My Ex Sold Me To The Devil

Chapter 25: Lesson One - Unbridled Slave

Riven’s thumb was still inside my mouth.

Thick. Shrivelled. Tasting of salt and that faint metallic edge of his own blood. He dragged it slowly over my tongue, pressing down just enough to make me gag before pulling it out. The rough pad scraped against my bottom lip, and a helpless whimper escaped me before I could swallow it.

I hated that sound.

I hated how my body betrayed me.

His golden eyes were molten, locked on my face like he was memorizing every flicker of resistance. His free hand was still pinning my wrists above my head against the cold stone wall. I was trapped. Completely. And the worst part? My wolf was stirring inside me, not in fear… but in something far more… uncontrollable.

‘Mate,’ she whispered, low and needy. ‘Ours. Mate’

I shoved her back hard. “No! No mate!. He let them decide our fate. He was going to let them take us.”

Riven’s lips brushed the shell of my ear. His voice was velvet wrapped around a blade.

“You tried to run from me, little bird.” His hips rolled forward, and the thick, heavy ridge of his c**k pressed against my core through our clothes. “After I claimed you. After I burned that entire council with my aura just to keep you breathing.”

I turned my head away, jaw clenched. “Mere words. You sat there and sealed my fate. You were going to let Kaelen drag me and my son back to hell. Don’t pretend you give a f**k now.”

His low growl vibrated straight through my chest. Electric sparks crackled where his skin touched mine — that ancient Lycan bond flaring to life between us. My wolf whined, pressing harder against my ribs, drawn to the raw power rolling off him like a storm.

Riven’s free hand slid down my body, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rip my dress. He didn’t tear it like some savage that he looked like. Instead, his fingers traced the curve of my waist, the dip of my hip, until they slipped beneath the fabric and found the bare skin of my thigh. I felt his cold hand touch my skin, sending electric shock around my thigh.

“So stubborn,” he murmured, almost fond. “Even now, with your wolf begging for mine… you still fight.”

His fingers brushed higher. My breath hitched when they found the slick heat between my legs. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I never had time to put anything on before I tried to run.

One thick finger dragged slowly through my folds.

I was already wet. Shamefully so. The moment his skin touched mine, another spark of that bond jolted through me, and my p***y clenched around nothing.

Riven’s eyes darkened further. “Look at that,” he whispered, his voice rough with hunger. “Your body already knows who it belongs to. Even if your mouth keeps lying.”

“I don’t belong to you,” I hissed, trying to twist away. “You’re just like every other man. Full of promises you can’t keep.”

He ignored everything I said. His finger circled my c**t — slow, gentle, merciless. Not rough. Not fast. Just… relentless. The kind of touch designed to drive a woman insane. And oh f**k was I going insane!

A soft, traitorous moan slipped out of me. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

Riven smiled. Dark. Satisfied. Possessive.

“There it is,” he breathed against my throat. His fangs grazed the sensitive skin there, sending another violent shiver down my spine. “That little sound you’ve been fighting so hard to hide. Keep fighting, little bird. I want to hear every single one of them break.”

His finger dipped lower, sliding just inside me. Not deep. Just enough to feel how soaked I was. He curled it slowly, stroking that spot that made my knees weaken.

My wolf was purring now. Loud. Shameless. She wanted to roll over and submit to the Lycan King’s aura pressing down on us like a physical weight.

I hated her for it.

I hated myself more for the way my hips twitched forward, chasing his touch.

“You sealed my fate in that hall,” I whispered, voice cracking despite my best efforts. “You let them call me defective. You let them say my son was useless. And then you just… decided. Like I was property.”

Riven’s finger pushed deeper. Another joined it. He f****d me slowly with two thick fingers while his thumb rubbed tight, perfect circles over my c**t. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room.

“I would never have let them take you,” he said quietly. His voice had dropped into something almost tender. Almost. “Not you. Not the boy. I was never going to let Kaelen touch either of you again.”

“Liar,” I breathed, even as my walls fluttered around his fingers. “You were going to hand us over. I saw it in your eyes.”

His growl was deeper this time. More possessive. His free hand tightened around my wrists until it bordered on pain.

“I play the long game, Liora.” His fingers curled harder, stroking that spot inside me with devastating precision. “I let them think they won. I let Kaelen believe he was getting you back. And then I was going to burn his entire pack to ash the moment he tried to take what’s mine.”

My moan this time was louder. I couldn’t stop it. My head fell back against the wall as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.

Riven’s lips brushed my jaw. “That’s it. Stop fighting what your body already knows. You’re dripping down my hand, little bird. Soaking my fingers like you were made for them.”

I was. God help me, I was. My thighs were trembling. My p***y was clenching greedily around his fingers every time he pulled them out, like it didn’t want to let him go.

Electric heat pulsed between us where our skin touched. My wolf was fully awake now, pressing against my ribs, reaching for his. I could feel his Lycan aura wrapping around mine like chains made of pure dominance.

Riven’s voice dropped even lower. Dark. Velvet. Dangerous.

“You tried to run from me tonight. That was your first mistake.” His fingers moved faster now — still controlled, still sensual, but deeper. “Your second mistake was thinking I would ever let you go.”

He spun me around so fast my face pressed against the wall. My arms were still pinned above my head with one of his hands. His other hand yanked my dress up over my ass in one rough motion.

The cold air hit my bare skin. His palm came down hard on my ass. The crack echoed through the room.

I cried out, more from shock than pain. Then another slap landed on the other cheek. Harder.

“Count!” he ordered.

I clenched my teeth. “Go to hell.”

Another slap. This one made my eyes water.

“Count, or I’ll keep going until you can’t sit for a week!!”

I hated how my body reacted. The sting was turning into something else. Something hot and throbbing that shot straight to my core.

“One,” I spat.

Another slap.

“Two.”

He didn’t stop at five. He kept going, alternating cheeks, sometimes landing on the same spot twice. My ass was burning, stinging, but my p***y was dripping down my thighs. I could feel it. I was mortified.

“Ten,” I choked out, my voice breaking.

Riven’s hand smoothed over the burning skin, almost gentle. Then his fingers slid between my legs.

“So f*****g wet,” he growled. “You like being punished, little bird? You like knowing you belong to me now?”

“f**k you,” I whispered, even as my hips pushed back against his hand. I was close. So f*****g close. My moans were coming faster now, broken and helpless. I hated every single one of them.

Riven’s thumb pressed harder on my c**t. “Yes… you are almost there! c*m for me, Liora.”

I shouldn’t… God I shouldn’t. But I lost it. I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me hard enough to make my vision white out. My p***y clamped down around his fingers as I came with a broken cry, gushing over his hand. My wolf howled inside me, loud and satisfied.

Riven didn’t stop. He kept stroking me through it, slow and gentle now, drawing every last tremor out of me until I was shaking and whimpering against the wall.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, they were glistening. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes never leaving mine.

“Sweet,” he murmured. “Just like I knew you would be.”

He released my wrists.

I sagged against the wall, my legs barely holding me up. My dress was ruined. My thighs were sticky. My pride was in pieces on the floor.

Riven stepped back, adjusting the massive bulge in his pants. His voice was calm. Controlled. But his eyes were still burning.

“Get on the bed.” He tilted his head, a slow, dark smile curving his lips.

I looked at him, my chest heaving. I wanted to refuse. But my legs were already moving faster than my brain could catch up.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, little bird.” His voice dropped into something hungry. Something that made my freshly spent p***y clench all over again.

“I haven’t eaten all day,” he said softly. “And right now… I’m f*****g starving.”