Esmeralda's POV The silence in the bedroom was more violent than the sound of his leather belt. Mr Rick stood over the bed, his eyes burning with a dark, chaotic fire. His chest rising and falling in a slow movement. He looked at me as I lay on the silk sheets of his wife's bed. My legs widely spread apart. I could feel the cool air that breathed in my pussy. My sapphire scales pulsed with a soft, terrible light."How can a monster be so hungry for me?" he spat. His voice was no longer a growl, it was a jagged blade bruising my heart.He stepped closer, his boots pressing on the floorboards. He reached down, his fingers catching my jaw in a grip. He held it so tight, it was almost hurting me. He finally forced my head back. I didn't know why but I honestly thought his first glance should be on my pussy but it wasn't. He just left my pussy open and focused on hurting my jaw."Look at you," he whispered, his face inches from me. "You are a freak, Esme. A slimy scaled mistake. You thin
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