05-08-2020, 01:40 AM
Ryker fixed Oriena a marble cold stare: ”What makes you think I want to please a woman?” He snarled at the thought, before choosing to ignore her completely. Yun Kao’s invitation beckoned, and he intended to accept it. He stood, back turned to Oriena and the crowd. Mikael and Ivan were doing their parts. He could see the snakes slithering through tall grass, hissing and wary of an impending danger neither could see. The thrill of it quickened his veins, and he almost smiled if the muscles on one side of his face would make the pull. Yet, as he stood there, triumph bled away. His heart began to beat drums in his chest. He could feel the woman’s eyes on him, and he wanted to spit at her feet. But the more he thought about it, he couldn’t leave the bitch gloating. She thought he was a plaything to kick around and dump when done. A worm squirming beneath the grip of a god. He served no master. He would cower before none. Especially a filthy whore whose sole purpose in life was to die a twisting on the whim of some jon getting off on strangling pretty necks.
His fists clenched. How dare she laugh at him? How dare she lift a finger and expect him to play. As he stood, frozen with fury but unable to act, he fought the rising bile. He bit his tongue so hard the twang of blood dribbled down on the next swallow, attempting to stay himself, but the power followed on the ugly heels of the pain, drowning him with ecstasy. He should leave. Yun Kao was his for the taking. The Syndicate was his to conquer. It was all there on a silver platter. All he had to do was reach out and take it. Instead, all he wanted was to crush Oriena’s throat in his bare hands and fuck her until she cried with terror.
He turned, face bulging and teeth bared. He roared as the power surged, knocking those in his path completely from the stage. He jumped off the back, following the bodies keeling on the ground. A few witnesses screamed, and a couple of cocksure heroes seemed to rush in to help the damsel in distress. ”Don’t fucking touch her” he barked orders that scared them from the attempt. He snatched at her ankles with force that could wrench a dog to heel. His arms were steel, muscles clenched, vision red. Fire fueled the fists that beat submission.
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His fists clenched. How dare she laugh at him? How dare she lift a finger and expect him to play. As he stood, frozen with fury but unable to act, he fought the rising bile. He bit his tongue so hard the twang of blood dribbled down on the next swallow, attempting to stay himself, but the power followed on the ugly heels of the pain, drowning him with ecstasy. He should leave. Yun Kao was his for the taking. The Syndicate was his to conquer. It was all there on a silver platter. All he had to do was reach out and take it. Instead, all he wanted was to crush Oriena’s throat in his bare hands and fuck her until she cried with terror.
He turned, face bulging and teeth bared. He roared as the power surged, knocking those in his path completely from the stage. He jumped off the back, following the bodies keeling on the ground. A few witnesses screamed, and a couple of cocksure heroes seemed to rush in to help the damsel in distress. ”Don’t fucking touch her” he barked orders that scared them from the attempt. He snatched at her ankles with force that could wrench a dog to heel. His arms were steel, muscles clenched, vision red. Fire fueled the fists that beat submission.
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