DARK TYRANT

CHAPTER THREE

Amber's workwear...

Amber loved being healthy. She was obsessed with remaining healthy. She was never obese and was rarely ever sick. She exercised every day and did yoga. She also ran one kilometre before she went to bed. She did stretches for her muscles but on the weekends she treated herself with cake and ice cream.

Amber had prepared bacon and eggs with toast. There was freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee. She'd also decided to have some fruit such as orange, blueberry and raspberry.

She had also taken the time to prepare her lunch. She hated the foods prepared at the clinic. It looked unappetizing. And green. It made her think of vomit.

She had made a simple barbecue chicken pasta salad for lunch. Amber loved cooking and did it as often as she could. Her parents didn't approve of her cooking. She knew she was a good cook, she had been told so many times. Amber knew not to expect much from her parents, they were a bunch of hypocrites.

Amber sat down and her mind drifted to Marcus. He was a very handsome man even with the scars. He made her feel feminine. Wanted.
Her clit tingled when he talked with that rich baritone voice of his.

She had arrived home aroused and panting for release and went straight to her underwear drawer for her vibrator.
She came twice but her body still craved Marcus. She wondered if he was masturbating thinking of her as she did of him.

She had shouted his name each time, visualizing his face and his cock inside her instead of an eight-inch plastic sex toy.
She fantasied about his unruly dark hair and his grey eyes. His skin a gorgeous golden tan that put hers to shame. He was huge and muscular but his face was sculpted by the gods. He could've been Adonis in his past life.
He may not see his beauty but she did and she wanted him.
Oh did she want him... So badly.
Amber hadn't had sex in almost four years. The sex was great. She loved the way men worshipped her curves with their hands and lips but it often left her feeling empty when the sex was over. It made her feel empty inside like she wanted, no, needed more than that, she yearned for love.
She had seen her sister use sex as a way to get what she wanted. And she wouldn't do it, couldn't do it.
She truly believed in love and wanted to be loved by a man after never been loved before.

Amber licked her lips and smiled. Marcus was a good man. He had been a gentleman and had paid attention to every word she spoke. Men like him were a rarity among today's society. And she had met one, a good one who
wanted to see her today.

Would he find her attractive? Amber had met many males who had dated or asked her out just to meet her sister and brother. There was more than a few dozen of those. It had shredded her self esteem when she was younger.

Was Marcus like that? She prayed he wasn't. All she wanted in life was a real genuine man that treasured her.

God, let Marcus be a genuine man. If he is, please let him be interested in me. I'll cross my fingers for it to come through.
Amber crossed her fingers, begging God to fulfil what she had longed for years.

DARIEN

Darien was aroused. He had been that way since he met Hazel last night. His mind would unconsciously wander to her and his cock would respond. And it didn't help much, cause each time he touched himself, his cock became erect minutes later, craving her. Craving Hazel.

He closed his eyes, it frustrated him. He was trying to work. Was Hazel as affected by him as he was by her? He hoped she was, he knew that they were meant to be more than friends. For now, they were strangers who sought the comfort they craved from each other.

Darien leaned back in his chair. He had been sitting in his home office for the past two hours but couldn't seem to concentrate on work. But instead, he was sporting an eleven-inch morning wood in his pants.

His thoughts wandered to hazel once again and her full lips. He pictured her curvy feminine body on her knees in front of him, ready to do anything to please him. He saw her in his mind, tugging his sweatpants down and his cock sprang out into her waiting hand.

All for Hazel, Darien moved his hand down to his sweatpants and released his cock from its confinement and wrapping his fist around his length before rubbing his cock.

His cock was big and much wider than the ones he had seen on porn. The mushroom-shaped head was also a dark angry purple and was leaking precum. God, the female made him want more than a scarred bastard like him deserved.

In his mind, he saw her massaging his cock and licking her lips before taking his cock into her mouth.

He gritted his teeth as he thought of her doing that to him in real life. He'd die a happy man if she just touched him with her pinky.

His cock twitched in his hand as he continued to imagine her sucking and slurping his cock like he had seen on porn before his cock jerked and rope after rope of come streamed out from the head, soiling his sweats and shirt. A few drops had spilt on his desk.

He grunted, he was not as satisfied with his hand anymore than he used to be. He wants Hazel to satisfy him and his cock the way only a woman could.

But it probably would never happen, girls like Hazel didn't go for scarred men who looked like him. She was just too beautiful for the likes of him. Just too perfect. Angelic and so damn sweet. But she was now his. He wouldn't let anyone else have her.

She's mine! Darien licked his lips. He couldn't help but wonder if she tasted as good as she smelt. Cinnamon and peaches, his new favourite.

Darien wondered what she was doing right then. Was she as aroused as him. Was she stroking herself? God, he hoped she was single. He wouldn't, no couldn't share his Hazel. She was all his and nothing no one did would stop him. They don't call him the dark tyrant for anything. A nickname he had earned when he relentlessly went after everything he wanted. And he now wanted Hazel and she would be his no matter how long it took.

He just hoped when the came, Hazel wouldn't protest his claim because Darien was the kind of man that took what he wanted even though he avoided the public eye because of his scar. He ruled his empire with an iron fist but Hazel would be his equal. His queen. And she would be treated as such. He would tolerate if anyone mistreats her or upset her. She was just too perfect for the likes of her family and he would show her that. Hazel would need for nothing but him and he would make her crave nothing but him. All he needed to do was convince her to take a chance on him and he hoped she did. Hazel was just too precious for the likes of him but that wouldn't stop him. Nothing would not even their family...

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