I watch her every callous moves... while I remain silent, as her shadow embraces me with so much love that even herself doesn't remember our history. The world we created for ourselves- just she and I...
I chuckled at how beautifully she took care of the man I sent to her door step. In return she gave me was- his family men were sheared and discarded at the doorsteps to one of my clubs. Impressive. Not bad.
Let go of the smaller fishes to catch the bigger one in the sea of ocean. Or maybe letting my little predator, even though she thinks that her position is the top of the food chain which is cute because she is and I will let my woman burn the world down while I'll be the catalyst she will never know off...
Where were we, uh... yes let those small petty animals for her hunger, such a way to lure her out and trap her into my crafted den in the vast forest but yet she will prove to me her cunning foxy nature that I adore and hate simultaneously.
That mind of her can be lethal, crafty, and bitchy at times which beautifully coincides with my sinful, manipulative, and bastard characteristics. Perfect combination. Pair made in hell.
I maybe the King but title never matters in front of her, including my money or my knowledge, everything is straight rightly discarded down into the dumpster because she was so worthy that ultimately pushed me to claim her for myself and imprint my scent deep inside her soul.
She can never forget that. A little push into our abyss of symphony is all that is needed for that mind to work for me because those wounds I gave her are mine to heal along with the happiness I provide her.
Once upon the time she was mine; Fucking wrong, she's always mine- she will stay that way because I will get her back, right into my clutches where her sanity belongs. This time I won't fucking lose her, that's my promise and my soul oath to get my rightful Queen besides me.
I redirected the small bot size or technically what my little fox calls is- nano cam robots into her room. I pretend as though I am not aroused while watching at my screen, it's tantalizing. Breathtaking. The wholesome of my Goddess.
"Fuck" I groaned, wishing I was beside her to spank those sculpted ass cheeks and massage them. Trace my tongue over her asshole to my pussy that will twitch and welcome me as if it was my home.
I touch my hard dick ready to burst out for some action-
"Dad" Deep breaths Rudra... in and out. Such a cock blocker you have given birth to, my little cunning fox.
Rudraskh Pratap Rathore, a carbon copy of myself. It amaze me how this little fucker got my uncut version of myself in him and along with my little fox's cunningness is his battalion commander among everything he does.
I lazily turned my laptop down, thus shutting my wife's porn worthy show and leaving my hardened dick yearning for release. Maybe when the talk is over it would have turned blue. I groaned under breath and I looked at my son.
"Speak"
"When are you getting my mom back?" Again. I gritted my teeth.
The conversation that I never wanted to speak out or either it's going to be god damn difficult in making him convince as the situation I am held back. I sigh.
"Soon"
"Time period dad." His question at the beat makes me pissed off. As if I know when my wife would get her memory. These mafia bastard got the fucking guts to take my wife as if they own her but she is my property, only mine. Now they will never know which shit hit them, even if I have to face my wife head on.
One hundred percent possibility of that situation because they never know who I am to her or seen my face to recognize who is the bearer of the empire. Except for my mask. God of Death.
"Depends on your mother"
"Are you a broken recorder, dad? So, how long are you going to stay clueless about bringing your wife back, at least before the figuration of stalking?""
Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... He's only four...
I continued to inhale and exhale to not snap out at my son. Okay... God!... he's my flesh and blood, and hers too. I can't... I can't...
Option 1- what if I spank his ass nice and red? Not possible, before I could even touch him, he would definitely call my mother, blame my fucking head for a non-exsistential crisis thus rolling my head to the earful I would have received by the end.
No fucking no. Option 2- What if I ground him... That's a big fat no, it would redirect on me again. Pure Torture which may lead to the spanking option. No.
Now I so much wished it was a daughter than a son. She would have been daddy's little princess rather than daddy's pain in ass.
Hypothetical. Period.
"Who taught you these words" I gritted but his nonchalant voice made me to the edge.
"Dadi"
Of course, my mother. Who else would it be? She knows I could snap at any time yet she would instigate these games to make my life even more colourful- that's what she says.
That woman has the guts of a mule. My father- Ranjith Pratap Rathore, the previous King of Jodhpur was recognised with anti-social behaviour, narcissist, psychopathic tendencies, and other nada nada labels on his face. He created the roots of the secret association for his pleasure to be the controlled monster in the eyes of society. Yet he was the monster that attracted my mother, another glam woman of the society Sunaina Rajvanshi Pratap Rathore or Sunaina R. Pratap Rathore...
These Indian names. Semantics.
My mother did learn these tricks of making to have controlled anger from the best. My father, of course.
I was his monstrous creation with a tint of the glam of a mule woman. Charming, controlled, and dashing Devil luring the prey to devour for pleasure. For fun, I just turn into serial killers when I am bored out of my mind.
I run the secret association 'Sceptre', which has been the play ground or I call it as my test field to help my Devil enjoy its fucked up tendencies.
I don't take souls when their time is over like Thanatos who keeps the records of these billions, total bullshit but I preferably go with the souls offered to me. I enjoy the pleasure in it, yet they wouldn't know I was watching and lusting in the dark carving its essence and smelling those fears, dread and perspiration mix in the air. Like- A beautiful rose withered but still, I will keep it alive till I take its very core then burn into the dust as it has become mine.
Toxic? Psychopathic?... Got from the best.
Still my cunning fox got the loop of taming the Devil. Scaring the shit out of me at first but next I knew from the moment that she was my master and I am her slave for the rest of our lives. One thread tangling the fates of ours. I am hers- only, solely and entirely.
Now, I am going to make her Mine. My Devil's custom made Persephone. Well, I have tried and she slipped out once but not twice. I have already gone to the length of making her pregnant but this is just a starting step, my little cunning fox. You will see what the real Devil does to claim you as mine.
Maybe I should have done it. Not too late right?
"Within two months she will be here."
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Day 1
MIDNIGHT SHARP- 0:00
Around the corner of the Elysium manor. Majestic, gothic, and a hit of modern touch to the castle like manor just the way she was. As for now, she lost her mind. Totally, as if she's behaving like a raging bull with red eyes, not the real cunning fox that I know off. Reckless decisions and spurring along with the fools of mafia. I know she is way better than that.
My steps were light, barely audible as I jumped over the high compound wall rather than using the old creak of the gate. Too noisy. Not my style.
Well groomed lawn as I walked freely without caring of the cameras monitoring with those red lenses protruding at the dead creepy night with no moon. Lovely spot for a predator to catch its prey. Now my prey is her. Coming baby.
If you ask me where are the bodyguards who guard this compound? Then they are present and patrolling but when I am in one of their clothes and intimate like a good patrolling guard then who will question my presence. I am a trained predator, who knows how to catch my prey efficiently and effectively.
Another thing about these cameras, they work for me. I corrupted them with the virus my little fox created and I don't think she knows it. Her memory is erased; no hidden from her.
Those bastards have infilled her with some shit of memory I have no clue of it and I feel her natural instincts up to 35 percentage which is shown on the daily basis. If you ask me how do I know it? Then for clarification I stalk her not physically like those bullshit stalkerish behaviours but I do with her own technology she once created along by my side. Now it comes handy.
I am not that great with technology because that didn't help me with my twisted ways but the medical field does that work of allowing me to subsidise my twisted fantasy by operating with organs, blood flowing tubes, articulates, and bones.
But don't make a speculation that I'm like those crazy scientific wormholes of a man who gets caught experimenting because I am much better than them. My honorary work in the medical field has certified me as the best doctor for Surgery in Neurology. I am best in what I do, along with that I get the pleasure of the blood that drips out when I do those things.
I am twisted, nothing can be done and also the "I am a good Doctor" I portray.
Moonless night is perfect for me sneaking in without creating a commotion. Her bedroom is on the second floor, right at the very end of the hallway. Too many balconies and windows for my entries. I can either be a gentleman punching a series of numbers I managed to get while watching her all the time over on my monitor then get into the mansion or climb in those stone made dark walls to her balcony and slip into her bedroom directly.
Second option sounds thrilling. I chuckled inwardly as my thoughts of what I might do once I have her in my clutches.
Within a minute of jumping and climbing through the walls I finally reached her balcony, wide open for my grandiose of entry. Just those inert bistre coloured screens being a barrier to my line of vision. I flex my muscles releasing the tension pooled in my joins.
Here I come baby...
I slip into her bedroom, dark plain black walls themed with erotic wine red and soft pink perfectly aligned for my fox who is peacefully slumbering in her bed with a few rose-cherry flavoured scented candles enticing the view in front of me.
Still not her scent. The one which drives me wild with a sniff, that will make me lose my sanity yet a single thought runs feral- to devour and consume her into mine. Fuck! I'm missing it...
I draw my tongue on my lips seeing those perky boobs rising and falling peacefully...
It was a spell pulling me towards her. To grab those curvy hips and pin down in the bed then run my wet tongue from her collarbone to those juicy ears. Bite them until they turn red, a beautiful colour I am tantalised with. Press my large body with her small one, efficiently trapping my little fox under me then tangle my fingers into those silk strands of her deep brown hair nearly black. Ultimately fuck her mouth with me sucking that half-dried tongue with my wet ones as I transfer my saliva into her and, spank my fox if she doesn't drink my holy water like a good girl.
Fuck I am losing my mind. I groaned at the thought. My groin was hard and rock solid bulging my pants as it earned for my wife's attention it usually gets but patience.
I took a deep breath in...
I softly gazed at her, not with lust but tenderness. It has been three years since she was taken away from me.
Even though she is a few centimeters away from me, a piece of me corrupts my cells with guilt of knowing what I have done to her.
Yes, I was too selfish, self-centered, and a toxic partner for her but the monster within me can only be tamed, not changed. A slip of destiny which I tried to control, miserably failed and she fell right out through my hands. How an asshole was I to her?
Figuratively, hundred out of hundred.
I fish those thoughts away because regretting it was a stupid, waste of time and I am not going to go down that lane again.
I approached her slowly, racking my eyes all over her body, making my heart thump in anticipation of rushing... not yet. Soon baby soon, I make you beg for my cum, to be filled in all the three holes I am going to own again.
I chuckled at the drool flowing out of her mouth, some habits can't be changed... with my thumb I wiped it from my little fox's mouth and sucked it into mine. Perfect, the freshness of milk, coconut, and mint? Weird combination but for me it was nectar of ambrosia.
Thud... That was a painful crash to the floor but-
"Nice position, babygirl" I smirked as my little fox straddled my hips thinking of strapping me underneath her, my favourite position. A cold blade, threateningly placed against my throat with the right pressure which was ready to plunge as her fingers, beautiful ones that needed to be sucked for sure, were firm on the handle.
"Who the fuck are you" She snarled
Something deep dark entity within me stirred almost animalistic. I glared with a pang of pain surged in my heart. Two can play this game, baby.
I twisted and changed our position, now I was on top of her. A swift blade came dangerously at my throat. I blocked and knocked the blade away then pinned her wrist against my hold with a death grip nearly bruising. Her next move would be to detangle her legs to kick which I saw miles away, I smirked darkly.
I pulled my fox up to stand which gave her space to kick my groin. Unfortunately she forgot that I am the king of the predators that was licking its wound for three god damn years missing its Queen. Now, my ferocious and primal modus operandi is fucked up. Making her mine is my only goal even if I had to paint the world in a fucking red. I would do it without any remorse.
I throw her on the bed effectively trapping her down with my body weight.
"Calm the fuck down, little fox" I whispered and bit her neck. I let my teeth sink into her skin as my darling fox screamed in pain.
"Arsehole!!!"
"Tsk... tsk... tsk... no cursing" I licked the wound I marked on her skin
"Fuck you!!!" She snarled at me like a cute kitten as she pierced her claws into my arms, inflicting pain. I groaned. Oh little fox, baby... I missed this so much.
I purred. I detangled myself from her body and picked the blade from the ground. She was ready to get on her feet and come back on me but I never gave that space as I pushed her again on the bed. I straddled her hips as I ripped the shirt vertically half and pulled it down. Fuck the view,
"No bra baby? Were you expecting my visit tonight?" My vision darkened with lust as my voice came husky than normal. I tied the teared ends behind her back. Effectively cuffing my fox.
"You mother fucking bastard!! Areshole! Wanker!!!" Blah blah blah profanities grazed my ears.
Those plump, round, and heavy boobs bouncing in anger. I gritted my teeth controlling the Devil within me in just snapping out and fucking her to oblivion.
He's threatening to come out... Focus Rudra!
I saw those vulnerabilities in her eyes pooling with anger. I took a deep breath while seeing her struggling to rip off the cuffed hands by the shirt.
"Too much pressure will dislocate your arms, babygirl." I whispered into her ears.
She wriggled too much with her hip bones and those legs moved vigorously with maximum intent to cause harm to me. I pulled her shorts down and cuffed the legs by twisting them again securing against her anklets. Her scream of frustration and helplessness echoed throughout the room.
But everything muddled down when I looked at her bare and dripping pussy of hers; wrong mine. Are the Gods testing me?
He; the devil wants to break out every goddamn resistance I've obligated on him- to dive into the nectar dripping on the erotic bed that's happily absorbing the ambrosia which is his and mine to have. Ours just ours and no fucking one else.
That's what I did. Burying my face into the home of immortality and licking the ooze of the nectar dripping that ultimately grazed my tongue.
"Baby..." I groaned. I ran my tongue from those pinkish clit to my pussy, not wasting a single drop... mine all mine.