Stalking Ginevra (Morally Black Book 4)

She struggles, her pretty features contorting with shame and fear. My beloved Ginevra, reduced to a sexual object, humping the leg of my armor in a frenzy.

Her auburn hair hangs in wild tangles, catching the faint light like molten bronze. Humiliation darkens her pale complexion, but the orange cat ears perched on her head complete her degradation.

This is what I wanted. The woman who has haunted my dreams, vulnerable and broken.

Ginevra refused to see that I was the man for her, not Samson. But he’s dead, just like her father. All that’s left is me.

And it’s only a matter of time before she realizes she’s mine.

As she rubs against my leg, the fluffy tail sways with each frantic movement, making her look like a scene straight from anime porn. Seeing my once proud little goddess, now reduced to grinding against my shin like a cat in heat fills my cock to the point of pain.

Every jerk of her hips confirms how far she’s fallen, every desperate moan goes straight to my balls. Ginevra could have been worshiped like a queen if she had stayed with me.

Tears gather in her gray eyes, and her lips tremble with stifled sobs. I don’t pity little Ginny— she brought this on herself when she chose Samson Capello over me. She thought he could elevate her to power, offer her a life of riches, but here she is, at my feet right where she belongs.

“Take off the visor,” she says, her voice a shaky whisper.

“Keep humping, slut.” I smirk beneath the helmet. “Take what you need.”

She will never know the identity of her tormentor. I’ll take this secret to the grave. It’s only a matter of time before this degradation gets too much and she comes running to me for help.

Her breasts bounce as she humps my legs. Her sweet cunt is probably leaving a trail of moisture on the fabric. I grip her hair, making her wince.

This is what she deserves. What I’m owed.

All those years I spent loving her from the depths of my heart, following her to law school to keep her safe. Despite this, she threw away my efforts and threw herself at Samson. This is only a fraction of what I suffered. When she comes running to me for protection, she’ll discover I’m the only one who ever truly loved her.

As she continues undulating against my shin, her movements grow more frantic. Her breath catches, her muscles tightening, frustration clear in how she presses harder, trying to find relief. I won’t make it easy for her—not after everything she’s done. My hands tighten in her hair, twisting so hard that she gasps.

Leaning in, I drop my voice to a low whisper. “What would Daddy say if he saw you smearing your sloppy cunt on a stranger’s leg?”

She flinches, her features twisting with anguish, yet those hips won’t stop moving.

“Look at you, debasing yourself for a little pleasure.”

Her lips part, her breath hitches. She’s trying to hold it together, but she can’t hide the cracks in her facade.

She’s close, desperate, but I won’t allow that orgasm until she understands how far she’s fallen from grace. Grip tightening, I lean down, my visor brushing her ear.

“You don’t get to come until you beg, kitten.”

Her lips part with another whimper. I could listen to that sound all night.

“Please,” she says, her voice throaty. “Let me come.”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I need it so much.”

“Tell me you’re my little kitten.”

She sobs, her hips quickening their pace, trying to chase the pleasure.

I yank her head back. “What do you say?”

“Your little kitten needs to come,” she cries, tears rolling freely down her cheeks.

Her desperate plea sends a surge of blood rushing south, making my head spin. I could never deny my little Ginevra, even when I have her on her knees.

“Go on. Help yourself.”

Blinking away the tears, she moves again, desperation clear in every frantic thrust. Satisfaction rumbles in my chest as those hips chase her release.

Her hair sticks to her damp skin, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her flesh skin flushed with shame and arousal. The orange cat ears still perched on her head rock back and forth along with the tail.

My breath quickens as she clings to my thigh, holding me in place as her delectable body quivers. Then every muscle goes taut, and she cries out with the force of her orgasm. Her body convulses, and I nearly come in my pants when her wetness soaks through the fabric.

I stare down, looking forward to the aftermath when the endorphins fade, leaving behind her humiliation.

She bows her head, trembling through the aftershocks, her breath ragged. I absorb every detail. The way her body shudders, the tears that splatter to the floor, the helpless way she clings to my thigh, seeking aftercare I’ll never give.

At least not until she comes to me on her knees, groveling for breaking our engagement.

As the last tremors fade, I pull back, letting her feel the absence of my touch. She pants and trembles, her skin blotchy, looking broken, spent, entirely under my control.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I reach down, cup her chin, and force her to look up. Her eyes are wide, still glistening with tears. “You’re mine, little kitten.”

When she shakes her head, I tighten my grip.

“Remember how easily you gave in, how quickly you broke. It’s only going to get worse from here.”

Her lips tremble, but she makes no sound. I expect she’s overwhelmed, too lost in the extent of her descent to filth. Her eyes swirl with fear and confusion, and my chest inflates as she realizes this is only the beginning of her new reality.

I’m the one who controls every aspect of her life, just as she once controlled mine. She’s caught in my web, and there’s no escape.

Releasing her chin, I step back, letting her slump forward onto her hands and knees. The fluffy tail still sways, powered by a battery charged with kinetic movements.

She convulses with silent sobs, and I wonder if she regrets leaving me for him. She’s no longer the proud, independent Ginevra who could bend me to her whim. And that’s exactly how I want her.

I pull out my cock, making lengthy strokes, reveling in the degradation I made her endure. The pleasure in seeing her brought low, in taking another piece of her dignity, is intoxicating.

“Look at me,” I say, my strokes quickening.

She shakes her head.

A smile tugs at my lips. She might feel broken right now, but there’s so much more I can take from my little Ginevra. So much more I can strip away until there’s nothing left of her but me.

Pressure builds behind my balls, threatening to spill.

“Raise your fucking head unless you want me to drag you up by the hair,” I snarl.

She lifts her chin, staring up at me with a hatred so fierce that tips me over the edge. Ropes of cum spurt from my cock, showering her face and neck in thick fluid.

“I hate you,” she screams.

“Lick my cock head clean.”

Ginevra lurches, looking like she might bite off my cock. I grip her jaw so tightly that she whimpers.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She obeys.

I rub my cock’s wet tip over her velvety flesh, feeling every little taste bud. She squeezes her eyes shut, and I wonder what she’s plotting. Once I’m clean, I shove her backward, allowing her to scamper into the corner.noveldrama

“Until next time, kitten,” I murmur, reveling in the way she trembles.

I slip out of the door, letting it close behind me with a soft click, and cross her friend’s hallway. Triumph soars in my chest, mingling with the anticipation of what’s to come.

There will be a next time. I’ll savor it more than this. Now I know just how far she can fall—I will make sure she plummets even further.

Soon, there will be nothing left of the woman who once dared to think she could leave me.