Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 225: Tie me…(R18)

Chapter 225: Tie me...(R18)

Rome had done something similar to Noah or maybe it was the opposite but that’s the not the point.

The point was for him, Emmie had never felt anything. Decades together meant nothing. There was no bond, no sexual desire, no love.

All Emmie felt towards him was hatred.

Only that.

Raw, bitter, and growing day by day until that fateful day when without any remorse, she killed him mercilessly while looking at him dead in the eyes.

But Noah...

Noah was different.

He had murdered Justicia’s lover right in front of her. Then, he broke her will and enslaved her without any hesitation.

Just one of these acts would be enough to make any woman loathe a man for eternity.

Yet here she was kneeling while naked. Shivering and begging the killer of her soulmate to fuck her.

It was...Sensational to say the least.

And at these thoughts settled inside his mind,

Noah stared at Justicia, letting the silence hum with tension before finally walking to his bed and sitting at the edge, his white runic eyes glowing with intensity, lips curved in that teasing, knowing smile.

"Do you want it that much?" he asked, voice smooth and calm.

"Yes...yes I do," Justicia whispered like a prayer.

"Then come get it, my dear slave." Noah said with a deep and husky voice.

Those words came from the deepest pit of lust. They didn’t sound human. They sounded like sin had taken a voice and decided to mock the divine.

Justicia trembled violently.

Her breath hitched, her body spasmed in heat as she began crawling — slow, hungry and needy.

Every inch she moved left a trail of her wetness behind. Her pussy was soaked, leaking juice that dripped onto Noah’s pristine white floor.

It wasn’t silent.

Plop.

Plop.

The sticky, filthy sound echoed like a perverted drumbeat.

And Noah noticed.

Of course, he did.

He saw it. Heard it. Smelled her.

His cock twitched. Then it throbbed. And then it hardened — fast, hard, unforgiving — like it had a mind of its own.

Because no matter what else life had to offer, the sight of a prideful, once-powerful woman crawling for his cock...

That was something Noah couldn’t get tired of.

There was something cruelly beautiful or maybe even sacred in seeing a woman who stood tall, proud and untouchable in front of the world... now reduced to a trembling, leaking slut who only bent for you.

Only for you and not for anyone else.

That’s the kind of woman worth ruining the world for.

By the time Justicia reached him, she didn’t wait, she didn’t even ask.

She immediately started to undo his pants like a madwoman, desperate, fingers trembling with hunger.

When she finally freed it — Noah’s thick, fat, veiny cock sprung out like a monster finally released from its cage.

The scent alone hit her. Heavy, masculine, primal.

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went hazy. Her thighs clenched. Her pussy gushed again.

"Finally... finally..." she muttered like she’d found salvation.

Noah tilted his head slightly. Still smiling.

"What are you waiting for?"

She looked up.

He didn’t need to repeat himself.

"In your mouth."

He could’ve slapped her, and it wouldn’t have hit harder than those three words.

She opened wide and took him in. All of him. No hesitation.

Her throat stretched unnaturally, but she didn’t care. Her tongue swirled, her mouth drooled, her eyes rolled.

She gagged. She choked. She sucked like a woman who’d been starved for years and just found her first real meal.

Wet, obscene, slurping noises filled the room.

Noah’s eyes closed. His head tilted back. The power, the filth, the heat — it was all too much.

And Justicia? She wasn’t stopping. She was now moaning around his cock, touching her own tits, pinching her nipples hard like she needed pain to handle the pleasure.

Then an idea hit her.

She pulled back with a wet pop, grabbed her enormous tits, and squeezed them tight around Noah’s shaft.

The moment she started sliding them up and down—

"F-fuck... yes...!"

Noah’s moan was guttural, raw. His eyes fluttered. His hips twitched.

"Perfect," he muttered, eyes glued to the way her tongue teased the tip every time her breasts dropped.

It was disgusting. It was gorgeous.

The room smelled of lust. Their breathing was loud. Their moans layered in a symphony of filth.

Minutes passed.

Noah’s balls clenched. His thighs tensed.

"I’m gonna cum!" he barked softly.

Justicia didn’t miss a beat. She lunged forward, took him back into her mouth and—

He exploded.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot into her throat. And she swallowed. Every drop.

No flinch. No cough. No mercy.

She gulped him down like holy water, like she was dying and he was the only thing keeping her alive.

POP.

His cock slipped out of her mouth, still twitching.

He opened his eyes to see her sitting there, mouth open, a little cum dripping down the side of her lips and looking at him like a girl desperate for praise.

’I did good, right?’ her eyes screamed.

Noah smiled at this.

Then stood.

All his clothes vanished in a blink, and Justicia’s eyes widened in glee. Finally.

She was finally going to get what she wanted.

He walked over and crouched and lifted her like a princess before carrying her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, then leaned in, lips near her ear.

"Tell me... how do you want it?"

Justicia froze slightly at this question.

Then suddenly her face turned crimson. She avoided his gaze like a shy schoolgirl which only made it filthier somehow.

Noah tilted his head.

"Tell me. I won’t judge," he said with a small teasing smile.

She bit her lip, heart pounding. Then, barely louder than a breath, she whispered,

"Tie...me..."

He blinked. "What?"

She swallowed hard. Then screamed it:

"TIE ME AND FUCK ME!!"

This time, he heard it.

Loud and clear.

—End of Chapter 225—

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