Tyrant Stalker (Tyrant Dynasty 2)

"You better not be fucking lying," I hiss as I toy with her, wiping the precum off my cock with her cunt, grinning at her as she whimpers. "Because I'll hunt you down... I know who you are, where you live. You'll never escape me now, little bird."

"I don't want to." Her words excite me. She's such a willing victim. I fucking love it. "Take it, please, Parker, I don't want to keep it, I don't want to have it anymore, please... Take my virginity... I want it to be yours."

With a groan, I push myself into her dripping wetness. She tenses as her snatch stretches around me, her walls desperately trying to accommodate my girth, but it ain't fucking happening. I'm too big for her. I'm going to tear her the fuck up.

"You ready for this?" I growl. "It's going to hurt..." I have no interest in making this easier for her. I get off on this. On the scent of her fear, on the taste of her sweat, blood, and tears. "Tell me you want me to hurt you."

"Hurt me," she breathes in desperation. "Please, Parker, fucking hurt me..."

I give her what she wants. With a single thrust of my hips, I bury my length inside her. She screams, but I don't give a shit. I'm too far gone in my obsession to care about what my victim wants. All that matters is pleasing my cock, feeding my addiction. I have an appetite, and I'm going to use my little bird to sate it.

"It hurts," she cries out. "Please, Parker! It hurts!"

"I don't care," I growl, driving myself in and out of her again and again. It's hard to give a shit now, when I'm so fucking close, when her desperation tastes so damn sweet. The walls of her pussy are closing in, holding me prisoner in her cunt. There's no goddamn way I'm pulling out now. "Just take it. Tell me how good it feels."

She cries out but doesn't try to stop me. Instead, her little fingers wind through the strands of my hair, gripping me, holding on for dear life as I fuck her harder, rougher, meaner. Every thrust of my hips marks her. Every time I push my cock deeper, she cries out in pain. With each second that passes, my obsession grows.

Until I finally pull out. She cries at the loss of my cock, accusing eyes meeting mine. "Don't stop, Parker..."

"You have one hole left," I grunt. "I'm taking that next."

"No, p-please." Now she's stuttering, growing paler by the second. "You already took so much from me... Please don't take any more."

"I'll take whatever the hell I want," I hiss. "You're mine. Repeat it to me."

"I'm..." She bites her bottom lip. I can see her getting worried when she looks at me. She's scared. "Please, I..."

"Say it!" I demand.

"I'm yours."

"Forever?"

"For..." She swallows. "Forever, Parker..."

I grab her, throwing her over to her belly and propping a pillow under her. I spit on her ass, watching it dribble between her cheeks, her skin so pale and beautiful, completely unmarred. I wish I could leave more marks, and the desire to carve my name into her grows.

I'm sick. I shouldn't be thinking this shit. And I'm already obsessed with someone else – my stepsister. Dove is just a fucking kid. She doesn't deserve this. Doesn't deserve to be hurt by me.

None of that helps, though. I still want her, and before I can change my mind, I thumb my spit over her tiny asshole, making it wet before massaging her puckered hole with the tip of my finger.

"You were innocent before," I mutter. "But no more. Not again. Not after I’m done with you."

"P-Please," she begs as I grab her by the throat, twisting her head so she's forced to look at me. "Please, Parker, don't hurt me."

"You were begging for the opposite moments ago," I remind her cruelly. "Which is it, little bird? Pain or no pain?" I ask her as I push a finger into her.

She doesn't answer, merely mewls in response, but I'm too far gone to give a damn. Instead of waiting for Dove to make up her mind, I line my cock up and force it into her, growing harder and needier as I push deep. I break that cherry, too. She screams as I fill her up, and my cock grows, throbbing in tune with her desperation.

I can tell she's hurting. She seems to be drifting in and out of consciousness now, her body limp beneath mine. But still it isn't enough to stop me. I fuck her like it's my last time. I don't have mercy for this girl. I can't let myself have mercy, because it would mean I care, and I don't care about anyone.

I keep going until her moans and cries grow softer and softer. And when I finally come in her tight little hole, she doesn't even respond. She's gone somewhere in her head, a dark place where everything is okay and the monster from her nightmares isn't holding her captive on this bed.