20. Eve #2
The tentacle in my ass pauses its invasion. I’ve never felt anything like it. Harven is everywhere. All I can feel and see is him. He’s the center of my entire world. My master.
My mate.
“I can say without a doubt you are worth everything. More beautiful than I could ever imagine.” He shakes his head. “Seeing you like this—having you at my mercy—I can’t be sorry for all those I killed. I’d do it again, a hundred times, if that’s what it took to make you mine.”
A moan rasps against my gag.
I hate how much I love his confession. Its depravity should scare me, but I’ll never fear anything about Harven. It was always meant to be like this between us.
Through death and darkness, we found each other. We will live in the light and bring life into our world to atone for the sins of the past.
The primal need in his eyes makes me wetter. I need all of him inside me.
Harven has given me the thing I’ve always wanted: complete domination. He’s killed for me and will gladly do so again.
This extreme possessiveness is what I’ve always craved. It’s why my relationships were lacking. No human man could ever give me what Harven could. The total ownership—the pleasure.
I can relinquish myself to him and trust he’ll do whatever is necessary to keep me safe.
Harven is a kraken. I can’t impose my world's morals on him. I’d never want him to change. I like him just as he is.
Fuck, I love him. I can’t deny the fact any longer. I’m in love with the male who kidnapped me. My captor. My dominant lover. My king. I love him.
I’d tell him I wasn’t currently being gagged.
“Does it scare you, Eve? The lives I’ve stolen to find you. The ones I’ll have to take in order to keep you.”
My head thrashes to the side as he sinks two fingers inside of me. He curls them just the way I like. With his tentacle in my ass, I feel extremely full.
Harven fucks me roughly with his hand, smiling at the wetness that drips down his wrist.
“Your cunt says you like how ruthless I am over you. Good girl.”
He pulls his fingers out of me. My scream of desperation turns into a yelp as he smacks his palm down on my pussy. The sting is too much. Conflicting sensations swirl inside me.
Pleasure and pain. Wrong and right. Love and hate. I’m everything all at once.
I’m Harven’s.
“You said you’d never share your bed with a monster like me.” He delivers another spank to my pussy. “Do you remember, Eve?”
I nod as he spanks me again. My eyes water as my pleasure spikes.
“Were you lying to your king, Eve? Or would you like to amend your answer?”
Slapping down on my pussy once more, he releases the tentacle from my mouth. I greedily suck down air as I stretch out my jaw. I stare at his lifted hand, knowing the answer I should give.
The masochist in me desires a bit more pain.
“I—I meant it at the time.”
Harven tsks while spanking me again. The tentacle in my ass pushes deeper.
“And now?” he challenges.
“N—now.” Slap. “Now.” Slap. “I—I.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The pain clears my head. It breaks through my last reservations until I’m nothing but a trembling mess. Pleasure rises like a wave, threatening to drown me. I’ll die happily from Harven’s torment. I crave it. Need it more than my next breath.
The confession tumbles from my lips.
“I don’t ever want you leaving my bed,” I whimper. “Never, my king. My mate. Stay with me. Breed me. I am your fucktoy to use whenever you want. I can’t live without you.”
I pant, awaiting another blow to my pussy. That’s why I’m caught off guard when a tentacle slaps my ass.
It renews my soreness from the previous night. Harven releases a snarl. His tentacles drag me into his body. The harsh lines of his face are beautiful. Primal need surrounds us.
Our souls tether together in unbreakable iron.
“You are mine, Eve. I’ll hear you admit it every day. With every breath, you’ll swear yourself to me.”
His tentacle strikes my ass again as Harven bites into my neck. My nails dig into his scalp. I let him see the mirroring madness in my eyes. I’m every bit as possessive as him.
“You’re mine too,” I growl. “It doesn’t matter who you fuck. I own you. I own your fucking heart, Harven.”
He spanks me again. My bindings tighten until my skin burns.
“You. Are. My. Mate.”
I spit each word.
His mouth comes down on mine with a snarl. He releases me, and I fall into his waiting arms. I yelp into our kiss as he slams me onto the bed. The air knocks from my lungs as he comes down on top of me.
Cupping me under my knees, he thrusts my thighs apart. Red welts and pink lines decorate my tan skin. Harven’s tentacle slithers from my ass as he sheds his skirt. Gripping his leaking cock, he slaps it roughly against my clit.
My body bows, desperate for any relief.
The head of his cock slips inside me. My whole body melts. Keeping my eyes open is a challenge as he slowly invades me. The suckers on his impressive length tease my inner walls. The size of him is obscene.
I grip the sheets until my knuckles turn white.
“Watch me, Eve,” he commands. “Watch me stretch your little pussy.”
The further he pushes, the more I feel like I’m being torn apart. I’ve never felt something so hard and hot before. My nails scrape down his back. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into his shoulder as I withstand his brutal invasion.
“That’s it. Bite me. Claw me. Nothing will stop me until I’m fully inside your perfect cunt.”
He makes good on his promise.
The only reprieve I get is once he’s fully inside. The head of his cock butts up against my womb. His rigids tease my sensitive inner walls. My body gets wetter to accommodate him. I breathe through it, willing my body to adjust and relax.
Releasing his shoulder, I lick metallic blood from my lips. Harven’s smile turns deadly.
“Naughty girl, making your king bleed.”
His hips roll back, then slide forward again. A keening sound falls from my mouth.