Tyrant Stalker (Tyrant Dynasty #2) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tyrant Dynasty Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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After finishing up in the bath, I lather myself with lotion and leave my hair to dry in natural waves. I lie on the soft bed and appreciate every inch of my skin touching the pillows dressed in pure silk.

A piece of paper slides under my door, and I remember the list I'm supposed to write. There are so many things that come to mind I'm shocked – usually I'm not one for little treats like this.

I add a chocolate bar, a matcha latte, and one of my favorite books, Rebecca, to the list. After thinking about it for a moment, I add a toy too. If I'm going to be stuck in here by myself, I might as well make Nox's life a living hell.

I pass the note back and crawl back into the bed. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep. The silky sheets work their magic and for the first time in years, I sleep like a baby.

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I have no idea what the time is when I wake up. My head is still full of the dream that took over my sleep, with Nox fucking me, torturing me until I was begging for an orgasm. With a groan, I roll over onto my belly. That's when I see it. There's a small wicker basket by the door.

Heart pounding with excitement, I pick myself up and rush to it. The basket has everything I asked for – an old, beaten up copy of Rebecca, a glass tumbler with a green concoction, and a chocolate bar. And right there, in the middle, there's a long, velvet bag.

I tear into the chocolate bar and dig my teeth in. Halfway through it, I realize this must be the first time in years I'm enjoying a snack without feeling guilty. But I can't even think about my eating habits right now – my attention is focused solely on the velvet bag in the basket.

Crumpling the wrapper, I toss it aside and lift the velvet bag out of the basket. Inside, there’s a toy. It's a massage wand, with a thick, rounded top, and no wire. I turn it on and it rumbles to life, making me flush.

I take it with me to the bed. The phone Nox mentioned is waiting on the bedside table and my heart pounds as I pick it up. Just like he said, nothing works but the cameras, which are already recording.

I shouldn't give in to his demands, but a part of me wants to make this as difficult for Nox as it is for me.

Before I go on, I strip my clothes off until I'm bare. I climb on the bed and get myself into position. My mouth is watering at the thought of Nox watching this, knowing what I'm doing for his pleasure alone. I position the wand to my center. The rounded tip fits perfectly between my pussy lips, and the pressure on my swollen clit is already almost too much.

I offer the nearest camera full view of my drenched pussy. I turn the toy on, and it vibrates to life with low, rumbly sounds.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in my head. The silence and being alone combined are doing things to me. I want him to watch me. I want him to fuck me.

Need uncurls in my belly, deep, dark and alarmingly fast. I rub myself with the toy, eliciting shaky moans. I want to say his name, beg him to fuck me, but I don't. Instead, I just get myself off with the toy, imagining him watching the feed wherever he is right now. The orgasms come fast, my legs and eyes fluttering as I allow the relief to wash over me.

"Fuck," I breathe, pushing the toy, bringing myself so impossibly close my eyes roll back from the effort not to come. I flick my clit with my free hand and moan again. Is he watching? Why isn't he here yet? Doesn't he want to fuck me?

I close my eyes and I come again, then again. I didn't even know I could push myself this hard, but my body is pent up, needy for a release. I could keep going for ever. In my mind, I make a stubborn promise to myself – to keep fucking myself until Nox loses his patience, barges in here and gives me what I'm so very fucking desperate for.

I keep going, never letting myself stop. One orgasm melts into another as I rub myself with the wand, teasing my cunt by pushing the vibrating tip inside myself every so often. I'm getting so fucking close I know it's going to happen eventually; I'm going to fucking soak this bed. I'm going to come so hard my pussy will squirt out all the frustration my stalker makes me feel.


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