Tyrant Twins (Tyrant Dynasty 1)

"Please, K-Kade," she whispers. "Feed it to me... Feed me your cock, please. I'm dying for it."

"What will you do for it?" I swipe my cockhead against her lips, leaving pre-cum on her eager mouth. "How far will you go to have it down your throat, Junebug?"

"I'll do anything." She's really fucking desperate now, and it's beautiful. "Anything you want, Kade... Anything you ask for, please, I'll do anything!"

"Show me," I order her, and she trembles, pushing her tits together as her eyes meet mine. "More."

She puts my cock between her tits, fucking it by moving up and down quickly. It's fucking amazing, and I groan as another bead of pre-cum escapes my tip, sliding down her pale skin. Raising the knife again, I order her on the bed. June lies back, eyes wide as I get on top of her. I pull the black leather belt from my pants and use it as a makeshift collar and leash for her. The clang of the buckle makes the hairs on June's arms stand upright, and I smirk at her.

"You're such a sick little girl," I tell her. "You live for this... To be fucking hurt..."

"Yes," she breathes. "Please, I want it. Kade, give it to me..."

Holding the knife to her throat with one hand, I position my cock at her entrance. "Beg."

"Please, please, you can have anything... I'll let you have anything."

"Will you let me have your cunt?" She nods eagerly. "Will you let me put my seed in it?" More nods. "Will you let me knock you up?"

This time, she hesitates, and I press the knife closer to her skin, making her squirm beneath me as she whispers, "Please, don't..."

"No," I hiss. "Tell me. That's what I fucking want. Another one of my children in your belly. Tell me you want it. Tell me you'll give it to me. Tell me I can have any-fucking-thing I want from you, Junebug."

"You..." She gasps when the very tip of the knife presses against her skin. Fear makes her eyes wider than ever, the pupils so dilated I can barely make out her irises with the moonlight lighting the room. "I'll let you have it."

Something's broken inside her now, and she's even more desperate. She grabs my wrist holding the knife and pushes. I break skin. A tiny drop of blood appears on her throat. I throw the knife aside and slam her against the bed.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"Take the mask off," she breathes.

"What? You're insane."

"I want to look at you." She pulls the mask off my face herself, and we stare at one another, breathing in deeply. "Kade..."

"You're reckless," I hiss at her. "This is fucked up."

I pull away from her because I can't bear to watch the drop of blood sliding down between her full, pert tits. But she's on me in a second, wrapping herself around my body and dragging me back to bed.

"You want it like this," she whispers in my ear. "Stop fucking fighting it, Kade."

She's right.

I slam her against the bed again, and her eyes widen at my sudden cruelty. I spit between her legs, and she parts them as I feverishly find her cunt. I start fucking her—wild, raw, animalistic. I don't give a shit if it hurts. All I'm thinking about is filling her with so much of my cum she'll be pregnant for fucking sure after this.

"Look at me," I growl at her. "Look into my eyes. Tell me you're a slut."

"I'm a slut," she breathes. "I'm your slut."

The darkness is taking over again. It always does when I fuck my wife, but most of the time, I fight it off successfully, refusing to give in to its siren call. But not today. Today, I fucking embrace it.

"Then milk my cock with your cunt," I order her. "Drain it. Come on my cock. Let me feel it."

I find her clit and pinch it painfully, making her eyes roll back. With my free hand, I grab her by the top of her hair and force her to look at me.

"Don't you dare look away. Look into my eyes when you come, Junebug. I want to see you fucking break..."

And break she does. Damn, what a beautiful thing to witness. Her body is wracked by the explosion between her legs, arching for me, begging to be closer to my cock that's throbbing in her hole. She's coming now, and it's a gorgeous sight to see her body succumbing to the pleasure I'm giving her.

"You wanted this," I remind her viciously. "You wanted it rough... You begged for it. You asked for it. You couldn't let it go."

"P-Please," she whispers deliriously. "Come, I want to come."

"Not again," I hiss. My fingers find her new scrape, smearing blood on her lips, her cheeks, her face. "Taste your blood. Taste what you made me do."