Emperor of Corruption

MIA

MIA

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"You're fucking delusional if you think I'm going to give you a blowjob in the middle of the woods, and at gunpoint no less."

His fingers slide down to my throat where he squeezes the side hard enough to make me lightheaded and dizzy. It didn't help that I didn't eat beforehand, because I felt a churn of vomit rising up my throat.

"Delusional or manifesting it?"

The urge to kick him in the balls and escape intensified. However, the urge was overpowered by the impending consequences.

A scowl made its way to my lips. The fucking bastard. Despite my inner turmoil, every inch of my body wouldn't stop shaking uncontrollably.

I've never been in a predicament like this before, and for good reason. Before tonight, I made it a point not to go outside after midnight.

He's going to blow my brains out if I don't comply. That's what scared me. His lack of remorse is enough to send fear down a grown man's spine.

My hands dug into the skin of his thighs through his pants, as he caressed the top of my head, feigning tenderness.

"What's it going to be, koroleva? Your mouth wrapped around my cock until I paint your insides with my cum, or the wolves?"

In my honest opinion, Kenzo is worse than the wolves or any animal out here.

But I knew if I wanted a chance at getting out of here unscatched, then I'd have to put away my pride and dignity for a night and give in.

My heart plummets in my chest as I ponder over the thought. I felt like I was about to puke all over him.

This had to be some kind of bad dream. But as I repeatedly blink over and over again, I realize with growing dread that the nightmare is real, and there is no waking from it.

This had to happen. Right here and right now.

"Fine." I gritted out through the pain of both the grip on my hair and my knees scratching against the hard ground.

The corners of his lips lift as a slow, steady smile slides over his lips. "Good girl." He pats my head like I'm a fucking dog. Tilting his head, he snaps a finger at me. "Take off my pants."

I lift my hands to do just that when he slaps them away with a tsk and a shake of his head.

"Ah-ah," he chides, his voice dripping with condescension. "Not so fast. Take them off with your teeth."

"You have to be joking. How the hell am I going to do that?"

"You're a smart girl. You'll figure it out."

I lower my gaze to his pants, the fabric seeming to taunt me with its defiance.

With a trembling breath, I lean in, my lips brushing against the coarse material. The smell of his cologne mingles with the sharp scent of his skin, making my stomach churn.

I grasp the waistband of his pants between my teeth, trying to steady my nerves as I carefully pull.

"Now my boxers." His hand met my cheek for the second time tonight when I furrowed my brows in defiance. "As much as your resistance turns me on, I suggest you take a long look at your predicament versus mine before you give me any more attitude."

I didn't bother hiding the annoyance evident on my face as I pulled down his boxers. My eyes widen as he pulls out his hard cock, which looks huge despite the lack of light.