the satin.
His finger swirls around the tight ring of muscle.
“Something will soon enough.”
Oh, god. I open my mouth to argue, but the words die in a moan as Harven thrusts one finger inside of me. I whimper into the sheets as he stretches me. His hair tickles my ass as he presses a kiss to my left cheek.
Adding a second thrusting finger into my pussy, I can’t catch my breath before I feel his tongue at my back entrance. He licks the unused hole with relish. The slick muscle glides in with determination. No one has ever touched me there.
The sensation is dark and dirty. I need more. All of it.
“Harven—”
He smacks my ass. Hard.
I yelp in pain. His fingers rub the sting away as I seethe.
“What did I say, Eve?”
“You fucking—”
He spanks the sore spot again, then another on my other cheek. The pain burns through my body, making my pussy clench around his fingers. Harven chuckles, no doubt reveling in my desperate state.
“Try again,” he purrs.
Snarling into the sheets, I meet his eyes over my shoulder.
“My king.”
“Good girl,” he praises.
He returns to his sensual assault.
The two fingers inside my pussy set a punishing rhythm.
They curl inside me, pressing firmly against my G-spot. Stars dance in my vision. I’m not normally this receptive to fingering. It may have something to do with Harven’s tongue in my ass.
His slick muscle fills my hole as his fingers work in time. I’ve never felt so full—so thoroughly used.
His scarred tentacle slips over my hip and delves between my thighs. It works my clit, alternating between harsh sucks and firm presses.