Whisper in the Dark

Chapter 3

Adult Content 18+

The girls have been in the forest for two days. She was becoming restless about getting them back. She knew she had to let them find their own path, but it seemed to take far too long for them to do so. She was staring out of the window when he entered her bedroom chambers.

“What do you want?” She asked abruptly.

He closed the door behind him and walked up to her. They were alone in her room, decorated with deep-red furniture and a large four-post wooden bed in the center of the room. She was not one for a lot of furniture, but she liked large and bulky furniture.

He took long strides towards her and she could hear him approach her from behind. She was still dressed in a white nightgown and a purple robe that was loosely tied around her waist. His sudden touch on the back of her neck gave her a fright. He had that effect on her. She feared him, yet trusted him.

His hand gently glided into her loosely tied hair and then he grabbed it and pulled her head back with force, making her gasp at his sudden aggressiveness.

“Do not talk to me like that.” He said in a whispered tone into her ear. The anger in his voice sent goosebumps all over her skin.

Regardless of his ruthless nature, she would defy him at any opportunity she could.

“I am your queen and I will talk to you how I want to!” She said through gritted teeth.

He pulled her back against him and grabbed her jaw with his one hand still in her hair. She gave a little moan at his aggressive touch as she felt his fingers sinking into her soft skin.

“You should have, after all these years, learned that I am not to be messed with.” His breath formed each word on her cheek.

She wasn’t planning on giving in to him, regardless of how terrifying he could be. She grabbed his hand, holding onto her chin, and pried herself loose from his grip. In one motion she turned around and slapped him across the face. His hand still being in her hair, he pulled her into him and laid a dramatic and hard kiss on her. Claiming her lips as his.

She fought against his kiss, biting into his lip. He pulled away from her and let go of her hair to touch his lips. Blood was starting to form and there was blood on his finger. A dangerous smile formed on his lips as he licked the blood off his finger.

She instinctively started to move backward and away from him. As she turned to run for the door, he grabbed onto her robe, making it slide off her body. He lunged forward and wrapped his arm around her waist. She wanted to scream but she knew she couldn’t. He knew just as well that he could do with her as he pleased and there was nothing she could do about it. Her secrets were safe with him as long as she gave him what he wanted. He enjoyed her retaliation and saw it as more of a challenge.

“Scream, I dare you.” He whispered in her ear as he pulled her tightly into him.

For some strange reason, the fear she felt for him also made her hormones surge in want of him. There was just something about him. She knew very well that she was the only woman he wanted and that he slept with and that made her want him even more. She would never admit this to him. He is just a toy in her game of thrones. He increased his hold on her and she held her breath for a moment as he pulled her up against his chest and lifted her feet of the ground.

“Let go of me.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Why would I do that?” She could hear the smile on his lips in his voice as she struggled against his arm and tried to pry herself loose from his grip.

He had brute strength and her struggling against him was more foreplay to him than anything else. She did not stand a chance against him, yet she resisted him as much as she possibly could.

She pushed against his arm trying to free herself from him. His loose hand grabbed her breast hard and pushed her into his chest. He roughly rubbed her breast through the thin material of her nightgown. Her n*****s instantly hardened underneath his touch.

“I knew you wanted me, you might as well stop your struggling and open your legs for me like the little slut that you are. You can make this easy and not get hurt.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine. Since her husband’s death, she has tried to resist him and not once made it easy for him. She kicked his shin trying to kick even further.

“Let go of me, Ronan!”

“Very well, you chose the hard way as always. At least you make it fun.”

She could feel his member pressing into her bum as she struggled against him. He let her go and she ran for the door, only to realize he locked it when he entered and the key was missing.

“Let me out of here!”

He came up behind her and pushed her into the door, taking her hands from the door handle and placing them above her head.

“Now why would I do that when I can have so much fun with you?” He whispered into her ear as her face and body were pressed against the door.

He placed both her hands in one of his hands and removed his belt from his pants. She struggled against him although after all these years she knew it would not work. She could resist him, she could end this, but why would she? He tied her hands together and then let her hands go where she was still pressed against the door by his body’s weight. He pulled back and spun her around to face him before pressing his hips into her. She refused to make it easy for him, just adding more to his pleasure. She pressed her tied hands hard against his chest, he pressed forward against her, not even flinching when she tried to bite into his neck. A soft moan escaped his lips.

He placed his hand underneath her bum and lifted her. She pulled stiff against him, trying not to place her legs around him. He carried her over to the bed as she kept hitting him in the face while she towered over him. He chuckled with every hit.

He threw her on the bed and she turned onto her stomach trying to get off the bed, only to have him grab onto her ankle and pull her back to him. Her gown pulled up as he pulled her towards him, revealing her light pink panties to him. Without hesitation, he grabbed onto the soft fabric and ripped it off her. He had enough of her fighting him and wanted what he came for. With one movement, he flipped her onto her back and grabbed her knees, forcing her legs open. His hands slid down to her s*x and he quickly inserted a finger into her.

“I knew it, you can fight as hard as you want to, but I know you want me.” His last words he stretched out to make them clear to her as he looked down at her angry face where she lay.

She couldn’t help it, but something about the hard and ruthless way he treated her turned her on and, even though she did not want it, her body would betray her every time. His finger quickened its movement inside of her and she could not help but let a moan escape her lips.

Before she could reach her climax, he pulled away and lifted her nightgown further over her body and her head. Twisting it around her already tied up hands and hooking it over the intricate detail of her bed’s headboard, leaving her breasts and body exposed and open to him on the bed.

Her desire flared up in her and burned down in her belly for him to place himself in her and take her, but she knew him by now. He would exhaust her and then when she finally gave in to her desire for him, he would start torturing her and delay her satisfaction.

He got off her and removed his white buttoned shirt over his head. His pants fell effortlessly off his sculpted hips. His body was scarred from every battle he had won and he was proud of it. The v his stomach formed made the desire in her for him to take her even more. He saw her looking at his bulging member. He gave her a smirk, enjoying the attention she did not want to give him or acknowledge.

“Hungry much?” He asked her with a cocky smile.

He sat down next to her where she was lying helplessly. He placed his hand on her breast and massaged her hardened n****e. He desired her and wished he could have her fully. She wouldn’t let him though. He pushed the thought back into his mind and let anger and desire take control of him. With that, he leaned down and bit onto her n****e, making her groan at the tantalizing sensation it sent through her body. He loved the fact that he had that power over her. She may refuse but her body belonged to him fully and it only awoke with his touch and responded to him like no other woman ever would.

He started sucking hard on her n*****s and pulled away quickly, leaving her out of breath. Unexpectedly, he pulled his hand back and gave her a hard slap over the now sensitive n****e. She gasped at the unexpected pain and lust coursing through her. Her skin burned deeply as it started to heat and turn red where he had hit her. He did the same to the other n****e as she held her breath waiting for the slap on her sensitive skin. This time he delivered the slap harder and then started kneading her tender breast hard. Her back arched involuntarily lifting her s*x off the bed into the air. His attention immediately averted to her s*x. He slapped her again and again before massaging her breasts and then sucking on the sensitive buds.

He removed his boxer, letting his member spring free from it. Climbing onto the bed, he went and laid next to her, examining her body from head to toe.

“Lift your ass.” He commanded.

“As if I will do what you tell me to do.”

“I did not ask you, it was a command.” With those words, he smacked her on her s*x, making her jolt.

She lifted her body up from the bed. He started rubbing where he just slapped her slowly before sliding his finger down between her folds. She was already so wet and the anticipation of having him enter her was becoming unbearable for her.

“Beg me.”

“No.”

Before she could realize what he was doing, she was on her stomach with her arms twisted together uncomfortably. A loud smack hit her bottom and she groaned in agony.

“Beg!” He said through gritted teeth.

“Please...”

“I cannot hear you!” Another smack fell onto her red bottom.

“Please take me, now!” She cried as the tears started to form in her eyes. He was ruthless with her and the pain was nothing. She could tolerate more than that, but she needed her release.

He liked to hear her beg for him. It made him feel in power when she belittled him most of the time in front of others due to her position. He grabbed her legs, propped her up, and spread her legs, getting in between her legs. He did not waste time and thrust into her quickly, making her groan and cry his name.

His fingers dug into her bottom as he held onto her, thrusting deep and quickly into her. He was reaching his climax quickly and so was she after the power struggle they had. He found his release inside of her and collapsed with his body weight on top of her.

“You are heavy Ronan, get off me.”

“Do not dare talk to me like that.” He said and rolled off, her.

He spun her around onto her back on the bed and left her there naked looking at him as he was busy getting dressed.

“Untie me!” She demanded.

He ignored her and finished getting dressed while looking down at her body lying in front of him on display. Due to their unique abilities, they did not age as a human would. She was staring her second century in the eyes and yet she did not look a day older than 30.

After getting dressed, he sat down next to her on the bed and looked her straight in the eye.

“The girls are fine, Alexa shrieked and burnt a piece of the forest. The village heard it.”

“What?!” She pulled at her restraints. “Let me go, Ronan, you got what you wanted.”

He grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

“DO. NOT. SPEAK. TO. ME. LIKE. THAT.” His anger made it all the way to his eyes.

She knew which boundaries not to cross and this was one of them. He immediately restrained himself again and let his hand fall from her chin and gently dragged it down from her throat over her left breast. He delayed over her breast circling around her n****e before he gently let his finger slide down her body over her stomach and her s*x. She shuddered at his touch.

“Remember who placed you in your almighty position. I can take you off that throne just as quickly.” Her eyes widened at his words, turning into a glare. Anger built in her and her eyes turned a dark purple.

His words rang true and she hated that he had such a hold over her. He owned her. It did not matter how much she would like to deny it, it was the truth.

He started untying her hands, she ripped the restraints, breaking the headboard before he could finish. As soon as her hands were free she tried to jump off the bed, only for him to grab her around her throat and push her back onto her back.

“I did not say you can leave.” He was choking her now as she lay on the bed with her hands over his and around her throat. She knew better than to provoke him like that, but she did it anyway. He usually made her pay for it.

He slowly loosened his grip around her throat as she let her hands slide down to her sides and lay still on the bed next to him. He liked her this submissive to him. It normally costs him a lot more effort to get her to this point every time. It did, however, get easier with time.

He placed one hand on her body before looking at her. She grabbed it and broke his wrist.

"Just because I play your little game does not mean you can do as you please to me." She spat the words at him with venom.

Ronan took his hand and broke it back into position from the contorted form she had broken it into. He did not flinch at the pain in the slightest.

"I made you as much as you proclaim that you have made me." She gets up as she speaks and walks to the window.

“What do you want me to do about the girls?”