Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 65: A Prey Lost In The Devil’s Arms

What was she even thinking?

Lady Karina knew she was getting caught up in the moment with Orpheus, despite telling herself that she would never again bend to his will or lose herself in his sweet touches.

Except, this time, they were anything but sweet.

It was almost as if he was staking a claim and punishing her for disobeying his will.

Still, she couldn't entirely blame the man for sending her mind into a blur, since she equally welcomed his kiss.

She could have simply found a way to shove him or dislodge him with an object from the desk, but she submitted.

Wasn't this the man who invaded her homeland and destroyed most of what she held dear? Didn't she vow to exact her revenge and drive his army of demons away?

Yet, here she was, her lips locked with his in an almost unbreakable contact.

Lady Karina could feel his large, strong hands grip her thighs possessively, as if he was branding the marks of his grip into her skin.

It only made the new sensation that rose to her core heighten, which strangely made her want to press her thighs together.

She could feel an ache deep within, something she'd never experienced before but rather only read about in books or learnt about from Lady Drosera in regards to the topic of intimacy.

Never did she dream that she would experience that aching sensation from a man who spilt the blood of her people.

It was nearly blasphemous to think she was even entertaining it.

Some way or the other, she needed to put an end to it, even if it was by force.

Orpheus, on the other hand, showed no signs of removing his lips from hers any time soon.

Why would a devil foolishly release the sweet angel that he had captured in his arms?

The man had no intentions of doing more than necessary but ever since he'd admired her naked beauty the day he punished her in the vault, he'd been desperate to have a long, analysing look again.

And every small gasp or lovely moan that tumbled from the lady's lips was enough to drive him insane and make him lose all sense of rationality.

Lady Karina was temptation itself and he'd be damned if he didn't give in to it.

Orpheus hitched her dress up to her thighs, immediately making her eyes widen with surprise but she quickly melted against him.

His predatory gaze never left hers; it was as if he wanted her to know that he'd been watching her as he was slowly coming undone in his arms.

Even if it was but a small taste, Orpheus would greedily lunge at the opportunity. He didn't shy away from allowing his hands to directly sink into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Lady Karina felt her core clench under the new touch, feeling her linens dampen as more of her arousal pooled between her thighs.

It was embarrassing to say the least since her body had never reacted in such a way. And Orpheus' fingers being so close to such an intimate area did more harm than good to help her case.

She ached inside, but for what? Why did she feel so empty, as if she needed something?

She couldn't let it go on for much longer now, when she was in a state she didn't fully understand.

Hence, Lady Karina did the only thing she could do in that moment.

She bit Orpheus' lip hard enough to draw blood, and normally, that should have made any man hiss in pleasure and recoil in pain.

But not Orpheus.

The devil only pulled back slightly to peer intensely into her glossy emerald eyes, slowly licking the blood from his lip.

The corner of his mouth curled upwards amusingly as he tilted his head to the side to watch her.

"You love to bite, don't you, my lady?" Orpheus teased, his voice husky and thick with desire. "If you thought that would be enough to still the fire in my veins, then you're sorely mistaken."

Lady Karina's chest heaved, trying to catch her breath since his punishing kiss had nearly sucked all the air out of her. She could taste a bit of his blood on her lips.

Orpheus swept his thumb across her bottom lip, which was swollen from his kiss, smearing the blood that was there.

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"One thing you have yet to learn of me, Karina, is that when I have my prey firmly locked in my grip, nothing in the world will make me release it," he warned, his dual-coloured eyes glinting with something dark. "Even if that prey is biting and kicking, I will have it completely."

And before she could mouth off any further protests to him, Orpheus' lips were on hers again.

This time, she could taste the metallic flavour of his blood from his lip as his tongue pushed forward into her mouth again. It was a tangy and bitter kiss, making her brows crease, but that didn't stop the man one bit.

His fingers were cold against her thighs, as was the rest of his body after his black frost marking began to glow just seconds ago.

Even his lips were cold, yet they felt like fire on hers, burning and claiming what it wanted.

Lady Karina's grip tightened in his hair, so tightly that she was practically tugging at the roots of his curls, but the man simply smiled devilishly against her lips.

He allowed her a moment to breathe, taking satisfaction in her flushed cheeks, her damp forehead, and her half-lidded eyes that could barely focus on looking at him.

"What...will it take...for you to stop?" Lady Karina managed to ask, her breath shaky.

Her mind was an incoherent mess so it was a miracle she could even formulate her words.

Orpheus studied her, pleased that she was so willing to bend to whatever he would demand.

Somehow, all sense of him wanting to be sweet and gentle with her had flown out the window.

Still, he was willing for change but he was impatient in the same breath.

He wanted a willing bride so naturally he would await her approval, but there was no law or regulation that stated he couldn't kiss her senseless or touch her in the way he pleased before that.

"I don't believe you've learnt your lesson since the last time I punished you," Orpheus stated, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "It would seem that I would need to remind you who exactly is the one in charge here."

Lady Karina regarded him with a bitter gaze, somewhat angered that the man always had control.

But was that really true? Most of the time it seemed as if she was the one controlling him.