Page 144 of Degradation

All the men stand there, staring, watching as this scene plays out, and in truth, this here is as much for them as it is for Paitlyn. I’m making a point, staking my claim the only way they’ll truly understand. They may all have had fun with her before, but she is off-limits now. The most they’ll ever get is a glance at her because if they lay one finger on her, I’ll carve it off and make them choke on it.

“Show them.” I murmur in her ear. “Show all your old guards who this cunt now belongs to.”

She tenses as I say that and clearly, she had no idea we were being observed.

I catch her throat with my hand, my fingers tightening enough to ensure she feels it. With my other hand I yank her hair to stop her from hiding her shame.

“Show them.” I repeat.

She hisses, shaking her head. “I’m not your pet.” She snaps back. “You named me a queen,yourqueen. Is this how you treat royalty?”

My lips curl. Oh, she is learning, isn’t she? I knew she was smart, I knew it.

“You want me to do the worshipping, is that it?” I murmur into her ear. “You want me to get on my knees for you?”

She shudders, and I feel her insides clench around me, revealing how desperately she desires that.

I let out a laugh. “If that’s what you need, then I’ll do it. I’ll worship you, I’ll fucking kill for you.”

She bucks her hips harder, her movements become far more savage as I say those words, as I promise that. And she’s moaning, crying, sounding like she can’t get enough of this.

A flashback hits me, of her spread out, laying wide open, weeping out as I made her come over and over for me.

Even then, even when I knew I was breaking her, stripping her down to her most based desires, she never sounded like this, she never sounded so…

I shake my head, my eyes fixing on the guards nearest. They’re staring at her, at her cunt, at where my cock is impaling her. I can see the hunger in their eyes, I can see the way they all want her. For a second, I feel like him, like her bastard of a husband. I feel exactly the same, using her, abusing her, shaming her.

Only, she used to cry when he fucked her, she used to cry and beg for him to stop. She hasn’t told me to stop once. She hasn’t said those words.

And yet they’re still watching, still seeing this.Her.My bride-to-be.

I narrow my eyes, my hand finding the gun beside us, and I pick it up, pointing it at them. If they think of doing something, if they think of intervening, of trying anything…

One of them shifts, his hand moving to his trousers and I see him grab his cock.

I pull the trigger, blasting his head off and he falls down, his head half missing, dead before he hit the floor.

Paitlyn cries out in shock, her body stills. I lower my head, murmuring into her ear. “You wanted me to kill for you, correct? Can’t now cry over spilt blood, can you?”

She gulps, shaking, and I grab her breast, pinching the nipple to give her a little hit of pain. “Fuck me, Paitlyn,” I tell her. “Show me how happy you are at me already delivering on my part of the bargain.”

She moves her hand to my thigh, digging her nails into me through the fabric. But she’s slowly moving, slowing riding me once more.

I run my nose up her neck, breathing in that sweet scent of hers. She smells so delicate and yet I know that too is a disguise. She isn’t delicate like a flower. She’s delicate like a bomb.

I growl as I realise that fact, as I realise what she could be, what she will be, if I can only get her to embrace that side, embrace those dark fucked up desires within herself.

Sweat starts to bead on her skin, her cries turn more erratic. I can feel how close she is, how close my queen is.

I pinch her nipple again, pinch it hard and just as she shatters entirely, I thrust one last brutal time and empty myself inside her.

Devin

Icarry her into my room. I can’t tell if it is her shame or exhaustion that made her slump against me but in truth, I don’t have time to analyse it right now.

Fucking her, while fun, was not the right move. If her mother was here, if they could find us, then we’re in serious danger. Instead of recognising that fact, I let the adrenaline take over, I let my cock do all the thinking.

Christ, I’ve barely been back inside her a day and already she’s making me lose all rational thoughts.