Tyrant Stalker: A Dark Forbidden Romance (Tyrant Dynasty Book 2)

by Isabella Starling

  But she's getting better, I can tell. Every evening, she gives me a list of items she wants, and it includes food and drinks most of the time. I'm proud of her. But I also know I won't be able to last much longer with her only a couple of doors down from me.

  On the third day, she finally gives in. She starts watering the plants, reviving them slowly. From then on, there's no other option but to take care of the greenery I've filled her room with. She takes care of them like a good girl, and in turn, starts taking care of herself too.

  I can see the battle behind Dove's eyes. I can see the part of her that's convinced herself she doesn't deserve to revive her own body. And I keep working away at it, hoping it'll get better. On the next day, I leave her some plant food as a reward. Her eyes light up as she shows me herself on the camera feed, wordlessly feeding the plants. She doesn't say a word that day. She remains quiet, thoughtfully pondering her innermost desires.

  During the day, Dove is a good girl. But when her body naturally transitions into nighttime, the horny little slut inside her comes out to play. She's such a good fucktoy for me, abusing her sweet holes and showing me every second of her self-inflicted torture. After the trouble she gave me before, I vow not to let my dick decide for me. And as much as I want to kick down the door to her room, I don't. Because she needs this time to heal.

  The dry leaves fall off some of the plants. I can tell some are beyond salvaging, but even those, Dove treats with love. She is consumed by her need to help another living thing, but because there's nothing else to do, she doesn't forget to take care of herself. I leave her three meals a day, along with the snacks she wants, and she eats them all. When she fucks herself, I still see her bones, but her skin isn't as painfully tight over them, and that fills me with an unwelcome emotion I'm not familiar with.

  Hope.

  It's a strange fucking thing.

  The days pass painfully slowly, but it's worth it watching Dove bloom. On the eleventh day since I've last seen her, she starts the camera feed with a bright smile.

  "Look," she whispers, holding up an aloe vera plant. "Right here. Do you see it?"

  She points to the smallest green leaf unfurling slowly in the middle of the plant, and my dick fucking tightens.

  She's done it. She's healed the plant. But is she ready for me to rip her out of this false sense of security? Am I going to undo all this progress if I move forward with the next part of my plan?

  Even if she isn't ready... I can't hold back anymore.

  I make her room unbearably warm that day, toying with the thermostat. By the time two hours are up, she's screaming at me on the camera feed. She knows I'm fucking with her, but she soon realizes it's helping the plants too. She waters them dutifully. Three hours in, she goes for an ice-cold shower, and I strip naked before silently entering her room.

  She doesn't hear me and doesn't sense me. The sight of her in the flesh after an almost two-week long deprivation is almost too much for my cock to handle. I'm instantly hard, precum dripping off my cock as I enter the walk-in shower and press my body against her. She tries to yelp but she doesn't get the chance, because I've already put my palm over her mouth and caged her arms behind her back. Dove's eyes roll up to look at me and she mumbles my name, lashes fluttering when our gazes meet.

  "Listen to me," I mutter. "Do you want to get fucked? Nod if you do."

  Her pupils dilate and she nods eagerly.

  "Then you don't make a sound," I go on. "I don't want to hear a word or a moan out of that slut mouth. You got that?"

  She nods again and I smirk, adjusting the temperature of the shower.

  "Good girl."

  She yelps when the water runs hot and I slap her ass.

  "Quiet. Not a fucking word."

  She closes her eyes as I run my hand down her naked tits and between her legs.

  "You just fucking listen today, Dove. I want to tell you some things and I don't want you fucking interrupting me. So be a good fucktoy and just. Listen."

  She nods again and I push two fingers inside her. She struggles against me but doesn't make a sound. Lowering my lips against her ear, I start to whisper.

  "You've been teasing me for eleven days. So now I'm going to punish you for all the shit you pulled. By the end of tonight, you're going to swear to me you're mine."

  She tenses in my arms, but I pay it no mind, pushing her into the warm water. She resists but doesn't make a peep.

  "You proved to yourself you can beat your own demons," I mutter in her ear. "Now you're going to beat mine. You know what my demons want, little bird? They want your tight little holes. They want to fucking abuse you."

  Dove whimpers and I bring my hand down hard on her ass. I can't tell if she's crying with the water running down her face, but my dick decides she is, tightening even more. I position my fingers against Dove's asshole, not pressing in, just letting her know what's about to happen.

  She looks at me, petrified as I turn off the shower with my hand still between her legs.

  "Put your hands on the tile."

  Dove obeys and I slap her thighs apart. She's shivering, dripping with water, and yet her cunt is hot as fuck, ripe for the taking. I position my cock over her puckered hole and twist her wet hair in my fist.

  "Look at me. Bend your head back."

  Doing what she's told, she whimpers again.

  "What did I fucking say about making noises?" I growl into her ear.

  "I can't help it," she mewls, and it's as if a dam has opened. "Please, Nox, please, I can't take it, I can't take it, help me, you have to help me."

  "Help you?" I laugh against her goose-bumped skin. "I'm only going to make it worse, little bird."

  I choose to ignore that she's lost our little game. Her words are turning me on.

  I test her asshole with my thumb first, and she gasps when I slide it in. I fuck her like that until her knees shake, then push in another finger. She's moaning my name, shivering uncontrollably. She wants an orgasm, but she won't get one from me, not now. I love to see her suffering too much.

  When I pull out of her, Dove whimpers. But my fingers are soon replaced by my cock, and the way it fills her up makes her roll her eyes back. She's so fucking tight. She feels so goddamn good. I never want to leave this tight spot, off limits to anyone else but me. She's my whore. She's always been mine. I just have to convince her of that. Make her submit.

  "Beg me then," I whisper in her ear. "Beg me to fuck your filthy slut hole."

  "N-Nox," she manages, trembling in my arms. "Fuck me."

  "I didn't hear a single please," I hiss, burying my cock deeper to the sound of her moans. "Beg me, little bird. Beg for my fucking cock."

  "Please, I... I'll do anything," she admits brokenly, lashes still aflutter. "I'll do anything for your cock, Nox."

  "You'll take care of yourself?" I grunt in her ear. "You fucking swear you'll take care of yourself for me?"

  "I'll do everything for you," she breathes. "Anything, everything you want."

  "You admit it?" I push myself all the way inside her. "You're my whore? You're my property?"

  She tenses again, refusing to give me an answer. Her body fights her, her ass clenching around my cock, but the words never come, and she doesn't nod either.

  "We'll see," I hiss. "I'll make you say it, my pretty little whore."

  "You… you fucked June like this?" she stutters.

  I'm so shocked by her words, I stop pushing inside her for a second. "What the fuck?"

  "I said, did you fuck June like this?" Her words are filled with venom yet dripping with pain, and she turns her accusing eyes to mine. "I bet you did. I bet you're doing all this to get back at her. You still want her, don't you? You're still in love with her, you still want her, you're still as obsessed with her as you were when we first met! Just fucking admit it, Parker!"

  "Shut your damn mouth," I grunt, pulling my cock out. "Don't say her name. This is about us. You!"

  "Liar," she yells, struggli
ng against me. The claws come out then and she attacks me, digging her long talons into my skin. "You're a fucking liar!"

  I grab her by the wrists, making sure to hold her firmly enough so she can't hurt either of us and yet with enough gentleness that I don't leave marks.

  "Breathe, little bird," I mutter as the next batch of hot tears slide down her pale cheeks. "Breathe for me, in and out."

  "No," she manages, shaking in my arms. I hold her wrists with one hand and open the shower with the other. The moment is over, she doesn't need my cock anymore. She needs me to make her feel whole again.

  Gently, I guide her out of the shower. She seems numb now, shaking with her eyes misty. I wrap her in a thick white towel and lead her to the bed. She climbs in without fighting me, pretty eyes focused on anything in the room but me. She can't even look at me. I should've known this would happen.

  "Do you want me to go?" I grunt as I tuck her in. "I'll leave you alone, let you breathe."

  "No," she whispers, still without looking at me. A silence follows and she toys with the edge of the duvet before finally looking at me. "I'm sorry."

  "Why'd you do that?"

  "Because..." She shrugs with a shaky smile. "I guess my shrink would say, because I wanted the validation. Seeing you stay after I tried so hard to push you away."

  "You really worried about June?" She shrugs again. "I don't give a shit about her, Dove."

  "You did back then."

  "That was years ago. But you're right," I growl. "I should've realized then that she wasn't the one for me."

  "And I am?"

  Refusing to answer her question, I pick myself up from her bed.

  "Don't go," she calls out after me.

  "I got you a present," I mutter. "I'll get it and you wait here. But you need to calm down, so I'll be back in an hour. Don't touch yourself."

  "Don't go."

  Her eyes fill with tears and she desperately clings to my hand, pulling me back as she sits up in the bed. Everything inside me is screaming at me to leave. Not to let her in, not to let her see my vulnerability. I don't want Dove to know she's my fucking weak spot. I don't want anyone to know that, because they’d sure as fuck use it against me. Especially my little bird.

  "Please," she mewls. "Just stay with me. We don't have to talk. Sit by me. Hold my hand."

  I want to resist but I can't. Not when I see Dove's hopeful eyes.

  I don't fucking love her, I tell myself in my head. It's obsession, not love.

  There's a fucking difference.

  Chapter 28

  Dove

  I don't know how long we stay like that on the bed, but Nox holds me close the whole time. I feel the beat of my heart slowly growing steadier, less erratic. Once it returns to a normal pace, I finally start to breathe again, and I'm grateful for every atom of oxygen that fills my tired lungs.

  He starts caressing my hair, his palm sliding over my locks to my cheek. I cuddle up against him, my head unable to believe what's happening. But for the time being, I simply accept it, let him in and let myself feel every emotion he's brought out of me in these eleven days of solitude.

  "Do you feel better?" Nox asks roughly. I can tell this is hard for him. That giving a shit, showing me he cares, is so difficult for him. I shouldn't be grateful, I should hate him, but my heart melts for the man, nevertheless.

  "Yeah," I whisper.

  "Good," he grunts. "Then we can move on."

  He leaves the bed, leaving a cold spot behind between the sheets. He collects something from a paper bag he brought with him earlier and presents it to me. It's a simple silver chain that's attached to a black leather collar. My heart pounds at the sight.

  "What's this for?"

  "For you," he smirks. "if you're a good girl."

  "What do I have to do for it?"

  "Obey me."

  It sounds so simple yet my whole body wants to resist him. I don't want to give in to his demands. I don't want to admit he owns me, as true as we both know it is.

  Without saying another word, Nox tightens the collar around my throat. The weight of it feels so good around my neck, I fight the urge to moan, turning my face to the side so my captor won't see me blushing.

  "Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?" He tips my chin back, making me look at him. "Maybe then I'll finally let you have my fucking cock..."

  "Please," I manage.

  "Answer me."

  "I've been good."

  "Not good enough," he hisses, tugging on my collar. "Give me more."

  I shake my head wordlessly. A part of me is hoping I'll elicit a reaction from him, and I get what I want.

  "You remember how obsessed you used to be with me?" Nox whispers in my ear, taunting me. "How much you craved my attention, my affection? You would've done anything for me. You practically begged me for that pretty memento you wear on your cheek..."

  I swallow, unable to reply. The part of me that truly believes all this is falling for his cruel, malicious words. I'm succumbing to his old charm just like I always fucking do. I want him. I need this. I want him to use me.

  "You wanted to be perfect," he keeps going. "So obsessed with looking like my stepsister... Blonde, pretty, a perfect Barbie doll. You know how much more beautiful you are now?"

  His fingers tighten around my throat as I whimper and shake my head.

  "Every man that sees you on the street wants a piece of that tight little ass. They all fantasize about you, little bird. Burrowing their thick cocks in your holes... but they're all mine, aren't they? You're not going to let anyone else have them, are you, Dove?"

  I manage a wordless moan and he smirks at me, his finger gliding over my cheek, over the scar he gave me. I fucking hate the man and yet I can't resist his sweet abuse.

  "You were so empty back then, little bird," he goes on. "So full of nothing. You're different now. You're not whole anymore. I broke you. You're not just an empty doll from a magazine cover. You're my beautiful, broken toy."

  I shiver beneath his touch. My body longs for him to claim me, even though my mind is still fighting the truth. But he's done so much for me. He's fixed me. I'm confident I can make it now, even if he disappears again. It would break my heart, but it wouldn't destroy me. Nothing can destroy me now.

  "Do you want a choice?" Nox whispers in my ear. "Is that what you want, little bird? For me to let you have your wings?"

  "Please," I whisper needily as he lets go of the chain leash. I don't know what I'm asking for and I'm not sure Nox does either. But he lets the chain fall and takes a few steps back. I miss him already, my chest tightening as I watch him leave. He walks to the door and unlocks it, leaving it wide open.

  "You can go if you like," he nods toward the hallway. My heart speeds up, wondering if he'll let me go or take my choice away at the very last minute again. "You're free, little bird. I won't keep you caged any longer. If you want to walk away from me, this is your chance."

  My mind wants me to fight this. To beg him to keep me. But my body has different plans. I pull myself up from the bed, toying with the loose leash around my throat. I sink to my knees and keep my gaze trained on the floor, too ashamed to look at him. Wordlessly, I hand him the leash, my hands trembling as I wait for him to take it.

  He doesn't.

  "Say it."

  "What?" I demand, looking up at him with a fiery expression.

  "Say you're mine."

  "I'm..." I struggle to say what he wants.

  "Say it, or I'm making you leave."

  "I'm yours." My eyes burn with hatred as they meet his. "Please."

  "Not enough." My expression is mirrored in his dark gaze. "Tell me you're property. My fucking property."

  "I'm..." I swallow thickly, closing my eyes so I don't have to look at him and face the humiliation of our conversation. "I'm your property, Nox."

  "Look at me."

  I shake my head wordlessly, eyes still closed. But he kneels on the floor next to me, gripping my f
ace in his hands. "Look at me, little bird, I want you to fucking mean it."

  My eyes fly open despite my instincts screaming at me not to do it. "I hate you."

  "No, you don't. Now say it. Make me fucking believe it."

  "I'm yours."

  "Not fucking buying it," he growls. "Fucking convince me, Dove. Or I'm making you leave."

  "P-Please." His words send a jolt of fear down my spine. "Don't make me go. I'll be good."

  "Then say it." His fingers glide over my scar. "Last chance, little bird. You want me to let you go?"

  I shake my head, fighting back tears.

  "Tell me then."

  "Don't let me go," I blurt. "Don't make me leave."

  "Why not, Dove?"

  "Because I'm yours, I belong with you."

  "You're mine?"

  I nod brokenly. "I'm your toy."

  "What's mine?" he grunts, fingers traveling over my chest and pinching my already hard nipples. "Are these pretty tits mine?"

  "Yes," I whisper.

  "And what about this?" he traces his fingers over my lips. "Mine?"

  "Yours."

  His hand wanders down over my navel, barely brushing over my pussy, driving me crazy. "And this?"

  "Yours, it's all yours."

  "Beg me."

  "What?" I turn my fiery eyes to his.

  "Beg me to keep you. Degrade yourself."

  "Why?"

  "Because it gets me hard as fuck," he hisses. "And I'm done asking, Dove. Show me what a good girl you can be."

  "P-Please. Keep me."

  "More."

  "Keep me as your prisoner," I whisper brokenly. "Don't ever let me go. I want to be yours. I don't want anyone else. Keep me, Nox. I want to be your... property."

  "You already are." He grabs the chain and tugs on it. "You know what you just did, don't you, Dove?"

  "I..." I avoid his gaze, unable to handle its weight. "Please. I want to be yours."

  "I know you do, but now that you said it, I'm never letting you forget it." He tugs on the chain, smirking at my crestfallen expression. "Starting to realize what you did, aren't you, Dove? You know I'm never going to let you go again? You belong to me now. Forget about your little boyfriend. Forget about ever looking at another man that way again. You're my property now, and I don't let my property lust after anyone but me."