Chapter 21 - Red

Warning: Heavy R18 (Ignore if you can)

"Gosh, you are a redhead," Santiago roared, his fingers dipped into her p.u.s.s.y while her pubic hair tickling his fingers. 

Persephone opened her eyes to look at him in shock. She had erased all the traces of being a redhead. Her hair was dyed raven black, her brows no longer matched her hair.

"Does it bother you, Villain ?"Persephone said, her voice trembling as he started his magic with his fingers. His hot breath fell on her breast and she closed her eyes awaiting his next move. 

It should bother him but at this moment it did not. He was now a man whose brain functions were regulated by his penis. 

He had never been with any redhead. He wouldn't dare touch them. 

As he gave a small lick to her nipple and she moaned in reply. Satisfied with her reaction, he took her breast in his mouth while his fingers played with her swollen clit. 

"Sit," he commanded and she instinctively obeyed. His chest swelled in pride as he succeeded in dominating her. Positioning her legs on his shoulders, his gaze darkened when he saw his prize. He had abandoned her self restraint and reputation for this moment. 

"I'm going to make you cry so hard by sucking right here," he told her and tongued her clit. She fought back a moan but failed miserably. "You abandoned your restraint, Red when you kissed me back. There is no going back. I bet I can please you more than your Nicolas can." 

Her p.u.s.s.y vibrated against his lips as he uttered dirty words while sucking her clit. 

Her eyes were closed, ass was in the air, hands folded on the bed and moaning profusely. 

"So good, Red. So fucking good," he murmured. 

The moonlight entering through the open window glowed on her pale skin. She hadn't opened her eyes since the beginning. Her cheeks flushed red just like her p.u.s.s.y hair. He wondered why she would dye her beautiful red hair black. It was crazy. She was crazy. And she had made him crazy too. 

She cried so hard screaming his name and calling God in the most indecent manner when the orgasm hit her. She squirted when he didn't stop his attack with his soft tongue. 

"You taste like heaven, Red," Santiago whispered against her p.u.s.s.y when he stopped. Her eyes instantly found his blues when she opened those beautiful green eyes slowly. 

"You are so ready for me," He told her and a rare blush crept up from her breast to her neck and finally to her cheeks. 

He ordered her to lay on the bed again as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. She told him that she had got an IUD but he didn't acknowledge it. He would rather take measures himself. 

"Spread for me," he commanded again. An uncontrollable animalistic feeling arose inside him as he gripped and stroked his c.o.c.k while she stared at his hands and spread out her legs for him to thrust inside her. 

Persephone couldn't differentiate between right and wrong right now. He had asked her to be his slut and now, she was behaving like one. But did she care? No. She had lived enough years as a captive inside her house. If this captor could give her momentary freedom in installments, then what was the harm in taking it? 

She would never say no to her. She would take as much as he was willing to give her. 

Call her whore, but she didn't care. We all have a whore inside ourselves and it only comes outside before a particular person. 

"Please," she begged as he stroked his hardness. Precum leaking from its crown like a precious jewel. 

"I love when you don't hold yourself for phony coyness," Santiago murmured as his hips fit between her thighs and his c.o.c.k snuggled in her p.u.s.s.y. 

She closed her eyes as his hardness nuzzled against her p.u.s.s.y lips. 

"Eyes on me, Persephone," Santiago's deep voice made her instantly stare at him. "I want you to see me how I f.u.c.k you. I want you to remember every single moment of our fuckery." 

She just realized that it was the first time he called her name since the beginning of the sex.

The look of lust in his eyes was a sheer delight to Persephone. He was commanding her every move according to his orders. She was endangered to his masculine charm. She didn't know but her body had a mind of its own. And that mind was controlled by his commands. He was the king and she was the slave who was here to provide him forbidden pleasure. Yet, at this moment, she felt like a queen.. A queen who could make this dangerous and gorgeous specimen bow before her.