Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

He dipped his head in my neck, inhaling. His hold loosened up for a second before he grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me impossibly closer.

He looked up and I felt his face behind my neck.

"Look, little one," he commanded. I closed my eyes and looked down. I don't want to look up. 

He scares me.

"I said look up!" He shouted and wrapped his fingers around my neck and made me look up. I looked up only to find us standing in front of mirror. He was towering over me with his full height.

My eyes met his reflection in mirror and he smirked. 
We were standing in front of mirror with me caged in his arms, one was on my waist and other was on my neck. My back pressed against his chest. 

"Look at your self, love." he whispered in my ear and I involuntary looked at my reflection. 

My face was flushed. My hairs were all over my face. My nightie was riding up my thighs. It was barely covering my legs. I could see red underwear I was wearing. The straps were loosely hanging on my shoulders. The deep cut on front was showing my breasts. I was afraid, if I moved one inch, my breasts definitely would be on full display. 

I was almost naked.

His eyes travelled around my body and his pupils dilated. 

"Aren't you a little temptress." His hand moved towards my thighs and I gasped. 

"You are such a fucking tease," he whispered loud enough for me to hear. His hands move higher till they were near the edge of my panties. I shiver from sudden contact. He kissed the side of my neck, then moved towards my shoulder. He teased the strips of my nightie with lips. His fingers teasing the sides of my panties. His hand moving up and down on my thighs. 

Without any warning he moved his hand under my nightie slightly pulling it upwards. My panties were full on display for his hungry eyes. I tried to pull it down but he swiftly grab my hands and lock them behind my back with his one hand.

"Don't!" he growled. 

His fingers move up towards my chest, taking my dress up with them. He grabbed my breast harshly. I yelped in fear. 
"Stop, please!" I said almost whispering.

He chuckled darkly. 

"I want to fuck you, isn't it obvious.." he wispered. I was feeling trapped but most of it I was scared of his next move. 

Scared of his wrath.

Scared of his hunger.

"Would you like to see how hard you make me." he said bitting my earlobe.

"No, please!" I said immediately. I was wondering how did I become so obedient suddenly. My voice was low and pleading. 

"You are my little love slave. I should have you tied up to my bed, so you won't try to escape from my grasp again." he continued. His hot breath was on my neck. He was kissing my neck and sucking at the same time. His hand was playing with my breasts. He was enjoying all this. 

And I was felling all the emotions.

Rage.

Anger.

Fear.

Panic.

Terror.

Fright.

Exhaustion.