Stolen by the Submarine （Preview）

I growl and stroke my tongue over hers. The warm, wet heat of her mouth entrances me as her sweetness explodes along my tastebuds, and I dominate every inch of her depths with sensual licks. When I pull back and nip her bottom lip, she hiccups and shakes her head.

I drop my forehead to hers and force myself to speak through the haze of lust.

“Beg me. Worship me. Curse me. It’s all the same down here in my hell, angel.”

She shakes her head harder. I snarl and tighten my fist in her hair.

“No matter how hard you fight or how loud you scream, no one can help you now. You’re mine,” I promise.

“I don’t want to die,” she whispers.

I lick the shell of her ear despite the filth covering her, so addicted to her taste I’ll do anything for more, and moan.

“You won’t. Not for a long, long time. I plan to enjoy your body for years. I’ll have you trapped on my knot and full of my seed for decades. I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with my offspring.”

Her pupils shrink. The light blinks, offering me red snapshots of her response. Shock parts her swollen lips. Yearning fills her face.

Disbelief closes her expression.

Anger rumbles from my chest.

I will own every piece of her. She’ll see. I’ll make her regret doubting me.