Chapter 44

Chapter Forty-Four

SERAFINA

It feels like a veil is being gently pulled from my face. The last memory I have are voices screaming.

My stepmother. Danielle.

I hear their screams in my head but as my eyes flicker open, there’s no sound at all. My back is stiff. So is my neck.

“Ty,” I whisper. “Ty… please…”

“I’m right here,” a deep voice says to my right.

My eyes fly open and I sit up so fast I’m dizzy. Tyrant touches my shoulders to ease me back down but I resist. I reach out and touch his face.

“Am I dead too?” I ask.

“I’m not fucking dead, and neither are you,” he says.

“I saw you. On the floor. The knife…”

“Takes a lot more than some vengeful cunt stabbing me in the back to end my life,” he says. “I would fight every demon in hell to escape back to life to make sure you were safe.”

I groan and I lunge for him. I need his mouth against mine. I need to feel…

When we kiss, I melt. I can’t help myself when I tilt my head back, groaning loudly, feeling his lips and tongue touch my neck. I turn my head, wanting more.

When I see the bloody, battered, split open head of my stepmother just a few feet away, I scream.

Tyrant pulls me closer to him. “It’s over now. They’re gone.”

My hands start to shake as I realize I’m staring at a dead body. My stepmother. Dead. By the hands of Tyrant.

I gasp for a breath. Tyrant’s right hand touches between my legs, pressing hard. My jeans are driven against my panties, then against my pussy with force.

“Ty,” I groan. “What the fuck…”

“I killed them both,” he says. “I put a rope around Danielle’s neck with a cinderblock at the end and threw her into the pool. She fucking drowned to death.”

I bite my bottom lip and feel sick. Tyrant’s fingers dig harder against my jeans. The pressure between my legs is insane right now. It feels so good. But it can’t feel good. Can it feel good?

“Your father was a powerful man, Serafina,” Tyrant growls into my ear. “He gave up all his power for your mother. So they could have love. So they could have you. That’s what your stepmother wanted. Power. That’s why this happened. Fuck her. Fuck them all.”

I whimper. “What about…”

“What? What about what?”

He then looks at me. Our eyes lock. I’ve never felt a feeling like this before. Actual love.

I reach down and unbutton my jeans. I grab Tyrant’s hand and move it, wanting him to actually touch me. My teeth chatter and I can’t stop shaking.

He allows me to slide his hand down the front of my panties. I curl my fingers against his. He curls his fingers and touches me.

“You’re safe now,” he says. “I’ll always keep you safe, even if it gets bloody.”

“I trust you.”

His middle finger strokes my clit. My hips jump.

“Nothing of this will come back to you or me,” Tyrant says. “Everything will be cleaned up and that will be that. She ’ll just vanish, along with a couple million dollars, which will be lost forever. But that’s a small price to pay.”

I glance to my left. I stare at her head, split wide open. Blood everywhere. Her body nothing more than a shell. No life. No existence.

As I look at her, Tyrant slides two fingers down against my entrance, plunging his fingers into me. Stroking my G-spot, leaving me groaning in my throat as I stare at my dead stepmother. This is fucked up and sick and…

I start to turn my head but Tyrant grabs my chin. He makes me stare at my stepmother’s dead body. He slams his fingers into me, deeper. The only time he removes his fingers is to place them against his mouth and taste me.

“Fuck the world, Serafina,” he whispers as his lips flirt with my neck. “I will kill anyone who even thinks about hurting you. Without hesitation. And I’ll fuck you on their corpse.”

I groan and bite my bottom lip. His fingers are vicious, thrusting into my pussy once more.

I tell myself to close my eyes but I can’t. I can’t help but look at my stepmother’s dead body. Knowing she wanted me dead. She wanted everything my father had worked for, and then some. Not to mention that my father was supposed to be part of the legion . Still so much of that world I don’t understand.

But…

“Fuck her,” I groan. “Cunt deserved to die. I love you for killing her.”

I cry out, throw my arms around Tyrant’s neck and pull at him.

“Fuck,” he growls.

His fingers slide out of me. He jams those wet fingers into my mouth, against the back of my tongue. I barely keep myself from throwing up.

His hands grab my jeans and panties at the same time and pull with force, stripping them down my legs. I quickly kick to get them the fuck off.

He pushes his pants down, letting his insanely thick cock spring free.

I feel him between my legs. Big. Forceful. Tears rush to my eyes as I can’t believe just a short while ago I thought he was dead. I thought I would never feel this again. His touch. His thrust. His cock opening me.

He slams forward, taking me.

“Look at the dead cunt with me,” he growls.

He turns our heads. His left cheek touching my right cheek. He’s pumping, thrusting, fucking like a machine.

Part of me wishes my stepmother would come back to life just so she could watch Tyrant fuck me. So I could be the one to fucking kill her.

I grit my teeth and groan, seconds away from climax. I growl deep in my throat and collect a whole bunch of spit and then launch it.

Tyrant keeps fucking me as I watch a glob of my spit fly through the air and actually hit my dead stepmother’s body. The top of her head. Mixing with her blood.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Come on my cock right now,” Tyrant orders me. “And look at that cunt’s dead body. That’s what happens when someone fucks with the woman I love. The woman I’m going to fucking marry.”

He thrusts with more force than ever before. I cry out from a jolt of pain that quickly resolves itself into pleasure. My body loses control. I’m spilling all over the formal dining room table. This stupid fucking table that my stepmother demanded we have for big dinners that never occurred.

I orgasm and fresh tears fill my eyes. My heart has been broken for years. And this evil man is the one who stitched it back together. This murderous man. This man… who loves me. I can’t wait to marry him.

I smile as tears run down my cheeks. Tyrant keeps fucking me, grunting with each pump of his cock. I’m done staring at my stepmother’s dead body. All I want to do from here on out is stare into Tyrant’s dangerous eyes.

So I can feel safe forever.

The blindfold gives me a little anxiety from everything that’s happened. I trust Tyrant. I love Tyrant. My body is his. My existence is his. I am his.

I take a deep breath and wait. My wrists are tied to the posts on the bed. My knees are bent and my ass is just there. Waiting for Tyrant.

My ankles have been strapped down to the bed with a leather strap that attaches to special hooks on the sides of the bed. This is intense. This is hot. I’m shaking and I’m soaked.

“I’m here, lover ,” Tyrant’s voice growls.

That’s what he calls me now. I’m not his claimed one anymore. I’m his lover . God, it’s so fucking sexy to hear him say it too.

Tyrant climbs onto the bed behind me. His hands touch my ass cheeks, kneading and spreading. Thumbs teasing my forbidden hole. Rubbing and pressing, opening me little by little. He spits. I feel his spit hit me back there and his thumbs spread and press some more.

He uses one hand to take the blindfold off me. I look back at him. Pure muscle. Fury. Desire. Hatred. Anger. Lust. Every terrible fucking emotion you can think of, that’s what Tyrant is. And I want all of it. I need all of it.

He drops down and I feel his breath against my hole. The tip of his tongue touches, flirts, circles around. I pucker and groan. He’s really back there… licking…

His tongue thrusts, gently opening me, leaving me groaning. It’s such a foreign feeling, yet it sends such warm pulses elsewhere throughout my body. He kisses up to my lower back and positions himself behind me, lining his cock up against my pussy, thrusting deep.

He’s like an animal in need of mating. He just takes and fucks. His hands cup my breasts. His fingers play with the nipple piercing he gave to me.

I scream as once again a healthy mix of pain and pleasure collide, sending my body over the edge into orgasmic pulsing. Anymore, when I start to come, I can’t stop. It’s not just one after another. It’s just endless. Completely and totally fucking endless.

Tyrant pulls back, taking his cock from my body. His right hand smacks across my right ass cheek with a loud slap. He then grabs my ass and opens me.

The second the tip of his cock touches, I groan and exhale, knowing I need to relax and prepare. He presses forward, taking me from behind, forcing my ass to accept him. It feels so fucking good. It sends my body spiraling.

“Squeeze and take my cum,” Tyrant says. “I want you dripping cum from your ass when we face the legion .”

He thrusts deeper and I cry out. I love the feeling of him back there, inside me. That forbidden lust and slight confusion always seems to make me feel, which is always encapsulated by the rush of pleasure I feel when his cock hits all the right spots back there, making my pussy throb, keeping me in that permanent state of orgasmic bliss.

Tyrant fucks my ass until he comes. He holds himself deep inside me and I feel him pulsing. I feel his cum back there, warm and thick, clinging where it should not necessarily be.

He pulls my hair, stretching my neck back. His left hand grabs my throat. He arches his back and lowers his mouth down to mine with an aggressive kiss.

“God, I fucking love you, Serafina,” he growls into my mouth.

He kisses me again and keeps fucking my ass. I’ve reached the depths of hell where it truly feels like heaven.

And I’m perfectly okay spending the rest of my life here.