Chapter 5

I stared at him with my brows furrowed, but then he pulled me up by my hair, bringing me to my knees. I winced at his hold, and he used the opportunity to shove his fingers in my mouth.

“Suck.” He ordered, and I hesitated a bit, my cheeks bursting into red as I licked my arousal off his fingers. I maintained eye contact with him as I did so, and his eyes twitched, and he took a sharp intake of breath as my tongue wrapped around his digits.

“You slut.” He growled, and before I could comprehend what was happening next, he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock. My eyes widened at his length and girth, anxiety rising in my chest.

“Open your mouth.” His grip on my hair tightened as he used his cock to slap my cheek. Tears rolled down my cheek as I obeyed him, sticking my tongue out. I looked up at him, teary-eyed and confused.

Something flashed in his eyes in that instant, and he pushed my head against his crotch, his cock sliding into my mouth. I choked and gagged, but he didn’t stop until he had filled my mouth completely.

“Make sure to satisfy me. Your precious sister’s life depends on it, right? ”

My eyes stung as I felt him pulse against my throat, seizing my breath. He was so big, and as he drove himself into my throat with a sharp, brutal thrust, my palm pressed against his thighs for some kind of relief, trying to ease the overwhelming pressure.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Saliva dribbled down my chin as he clasped the back of my head tighter, anchoring me in place. I winced at the pain, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I turned red from the lack of oxygen.

“Aahh yess…” he groaned, his head tipped back with that devilish grin. He was enjoying this, my struggle, my pain, and I was at his mercy.

But what I didn’t understand was why my core throbbed, why his moans sparked something within me. I ruled it out as my way of trying to satisfy him, since my sister’s life depended on it. Yeah, it was just that, nothing more, nothing less.

He slowed his pace a beat to let me breathe, but then I curled my tongue around the head of his cock, catching him off guard.

The Zombie King flinched and jerked, and I thought I had done something wrong. I had no idea what I was doing in the first place. But then I felt him twitch in my mouth. That should be a positive reaction, right?

I let my tongue wrap around his tip yet again, slowly this time, and a feral groan rumbled in his chest.

“Keep going.” He thrust into me, his tip hitting the back of my throat. “Just like that…fuck.”

I looked up at him through damp lashes, just in time to see his silky silver hair slip from its heat bun and caress his shoulders. His eyes were squeezed shut, and some about the expression he had made my heart swelled with an unfamiliar emotion, was it satisfaction? Or awe at his beauty? I have never seen a man as dashing as he, but it didn’t make it any better for him to trap me.

Curious, I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed, drawing a sharp inhale from him. He glanced at me through hooded eyes, his chest heaving as I stroked the parts that didn’t fit in my mouth, syncing my movements with his.

“You’re taking my cock so good.” He praised, pulling my hair higher for a better angle. His movements became more erratic, and my gag reflex throbbed painfully as I took on his onslaught.

Then, with a final thrust, he came, bursting into my mouth with warm, slick fluid. The lack of oxygen made me lightheaded, and I feared I would pass out any minute, but then he pulled out before I could.

I felt weak, but he grabbed my jaw, his eyes still heavy with arousal. “Swallow it.”

My mouth was full of his seed, and I struggled to swallow because of how thick it was, but I did it anyway. After that, I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out to show that I had taken it all.

His smile came slowly and satisfactorily. “Good girl.”

He finally let me go, and I collapsed on the bed, erupting in a fit of coughs. He got off the bed and adjusted his clothes like nothing had happened, assuming his graceful elegance.

“I will help your sister.” He finally spoke, and my heart swelled with relief.

The man turned on his reels, moving towards the exit. “Someone would come to retrieve the necessary details, in the meantime, prepare yourselves for when I would need you next.” He had turned cold and distant, but I didn’t care, I was just glad it paid off.

“Okay….sir?” I mumbled, realizing that I didn’t know his name.

He paused at the door, sparing a glance over his shoulder. “Ronan.” He said.

“Ronan,” I repeated, tasting the name like the lingering feeling of his seed on my tongue.

He said nothing, but he gave a slight nod before he left the room, disappearing into the dim corridor. The subtle sheen of his silver hair was the last thing I saw before the door clicked shut behind him.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Slowly, I sat up, wincing as I massaged my scalp. I still struggled to catch my breath, my hair was a mess, my throat burned, my lips were raw, and my jaw ached. Every part of me felt used, like a rag doll that was passed through unforgiving hands.

And despite that…my thighs clenched involuntarily as I remembered the sound of his groan, his expression, and the way he’d praised me.

Good girl.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, but then I shook my head quickly, my eyes widening at my thoughts.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Just then, a knock came from the door, and my heart skipped a beat. Was it Ronan? He didn’t seem like a man who would care to knock. I drew the sheets closer to my body as the door creaked open, but instead of Ronan, I saw a middle-aged woman with a soft smile.

She wore a simple black uniform, and her silver streaked brown hair plaited into a single braid that rested on her shoulders.

“Hello, Miss, my name is Vera, a humble servant of Lord Ronan.” She greeted, bowing her head slightly. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but her blue eyes held a glint of excitement.

“I’m here to retrieve the details Lord Ronan demanded, and also prepare you for the homecoming.”

I realized she was the person Ronan referred to, but wait, homecoming?

“What’s a homecoming?” I couldn’t help but ask, and the woman’s smile widened, making me grow anxious.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”