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“Don’t,” I whispered, but that didn’t stop him from yanking his hands apart and tearing the fabric right down the center of the garment.
My breasts spilled out, and I flushed with shame and embarrassment, but the fire of arousal was already licking at my insides, and I very nearly cursed aloud at the traitorous state of my own body.
I couldn’t like this.
Ishouldn’t.
He continued down the front, destroying the gown one stitch at a time. My chest rose and fell, and the cold air made my nipples pebble, but that was the only reaction I allowed him to see.
The Dark King leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, his body looming over me.
“Release me,” I demanded.
“No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and dark and all things cruel.
I gulped and he watched me closely before he leaned in and nibbled on my ear. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering shut. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, and the sound seemed to satisfy him. He smiled and I wanted to hit him, to strike him with everything I had, but I held still.
Even as he tore my dress the rest of the way down the front.
Even as he exposed the full expanse of my body to his view.
Even as he moved his head down and flicked his tongue out, tracing the curve of my breast with agonizing slowness.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t even breathe.
And when he closed his lips around the peak of my nipple and sucked, my mouth opened, and a small gasp escaped me before I could stop it.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked.
“You belong to me, little thief. Inallways,” he murmured, his teeth scraping against the tight little bud and making me arch clean off the bed as fireworks shot down straight to my core. I could do nothing as he kissed and suckled my nipples. My blood boiled with desire, and I couldn’t do anything other than lie there and take it.
He isn’t hurting you, at least.
Memories of the spanking over his knee surfaced and I blushed, momentarily reminded of the slight soreness in my bottom cheeks as I lay against the bed.
I hated him.
Iloathedhim.
And yet, my body betrayed me. My pussy was wet, drenched from his attentions and from the knowledge that he could do anything he wanted with me, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
I closed my eyes, trying to will myself into another world or another memory, but his mouth closed over my nipple while his fingers toyed with the other side, driving fiery sensation throughme again and again despite everything I was trying to do to stop it.
He continued his journey down my body, his lips and tongue torturing me until I was practically writhing beneath him, my breathing ragged and uneven. Then, without warning, he stopped.
My eyes flew open, and I stared up at him, my chest heaving.
Then, he returned his mouth to my breasts, caressing and kissing them until my nipples were harder than diamonds. Each tight bud was on fire, pleasure radiating outside and sinking straight into my core, and I didn’t want to do anything to let him know how much of an effect he was having on me, but I knew soon it would be out of my control.
He didn’t stop, not until I was practically shaking beneath him.
My breasts became more and more sensitive, and the longer this went on the wetter I became. There was no denying it. I could feel it dripping down each inner thigh, one drop after another and he hadn’t even turned his attention there yet.
He pulled back, his gaze locked onto mine, gleaming with some sort of wicked satisfaction, and I rolled my upper lip at him.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I spat.
