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Crave Me, My Monster

She was betrayed. She was broken. She was left to die. Sold to the black market by her own sister, cheated on by the man she loved. Murdered with nothing but tears and heartbreak in her final moments. But fate had other plans. Now, she’s back—one month before it all went wrong. This time, she’s not the naive girl who trusted too easily. This time, she has a plan. Step one…seduce Rael Morgan—her sister’s cold, powerful billionaire fiancé. Yet, what starts as revenge quickly spirals into a dangerous game of obsession. Rael doesn’t just fall for her… he claims her. Body and soul. How will she escape his grasp?
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Chapter 4

~Rael~

Something about the way she looked at me made my cock harden in my pants. All I wanted was to claim her, to fuck her until walking was a problem.

It had taken me a lot not to pin her to the wall in the restroom at the restaurant earlier and fuck her till she was begging me to stop.

When she muttered “Fuck me, daddy,” I snapped, picking her dainty figure in one swift motion and heading the inner lounge of my office.

“You've awakened the monster, how do you plan on taking him?” I asked Harriet as I pushed the door open. My mouth brushed against her ears, and I felt her shiver against my touch. This 18 year old had really pushed me to the wall, forcing me to use her however I wanted. Yet beneath her feisty look, I could see the innocence that clouded her blue eyes. It only made me want to taint her.

“I'm yours, daddy,” she whispered into my ears, making my cock throb in my pants. I could feel it begging to be released, and in one swift move, I put her down in the lounge, unbuckling my belt, a cruel smirk coming to rest on my lips. She had awakened the monster, and now she was going to take it like the slut she was.

Binding her hands with the belt, I pulled her to her knees in front of me, pulling off my shorts to let my hardened cock spring free.

She gasped, her mouth agape, not expecting me to smack her face with my cock. This gave me the perfect opportunity to shove it into her mouth, gagging her.

“That's right, dirty little bitch. Seducing your brother-in-law.” I said, my voice hoarse as her pouty little mouth closed on my cock.

“Fuck, that's right. Suck my cock. Suck it good and get it ready to fuck your dripping cunt.” I cooed, throwing my head back in utter delight as her mouth worked on my member. The way she licked the tip of my cock, twirling her tongue on my pee hole made me shiver, a loud groan escaping my throat.

“You're daddy's little girl, do you hear me?” I declared, and she tried to answer, the vibrations in her throat pleasing my cock even more.

I groaned, my eyes catching sight of her wetness that had dripped onto the floor.

“You're so wet for daddy, aren't you? Begging to be fucked?” I asked, my lips curling up as I grabbed her head, forcing my cock deeper into her throat.

I could feel the intense feeling traveling in my veins, and with one final plunge, I groaned as I emptied my semen into her mouth.

“Fuck. You suck cock so good.” I muttered, pulling my cock out of her mouth.

“Swallow it.” I declared, seeing her eyes widen in shock as she held my cum in her mouth. My eyes bore into her deeply, and I watched as she closed her mouth, the warm liquid sliding down her throat swiftly.

“Tastes good, doesn't it?” I asked, lifting her chin up for her to meet my gaze. Her eyes were glassy with tears from having my cock deep in her throat, yet she still nodded.

“Daddy's cum tastes so good.” she muttered, making my lips curl up into a smirk.

“Good girl,” I said, my eyes catching sight of the puddle that had appeared between her legs on the floor.

“Looks like you've been too comfortable. Dirtying the floor.” I muttered, lifting her chin up again.

I walked over to the nearby couch, settling onto it as my cock stood tall in front of me.

“Lick your juices off the floor and come ride this cock.” I commanded, my eyes glinting with something sinister, someone dark.

The way she turned around, bending to lick the sticky liquid off the floor made the veins in my manhood bulge. I could see the perfectly pink twat resting under her skirt, making my throat bob up and down.

“Daddy, the floor is clean.” she said, making me smirk.

“Now come and ride this cock.” I said, my hands settling behind my head. I watched as she struggled to get up due to her bound hands before finally walking over.

I licked my lips as she straddled me, and a gentle smirk came to rest on them as I watched her stare at me expectantly.

“Get on it yourself.” I said, the smirk not leaving my lips.

I saw her bite her lips, trying hard to align her pussy, yet no matter hard she tried, she had failed.

“Please, daddy.” she begged, making a groan threaten to escape my lips. I loved the way she begged for my cock. I loved the way she begged me to fuck her. If it were another day, perhaps I would have punished her even now, but right now, I had run out of patience.

With one swift move, I plunged deep into her, earning a loud moan from her lips. Sweet.

“Now ride this cock.” I ordered, watching as she rose and fell, bouncing hard on my shaft. The sight of her tits bouncing made me lick my lips, and I reached out to squeeze them hard as moans poured out her lips. I loved the way she sounded as she rode me. I loved the look on her face, and the drool that rolled down her neck. It was alluring.

“Daddyyyy. I'm cumming!” Harriet yelled, squealing as her eyes rolled back, her hips vibrating as she lost control of herself.

Picking her up swiftly, I headed to the nearby table, turning her over and having her back to me before lodging myself deep into her from behind while her previous orgasm rippled through her.

“I'm not done with you yet.” I rasped, a groan threatening to leave my throat as I pulled out of her before slamming back into her hard that the table shook.

Pulling out until the tip of my cock, I slammed back into her hard, earning a yelp from her.

“You're daddy's little pet, and you'll take this cock like a slut. You're my slut, do you understand?” I asked, fucking her harder with each thrust of my waist.

“Yes–yes daddy,” she answered, unable to do anything as I fucked into her hard.

An animalistic growl left my lips as I plunged deep into her, my cock twitching as I emptied my seed into her womb.

“You belong to me, do you understand?”

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