His To Use: Seduced By The Incubus

His Fingers In Me

ZYRELLA

I paced through the corridor of Selvik’s bedroom, my heart still racing. I couldn’t get the image of him collapsing out of my head. One second he was standing tall, the next he was flat on the floor like life itself had drained out of him.

The door creaked open, I turned around sharply. Two men stepped out. One wore a medic coat, clearly a doctor, and the other… well, I didn’t even see him walk in earlier. It was as if he appeared from nowhere the second Selvik collapsed.

They went inside with Selvik, shutting the door on me. I stood there like a nobody, useless, waiting. My mind was restless, too many questions screaming in my head. Minutes later, the doctor stepped out, brushing past me like I wasn’t even there. I hated that. I wasn’t invisible, but they were acting like I was.

“What happened?” I asked quickly, stepping forward. “Are you sure he doesn’t need to go to the hospital?”

Before the doctor could even answer, the other man... the stranger spoke. His voice was calm.

“You’re still here, Miss Hart.”

I froze. My chest tightened.

Wait... How did he know my name?

He then turned to the doctor. “Goodnight, Doctor Hale.”

The doctor gave a small nod and left without another word.

I frowned, my head spinning. I wasn’t about to let this go. “How did you know my name? And who are you?”

He looked at me with a faint, knowing smile. “Darian Crowe. Selvik’s personal assistant.”

I exhaled. That explained it… or at least, it gave me enough to stop pressing. If he worked closely with Selvik, then maybe he had done his homework about me. Maybe he already dug into my background like most wealthy men did before letting someone into their circle.

Still, something in me said there was more to it.

I bit my lip, but I couldn’t stop myself from trying again. “Is he okay? What happened? Please… I need to know.”

His eyes didn’t soften. “Miss Hart, that is not your concern. You should only know that Master Selvik is doing okay.”

I blinked. Master?

That word rolled around in my mind like a bad omen. Why call him that? This was not the old world. Nobody talked like that anymore.

Darian adjusted his coat and looked at me with that same distant calm. “Now, if you would excuse me, I want to rest. You should do the same, Miss Hart. Goodnight.”

And with that, he walked away.

I stood frozen in the hall, confusion drowning me. I could swear it was only Selvik and I in that dining room, but the second he collapsed, this Darian Crowe showed up out of thin air like he’d been hiding in the walls.

My gut churned. Something wasn’t right here.

I finally dragged myself back to the guest room. The bed felt too soft, too big, too cold for my thoughts. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to shut down.

What was I even doing here? How did my life end up tangled with a man like Selvik Voss?

A man who was wealthy, powerful, mysterious. A man I barely knew, yet the pull he had on me was undeniable. A man who collapsed in front of me like his body was breaking under secrets I couldn’t see.

I closed my eyes, but they opened again almost immediately. Sleep was impossible. The image of his pale face, the strange way Darian looked at me, the word Master echoing in my head. It all clung to me.

But then, nobody knows who Selvik Voss really is, and since I am a journalist, I’m going to try and uncover the mystery within this man.

Sleep came after waiting for hours... then I felt it, an invisible weight, a pacing glare across the room. I sat up, my heart hammering, and froze. There he was, Selvik, sitting right in front of me. He has an unreadable expression on his face.

“Is this a dream?” I asked, with my voice trembling. He didn’t answer immediately. He just stood, a predator surveying its prey, then walked slowly to the door.

“Five minutes, doll. Take your bath and get ready. We’re traveling to Northern Wing,” he said in a commanding voice. And with that, he stepped out, leaving me stunned. Not a dream…

I hurried to the bathroom, and took my bath. When I was done, I realised that forgot to bring a towel inside the bathroom. Naked, I stepped back into the bedroom, my heart pounding, and my skin flushed with anticipation and fear. The door clicked shut behind me, not realising Selvik had returned back to the room.

Our eyes met, and everything froze.

His gaze roamed, slow, deliberate to my bọ́obs, and I covered myself instinctively.

“Don’t dare hide them, bọ́obs. They’re mine to see, mine to taste,” he said seductively. "Just like that tight pùssy spreading for my còck, and my bálls pounding against it." He added.

My stomach twisted. I felt hotness of heat, as it pooled low in me, and I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the bath.

My body betrayed me. Every nerve, every inch of me was alert, trembling with need I didn’t want to admit… yet I did.

I reached for a towel, tying it around my body, trying to regain control.

“The least you could do is knock,” I spat, my cheeks flaming.

“Oh doll, this is my mansion. I can do whatever I want,” he said, stepping closer to me. His presence filled the space, suffocating, and electrifying.

“Stop fighting it…” he murmured, closing the distance. My steps back felt endless until my back hit the wall. One hand braced on the wall beside me, the other gently on my neck, tilting my chin up. His lips brushed my skin, tracing the line of my neck.

I gasped. Heat shivered down my spine. My hands twined in his hair, not to push him away, but for balance, caught between wanting to fight and wanting to surrender. The way he touched me made my pulse race, my body reacting against my will, aching for more.

Every word he whispered made my breath hitch. Every inch he closed, I felt my resistance melt. My skin tingled, my core ached, responding to him before I could even think.

The tension was unbearable, delicious, raw. I hated how it.

And then… a slow, deliberate movement, his fingers teasing, exploring into me slowly, testing my limits. I scream aloud, gripping him, leaning into the sensation, overwhelmed, breathless.

He thrust into me, teasing me to the edge. I felt my own body trembling, every nerve on fire, wanting, needing, burning with the heat of him.

“Yes… doll, scream if it makes you feel alive,” he murmured. “Show me you want it, show me you can’t resist me.”

I couldn’t stop it, or hide it. I held him tighter, shivering, moaning, letting the tension roll through me. He moved closer, his fingers tracing, testing, claiming, until it became impossible to think, only to feel.

It was him, guiding, claiming, and I surrendered completely, letting out a cry of need and pleasure. “Yeah, doll, scream aloud,” he whispered, his voice low, dangerous. “It shows that you love it… and telling me to do more.”