Tyrant Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Made these perfect tits for me, didn’t you? My good girl.” He guided himself back to my core, sliding into my well-used, oversensitive pussy with a single, smooth thrust that stole my breath. He filled me, his fingers finding my clit again, circling it with a ruthless precision that had me seeing stars. “You think you can take another one for me, Lila? One more? I wanna feel you come all over my cock again. I wanna see that pretty pussy squirt.”

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

Right after I put on a little make-up and red lip gloss because my lips are a bit pale, someone knocked on my hut door, I immediately opened it and Tyron was standing handsomely outside my Mini Hut. He was wearing black pants, black long sleeves, three unbuttoned buttons so I could freely see his broad chest. I looked at his ocean blue eyes that were shining in the dark night. He also holds his black jacket in his left hand. His eyes are cold yet attractive. His forehead frowned and bit his lips while looking at me so hard. "Don't stare at me too much My Shasha, you might be full? What else are you going to eat on our dinner date?" he asked mischievously.

“The elders are on my side now, they no longer owe any loyalty to you or your father.” And I knew at that moment that I'd been defeated. I'd lost everything. I’d lost my father’s legacy and Pack to a monster whom I once trusted with my life. Hot tears rapidly rolled down my chin. “But I loved you,” My voice trembled but it was the truth. Gods, I was so pathetic. “And I still love you, Lurien—” “I Lurien Valcarian—” I gasped. “W-what are you doing?”

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

Then a voice—cold, sharp, full of fury—cuts through the air: “Escape, huh?” I spin. Tyrance stands there, eyes blazing with a storm I’ve never dared see. His presence fills the room, a living warning. I feel the heat of his anger like a blade pressing against my skin.

Then he groaned, indulging in the sounds of the creaking bed beneath them mixing with her moans and skin slapping skin. "So fucking hot! I love being your daddy, Annie baby. I love fucking my scared little girl. Let daddy comfort your scared pussy with his big dick. Take it, little whore. Take daddy's married dick," Tyrone rasped, breathing harshly as he thought of Tess more and more while fucking who he thought was his wife.

The transition from Jax’s vocals to that of Ty’s were so smooth and melodiously pleasing that the crowd was soon entranced by the pair of deep, harmonious voices that performed magic in their ears. However, the one feeling the essence of the song the most was Kai who felt every word uttered by Ty directed to him. Ty had revealed that he had dedicated the song to him previously, didn’t he ? Then it only made sense that every word, every line and every stanza sung by Ty was for Kai. Ty’s underlying message to the line that he sung after Jax was that he felt himself burning furiously without able to touch his very own mate while others could get a piece of the later. It hurt so much that he fel

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

I hated myself for the relief that surged through me, hated myself more for how quickly it collapsed when the thread went slack again. I bowed my head over the maps, teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. “I can’t let you go,” I whispered into the silence, the admission tearing itself out of me. “Gods help me, I can’t.” And in the stillness that followed, the word “tyrant” lingered like a ghost, curling through the corners of the room until I almost believed it was my name.