CHAPTER EIGHT: DEVIOUS AND SWEET

CHAPTER EIGHT: DEVIOUS AND SWEET 

MARCUS’ POV 

I stared at the door long after Seraphina left, the room still intoxicated with our scent. I sniffed, inhaling deeply into my lungs.

“Seraphina Kane.” I muttered her name to myself. The sex had been amazing, but I knew it was because of the woman.

When she whispered in my ear to answer Dylan's call, that naughty grin on her face, I almost wept at the brilliance of her mind.

She was devious, ruthless, sweet, and kind. Like the darkest chocolate wrapped in a ball of cotton candy.

She had always been attentive, eager to learn, and patient while teaching others. I didn’t think she’d ever said a bad word to an opponent, even when they provoked her or underestimated her.

She would just grin and play, genuinely enjoying the moment, just like I used to when I was younger.

I remembered college at her age. Girls had thrown themselves at me. All the guys wanted to be my friend. Eventually, I fell for Susan, but she had always lacked something.

Susan found my PlayStation strange. Too dark. I remembered the first time I suggested tying her up.

“Whatever for, Marcus?” she slurred in her fake British accent.

“I’m serious, Susan. I want to try it. Let’s spice up our sex life.”

She looked at me like I was joking. “Our sex life is fine. We fuck daily.” And we did. Same old boring, vanilla sex.

I had sat beside her that night.

“Susan,” I told her. “I have needs. Darker needs.”

“You think you do, Marcus. How about this? I’ll let you choke me a bit,” she laughed, getting up and leaving the room.

That night, when I placed my hands around her throat to squeeze gently, she fought me off like I had tried to kill her. She still joked about it to this day, claiming I almost killed her once, winking at me like it was some private joke.

After our marriage dissolved, I finally allowed myself to explore what I truly wanted. The first sub I had was good, but too eager. I paid her a shit ton of money, requesting discretion.

But it felt fake. Like she had rehearsed it for other men. I didn’t want that. I wanted my own sub.

Someone I could care for. Someone I could humiliate and treat like mine. Someone who wouldn’t run when they saw my dark side. Someone whose darkness craved mine.

Sera had always seemed like light to me. Until the day she asked me to fuck her just to take revenge on my son. That day, I saw the black cloud hover in her eyes. I saw how the thought made her feel. She liked having depraved thoughts. Even fantasies people were afraid to say out loud.

Whenever I fucked her, she called me sir. She was so obedient, I could cry. I knew she had a sassy streak though, and I waited, knowing I’d eventually have to punish her for it. She made me laugh, made me feel. She’d call me at night, whispering about her childhood, telling me about the men her mom brought home that she secretly liked.

She told me how she got into gaming. I asked her if she ever saw the guy who introduced her to it again. She told me her favorite meal was chicken tenders and fries. Her favorite color was purple. Her hair had originally been dyed purple at the tips before it faded into pink.

I told her any color would look amazing on her.

She made jokes about our age difference, about how she was young enough to be my daughter. I once asked her if she liked coming on Daddy’s dick, and that’s when I realized she had Daddy fantasies.

She cried every time she watched Titanic, which was every weekend. She did it because it was her bonding ritual with her mother. After the second time, I played it on my TV too, just to feel closer to her. I listened to her breathing. And when she started sobbing, tears rolled down my face too.

She hated running but loved lifting weights. She told me she used the same gym I did, and I immediately paid for her entire year, placing her under my premium plan. The way she rode my dick in appreciation? Worth every cent.

I sent her caramel ice cream after every practice. She brought my favorite beer whenever she came to my office. We would kiss and fuck for hours, whispering filthy promises into each other’s mouths. Then, when she got home, she’d send me a picture of her swollen pussy.

I drew in a shaky breath and wiped my face. The computer screen was still on. I watched Seraphina completely dominate a guy who had trash-talked her, beating him by nearly fifty points. I remembered her running into my arms in pure joy, and then kissing that boy just before leaping back to me. It felt like it happened years ago.

Now, she was mine.

I had so many of her panties. Every time I took one, I replaced it with a new set. I loved seeing her in blue and green. She loved sucking my cock after I got her new ones.

Could Seraphina be my sub?

I had been introducing her to the lifestyle, slowly, piece by piece. I knew she craved more, but I was scared. I didn’t know when I would stop. I didn’t know how to let her go.

Would she run if I told her everything? If I told her how I craved her body bent to my will? How I wanted to dominate her mind, her soul?

Her life?

I stared at her on the screen, and the answer became clear.

Seraphina Kane was mine. Not just in my bed. Not just in secret.

Mine.

Even from herself.