The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 152: How Much I’m Ruined For You

"You’re so stubborn, darling." Kraven mused as his fingers retreated completely.

Isadora’s eyes snapped open at the loss, her lips pressing in a thin line as she glared at him.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow. "If you want it then say it."

"I’d rather leave," she replied, struggling against him but his weaves only got tighter causing her face to contour in pain.

Kraven barked a hard laugh at her reply. "Gods! You never learn."

She gasped as his hand around her neck got tighter until she could feel a crushing sensation. Her eyes widened in horror.

"I’ll have to force it out of you then." He titled his head to the side, his lips wide in a haunting grin that sent shivers down her spine. "I wonder which will happen first... will you say the words I want? Or will you run out of breath before you do."

His hand slipped back to her core again, but he didn’t thrust, only pinching the sore tender area, and Isadora’s body vibrated in response but his hand wrapped around her throat got tighter.

The air was suddenly lost to her, but she was insane to crave his fingers to keep going and ignoring the fact he would strangle her to death at this very instant.

"I’m getting impatient, darling." He pinched again, harder this time, forcing a cry out of her.

Isadora squirmed against him but it only hurt more, her lips parted but no sound came out.

Kraven’s eyes darkened as her face grew paler but the silly girl was trying to reach her release rather than worry about air.

He retreated his fingers, easing his grip around her neck. Isadora inhaled and exhaled sharply, her chest rose and fell heavily as the air found her lungs again.

Her red eyes staring at the insane Fae, it was at the tip of her tongue to throw words at him but she couldn’t because she needed to catch her breath.

"Let’s try this again." His fingers traced circles around her sensitive spot, slow and torturous, keeping her on edge.

But her body shook with both delight and terror, succumbing to his touch but her head screamed for her to run.

"You want it don’t you?" He nipped her ear with his teeth, before licking her earlobe. "Your body sings for me, darling." He chuckled softly. "I smell your fear too."

She tensed as his hand found its way back to her throat, but rested there as a reminder of what he could do. How he could easily snap her neck if he willed it.

But despite this, why does she feel he wouldn’t go through with it? It was a silly thing to think of when his thirst was clearly on the surface.

But still she felt it. His aura was calm. He was controlling himself but for how long?

"Say the words," he purred. "I’ve repeated myself multiple times and you’ve to pay for that."

He thrust his fingers into her again, more brutal and fast compared to his torturous tease. They pumped in and out of her rapidly and Isadora’s body squirmed from the sheer force.

Thick breathy moans flying from her lips and echoing around the hall.

Kraven growled like an animal, increasing his thrust and his hand gripped tighter.

"I’ll ruin you, darling, I’ll keep you like this for as long as it fucking takes," he voiced darkly to her ears. "You’ll sit on my throne, aching and dripping for me until you admit what we both already know."

He stilled his movement instantly, causing a strangled cry from Isadora, the hot tears sliding down her cheeks as her body trembled beyond control. freewebnσvel.cѳm

She couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much!

He forced her chin causing her teary eyes on him. "So beautiful," he purred as his length almost tore through the confinements of his leathers, aching to be buried deep inside her.

"Y-Yours," she said, swallowing her gasp, her throat aching, hands, leg and everywhere else too. "I-I’m yours. P-Please just..." She couldn’t finish as her shuddering breath followed.

Her mind yielded for him.

"T-Touch me..." she begged desperately.

"That’s my girl," he voiced in pride, with an edge of possessiveness that almost knocked the breath out of her. His eyes twinkled in joy. "I’m yours too."

Isadora’s heart stilled at his declaration, eyes searching for any hint of lie but there was none, just his undeniable obsession and desire.

Could she handle all that? It darkened his silver eyes to the point she feared what he would do... to her and for her.

His fingers were back in an instant and this time he didn’t waver, he didn’t pause, he worked her core so hard it stung and pulsed with raw need.

Isadora kept her eyes on him as her lips parted in a voiceless scream, surrendering herself to him in a way that exploded her entire mind until all she could breath, smell and think was him.

"That’s right, darling, come for me." He picked up his pace until he welcomed her release, he kept going as he dragged more from her, racing toward that same edge over and over again.

Isadora was on the verge of passing out, she lost all feeling from her waist down but he kept thrusting after giving her what she wanted causing her body to come alive again.

Another pleasure crashed in when he curled his fingers and his name flew from her lips as she fell apart again.

"Give me everything, darling, don’t stop!" he rasped, almost coming in his pants as he watched his perfection shatter beyond reckoning.

The organ in his chest tugged at the angelic sight of her and for a minute, time hit a pause as their gaze remained locked on each other.

Kraven broke the spell as he crashed his lips down on hers and swallowed her screams.

He held her through every wave of pleasure that stormed through her body, decorated his throne with her essence.

Kraven savored everything, every gasp, and sweet sound until her body sagged against him, utterly spent and only then did his thrust stop.

Isadora’s ragged unstable breath filled the air, she groaned when his dark weaves retreated allowing her to curl comfortably on his lap.

But her moment of peace was snatched out from her when his dark weaves came forth again and carried her, forcing her to the knees before him. It banded her hands behind her back and kept her in place.

Isadora pinned her wide eyes on the wicked Fae who had a cruel smirk plastered on his lips.

"You didn’t think I was done did you?" He chuckled deeply as he leaned forward and grasped her chin. "I’m just getting started."

A shiver shot down her spine, she kept her eyes on him as he leaned away and unzipped.

A gasped escaped Isadora as his manhood sprouted free. She almost choked on her own saliva at the sight of it.

’How did that fit inside me?’ she thought in horror. ’Did he do something to make it smaller?’

Isadora was stunned to the core, feasting her eyes on the raw part of him, marred with angry veins, and a piercing at the cap.

Kraven chuckled at the mortified girl. "Surprised?" he asked in a teasing tone. "Don’t be... and yes it did fit."

’That’s impossible!’ She leaned away but the dark weaves banded around her kept her body in place. "That thing would have split me into two!"

Kraven raised an eyebrow. "It did." He palmed it with his hand. "That’s the most amazing thing about a female’s body. Thank Almadra."

Isadora’s breath hitched as Kraven gave slow strokes to his length.

"You see how hard I am? This is because of you, I can’t go through the day without the thought of burying myself inside you."

’I’ll never let that thing inside me again!’ she thought, cheeks flushed and her mind screaming at her to turn away but she didn’t... she couldn’t.

She was stupidly mesmerised by the sight of him touching himself, knowing he was ruined because of her.

"Eyes on me." He breathed as his strokes got faster and harder. "Look at what you do to me," he added through clenched teeth as the sensation bit through him.

Isadora’s lips parted, the words choking in her throat.

"Just the sight of you is enough to drive me insane." He groaned as his strokes picked pace—breathy groans vibrating from his chest.

Isadora’s core clenched at the sound, she was mentally thankful for the dark weaves keeping her in place because the gods knew she would have done something stupid.

"Every time you breathe, move, I feel it here..." He stroked to the top as he kept his heated gaze pinned on her. "The burn." His fist clenched tighter.

Isadora noticed he got more promenitent and the veins bulged against the hard flesh like he was on the verge of exploding.

"I’m not just showing you this, Darling. I’m branding it into your skull. Never forget who you belong to."