Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xi.

XI

This chapter contains smut.

I never thought the day would come. The day I give up my dignity, hope and self respect. And for what? Fifteen minutes of pleasure? I loathe him. I absolutely despised him, but my body yearned for his touch, in fact, my body craved his touch more than anything.

I didn't even try to protest.I hated how much my body reacted to his fingers, as if they owned me. I slid into the back. A yelp escaped me when my ass was met with a harsh slap.

"What are you doing?" I managed to ask just as his hand yanked my dress up, exposing my bra to his maniacal eyes, that went absolute berserk once they took in the state I'm in. I bit back a moan when he cups one boob in his hand.

His eyes met mine in a fury. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Hide yourself from me. Never do that. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel." Of course he does. It's his way of knowing he can assert dominance over me whenever. This time, when he unclips my bra, cupping both of my boobs in his hands and smothering them in his face. I knew better then to hide my moan.

My body was sent into a frenzy. I was heating up for all the wrong reasons. You're supposed to hate him, not enjoy how good he feels.

We're parked in the middle of the woods. The only source of light we have is the moonshine. The last time I checked it was 11:42pm, it's bound to be 12 now.

"Your tits were made for my hands." He spoke, placing light kisses on them. I suck in a deep breath. "Did you wear this bra for me?" Another kiss, and another. Fuck. His hand that wasn't occupied reached down, cupping my pussy. "Then you must've worn this underwear for me, too. You know how much I love black, especially on you, baby."

The air around me suffocated my breathing tank, as I kept taking deep breaths in hopes I'll wake up soon and this nightmare would be over.

This isn't a fever dream. It's reality.

My eyes shot open when I felt his lips wrapped around my nipple, as he played with the other one. He sucked, licked, groped, every fucking thing, and  it felt so good.

I felt filthy, hot, and zealous. I cry in pleasure, enjoying how good his tongue felt on me.

He stopped just as my breathing increased.

"What are you doing?"

His heated gaze travels from bottom to top, stopping at my breasts that physically ache under his gaze. "Your body was made for me and me only."

Before I could figure out what the possessive glint in his eyes met, he lifts one of my legs and I squealed before I bite down to shield the sound. My palm slaps against the window for balance as Silas rests my legs on his shoulders and dives straight between my legs.