Semper (Stygian Isles #2) Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Stygian Isles Series by Natalie Bennett
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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I stiffened, fear churning violently in my stomach. Yet, underneath it all, something else stirred. Something I hated—an unsettling pull toward his twisted desires, a part of me I despised but couldn’t fully deny.

His grip tightened around my throat. I whimpered, my body instinctively tensing as my hand pressed against his chest, hoping for some space—some air to breathe.

"Do you understand?"

I hesitated for a second, my mind screaming at me to resist, to fight back, but my body knew better. I tried to nod, desperate to relieve some of the tension, but he held me in place, waiting.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice soft but ironclad.

"I... I understand. I do," I whispered, barely able to push the words past my lips.

His grip softened just slightly, and his smile was one of quiet victory. "Good," he acknowledged, his voice almost gentle. Still gripping me by the throat, he walked me backward a few paces and then stopped. "Now kneel."

My heart thudded painfully in my chest and my legs trembled as I sank slowly, reluctantly, to the floor.

The weight of his command was heavier than any physical force, pushing me down until my knees pressed against the cold, hard marble. As I knelt, the space around us seemed to shrink, his presence enveloping me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. It was only then, in that agonizing moment of submission, that I realized where he had placed me. Close to the towering statue of the Devil, where the weeping woman knelt.

Still, he held onto me, his gaze traveling over my body I clenched my fists, fighting to maintain my composure.

His dominance filled the space between us, suffocating yet inescapable. With a deliberate slowness, he reached down, undoing his slacks. He lowered them just enough to free his cock, and the size of him, so close to my lips, left me breathless.

He was massive in every sense—thick and long.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low.

Heart racing, I hesitated for a split second before parting my lips. I felt the heat of him, the power behind his control. His grin widened, satisfied. He positioned himself, his control never wavering. Releasing the grip on my throat, he tangled his hand in my hair, guiding me forward, filling my mouth even when I gagged, my throat constricting around him.

He held me in place, his grip unyielding. He watched my face as I struggled to accommodate the size of him, devouring my every reaction.

His grip on my body was unyielding and suffocating. I could feel his eyes boring into my face, relishing every tremor and gasp as he forced himself deeper.

Panic and pain surged through me as I struggled against his hold, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Wider," he commanded.

Desperate to escape, I tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into my scalp, keeping me in place. My resistance only fueled his desire as he continued to fuck my mouth with brutal force. The taste of him filled my senses, a bitter reminder of how powerless I was in his grasp. His cock pulsed with each aggressive thrust while I choked and whimpered beneath him, saliva running down my chin.

I knew the only way out was to make him come. When he thrust again, I took him in as fully as I could, hollowing my cheeks.

“That’s it,” he praised, his tone still so controlled.

I licked and sucked, wrapping my fingers around the slick base of him as much as I could, reaching into his dark boxer briefs with my other hand.

I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them with a firm grip as I continued to suck and lick every inch of him. Anya had once told me the guys she was with usually loved this. He groaned, and I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth I gave it my all, stroking and sucking harder, determined to push him over the edge. Alexander grunted, his topaz eyes half-lidded and intense.

"Fuck, deliciae," he growled huskily. "You're so good.”

His thrusts grew more forceful, hitting the back of my throat and choking me. But I didn't pull away - I needed this to be over.

With each swallow, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, pulsing with impending release. The fear and pain mixed with an intoxicating sense of submission and sickening arousal. I struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

His eyes remained locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unyielding.

My name escaped his lips, and I felt the tension in his body increase. The ferocity of his hips intensified, causing me to let out a choked whimper as he tightened his grip on my hair. With each stroke of his cock, I sucked harder, desperate to please him. Suddenly, he released himself into my mouth, filling it with his salty release that strangely reminded me of fruit. It was a welcome relief. He held onto my head as he thrust until there was nothing left.


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