Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Soft Brutals (R-18)

Her eyes, wide and glazed with terror and lust, locked onto his. She saw herself reflected in their depths—a sweaty, disheveled, fucked-out slut with a look of pure, ecstatic terror. He watched her watching him, and a smirk touched his lips.

He grabbed his massive cock, notching it at her entrance with brutal precision. There was no teasing, no slow entry. With a guttural roar, he slammed home.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her back arched off the desk, a perfect, strained bow. The angle was different. Deeper. More intense. She could feel the thick, flared head of his cock battering against her cervix, a pain so exquisite it was indistinguishable from pleasure.

The sheer bulge of his shaft was visible through the skin of her lower belly, a grotesque and beautiful map of his possession.

He began to fuck her. Not with rhythm. With chaos. Hard, deep, punishing strokes that shook the entire desk.

THWACK!

The sound of his hips slapping against her was deafening.

CREAK... GROAN...

The desk itself was protesting, scraping against the floor with every brutal impact. Her loud, helpless cries were a constant, high-pitched wail, mingling with his guttural, animalistic grunts and the obscene, wet SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH of her pussy being utterly ravaged.

"You wanted this..." he snarled, his voice a raw, jagged thing. "You wanted your empire to see what a whore you are for my cock?"

"YES!" she sobbed, tears of joy and degradation streaming down her face. "I’M YOUR WHORE! I’M YOUR FILTHY WHORE! NOW FUCKING CLAIM IT!"

He was a beast unleashed. His control was gone, replaced by a raw, primal need to claim, to consume, to end her. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Not a hickey. A brand. A mark of ownership.

"AIEEEEE! FUCK! YES! MARK ME! FUCKING OWN ME!"

The pain was a lightning strike, a sharp, white-hot fire that detonated in her soul. She clawed at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin, her hips rising to meet his savage thrusts, her body a mindless, desperate thing begging for more of the beautiful, brutal punishment.

His eyes rolled back, his jaw went slack, and a deep, guttural groan of pure, unadulterated bliss was ripped from his chest. Seeing his loss of control, seeing the god succumbing to her body, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she had ever known.

THWACK!

The sound of his hips slamming against her was deafening.

THWACK!

The desk itself was groaning, scraping against the floor with every brutal impact. Her loud, helpless cries mingled with his guttural grunts and the obscene, wet squelching of her pussy being utterly ravaged.

He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Not a love bite. A brand. A mark of ownership.

"AIEEEEE! FUCK! YES!

The pain was exquisite, a sharp, white-hot counterpoint to the blizzard of pleasure in her pussy. She clawed at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin, her hips rising to meet his savage thrusts, wanting more, needing more, wanting him to break her completely.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over with a single, violent movement that made her head spin.

She was face down on the splintered wood, her breasts crushed against the desk, her ass high in the air, completely exposed. He grabbed her ankles and hooked them over his shoulders, folding her in half, a position of utter, slutty surrender.

The new position was beyond anything she could have imagined. It left her completely open, impaled, her pussy angled upwards for his deepest, most devastating invasion. He looked down at where they were joined, at his thick cock disappearing into her red, swollen flesh, and a sound of pure carnal lust, dark and triumphant, rumbled in his chest.

With a feral growl, he pulled out of her with a wet, sucking SCHLORP. A sharp gasp of protest was torn from her lips. "NO! DON’T—"

He didn’t let her finish. He didn’t guide her. He grabbed her by the waist and, with a single, brutal show of strength, threw her to the floor.

She landed with a soft thud, the air knocked out of her lungs in a sharp, startled oomph. The cold, hard marble was a shock against her overheated skin, and she let out a soft hiss at the contrast.

"GOD—YES—FUCK!" The scream was different this time, not a single piercing note, but a string of shredded, choked-out curses. Her back arced off the marble, a perfect, strained bow, only his pinning hand preventing her from bucking him off. The sheer bulge of his shaft was visible through the skin of her lower belly, a grotesque and beautiful map of his possession.

The sounds were a symphony of depravity. A loud, wet schlorp echoed as he withdrew, followed by a deep, "Nnngh—" of pure male satisfaction as her slick walls clung to him. Then a sharp, fleshy SLAP as his hips met her ass.

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