CHAPTER 136 - PROGRESSING PLANS

-THIRD PERSON’S POV-

Dymian removed Farrah’s slender hands from his neck and held both of them in one of his. Then he placed her hands at the center of his exposed chest through the white button-front shirt. He looked down at her flustered expression with the slightest smile.

Earlier, he had tossed away her black and white headpiece, burst the white waist tie, and ripped the black nun outfit to shreds. Now she sat completely naked with her back slanted backwards on the paper-strewn desk, and her legs wrapped around his waist in the study of the Renaissance chapel on the second floor.

His solid cock was buried deep inside of her after he discarded his black priest robe, white collar, and white stole. His black pants bundled and cuffed around his ankles as he hurriedly took her in raw need.

Heightened in the adrenaline rush, all the bloodlust coursing through his veins from the havoc they had recently caused to the Alpha King when they massacred thousands of lives had rocketed his arousal.

Sadistically, he reveled in it.

"Tell me again that you're mine," he commanded with a thick but controlled voice.

"I'm yours," she answered so quickly, trying to move her body against his to ease the throb between her legs.

As of lately, he kept asking her whenever they had sex. He diabolically relished the fact that Vaheed suffered every time he had sexual intercourse with her. It drove him to mount her quite frequently.

It was a sexual ache that she assumed he knew that she felt for their Alpha prince hostage. Nonetheless, she allowed Dymian to partially satisfy it. Since she found herself constantly aroused by impeding thoughts of the handsome, black-haired prisoner in the basement, she had no choice.

"And tell me you want me again," he gruffly demanded, leaning down his head to graze his teeth on her neck, pricking the skin.

"I want you!" Sputtered from Farrah, exactly what he wanted to hear.

His cock thrust into her savagely, coating itself in her wetness, forcing every inch of it into her as far as to the hilt.

“Dymian!” Farrah moaned loudly.

He seized her lips for a kiss while ramming his dick in and out of her as she fought her mind to expel intrusive thoughts of her mate. He released her hands, palming her cheeks and angling her face upwards.

He bit her lips hard. The pain that erupted made her shiver, her legs trembled. Yet, he continued his ever-persistent pounding roughly and expeditiously into her so that the pain quickly dissolved and all she could feel was every nerve ending on fire in her pulsing core.

The antique desk jerked and creaked. Papers slid off with a sailing swing to the terrazzo floor with every vicious slam of his pelvis against hers as he hammered her squelching pussy.

Dymian gave the graphite gray high-back swivel chair behind him an aggressive back kick so that it wouldn’t collide with his legs as he pounded his woman.

"Cum on my dick, Farrah," he growled, dipping his short curly pearl-white head to latch his mouth onto her pink nipple and suck it.

His finger gripped her hips and lifted her butt off the desk. She flattened her palms to support her upper body and his cock rammed into her repeatedly.

Gradually, she became undone. She felt herself slipping over the edge of ecstasy as the sweet sensation of orgasm consumed her being. Her shaky hands gave way and she flopped backwards. Her back lay atop the scattered white papers on the top of the desk with her head flipped back so that her garnet red eyes saw the upside-down view of the open doorway.

"Hey, I got the report on the...oh shit.” Rovell halted when he realized the indecency he had walked into. “Sorry about that. I'll uh…I'm going to be in the meeting room." He awkwardly darted out of the study.

“The meeting room is in the other direction," Dymian muttered with a chuckle, watching his second in command as he sped up his thrust, undeterred.

"Oh, yes. You are correct." Rovell hollered from the hallway, rushing past the doorway in the opposite direction.

Farrah let out a low laugh that she couldn't hold in at how flustered Rovell had gotten seeing their half-naked bodies working hotly.

Dymian became rougher. He seized her wrists above her head and pounded into her mercilessly, seeking his own chunk of ecstasy. It was not long before she felt his hot sticky cum taking its claim on her raw engorged core.

Both of them panted. His body hovered over hers, taking her beauty in. He laid his head on her heaving chest for a mere moment before his body abandoned hers, and he removed his restraining hands from her red aching wrists.

He plopped down in his swivel office chair as she stayed in the same position with her legs wide open before him. His hooded garnet-red eyes glued to her pink throbbing pussy, dripping with a mixture of his cum and her slick.

“I can hardly wait for you to bear my child, Farrah. When I become King, you shall be my queen.” He licked his lips at her beautifully, pleasure-sated, messy appearance and sighed deeply. He leaned his head on the backrest of the chair. “Cover yourself and go clean up.”

Farrah bit her bottom lip, slipping down from the desk with a few white papers sticking to her hot, moist ass.

“Are you still not able to sense the red wolf?” Dymian asked, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He believed that the blood-shedding message should have worked for them to bring Raina back where he wanted her. He inhaled slowly as his chest rose and fell.

Farrah bent and took up Dymian’s priest robe from the terrazzo floor and pulled it over her head. “I felt her aura a few times. It seems that she has returned.”

With a triumphant smirk, he rose to his feet, bending to pull up his pants. “Good. Have you figured out where they went into hiding? Which realm did they go to?”

“I wasn’t able to track them.” She flapped her arms in the huge robe, adjusting the bulky garment on her slender body. “Valen's abilities are ―.”

Dymian’s fierce, protracted growl did not let her finish. Her answer wasn’t good enough for him, so she avoided his eyes and busied herself with combing fingers through her long, tousled, pearl-white hair. Although she could feel the heat of them boring holes into the back of her head.

He buttoned his black pants, zipping it up. His aura and tone were cold and dark when he said, “No matter. We have the advantage as long as your power does not fail.”

Farrah knew what it meant. It was a threat.

Massive panic and anxiety rose in her chest with his split personality bursting forth his blackened soul. She couldn’t afford to disappoint him. Especially since he suspected that she could betray them for her mate.

It cast skepticism on her actions. When Dymian had threatened to kill her and replace her with the red wolf, he had made it abundantly clear.

“It won’t. I am doing my part, Dymian.” With that assurance, she left the room just as Rovell reappeared and strolled inside the study.

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