Chapter 4: Claimed by moonlight
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Emma’s POV
I waited until everyone had gone to sleep, as the yacht rocked gently beneath us in the quiet of the night. Brittany must probably be all curled up in her cabin dreaming of daddy’s approval. I smirked as I slipped through the corridor like a ghost in my ridiculous elf skirt. My heart nursing only one thought: *ruin her by ruining him.*
Richard’s door was ajar. He stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, and his mouth curled when he saw me.
“Couldn’t sleep, little mate?”
I didn’t answer with words, dropping to my knees.
The carpet was plush under my skin as I crawled forward, skirt riding up to bare my ass. No panties—I’d arranged for that earlier. His c**k was already straining against the fabric, a thick outline that made my mouth water. I tugged the waistband down, and he sprang free—heavy, veined, the head flushed dark and thick with pre-c*m.
*For Brittany,* I told myself. *Let her choke on this.*
I licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and musk. Richard hissed, his fingers threading through my hair. I took the head between my lips, sucking hard, then sank down inch by inch until my nose pressed against his pelvis. My throat fluttered around him—then I remembered how I used to practice on silicone, on bananas, the memory of Mark’s disappointed grunts getting to me. *You’re too vanilla, Em. Learn to take it like a slut.*
Richard’s hips jerked. “f**k—where did you—”
I pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him with both hands, spit shining on his shaft. “You like that, Daddy? You like seeing me on my knees, choking on your fat c**k?”
His eyes flashed gold and he growled. “Say it again.”
I smirked, licking a bead of pre-c*m from the slit. “You like your little elf w***e calling you Daddy while she swallows every inch?”
He hauled me up by the arms, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was brutal—tongue f*****g my mouth the way I’d just f****d his d**k with mine. He tasted himself on me and groaned. His hands ripped the elf top down; my t**s spilled free, n*****s hard and aching. He latched onto one, sucking hard enough to bruise. I arched, gasping.
“Bed,” he rasped. “Now.”
I let him push me back, let him spread my thighs wide. The skirt bunched at my waist. He stared at my p***y—shaved bare, dripping—and his nostrils flared.
“Christ, you’re soaked.”
“For you,” I lied. For revenge. For Brittany’s tears.
He dropped to his knees, but I stopped him. “No. I want you inside me. Now.”
I guided him to my entrance, lining up that massive head. He pushed—just the tip—and froze.
“Emma.” His voice cracked. “You’re a—”
“Virgin,” I finished, breathless. “Yeah. Surprise.”
He stared down at where we’re joined, his c**k breaching me, my lips stretched obscenely around him. “How the f**k are you this good with your mouth and still—”
I laughed. “Practice. For someone else.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The stretch burned, but I welcomed it. “My ex wanted a slut but wouldn’t wait for the ring. So I learned—watched porn, deepthroated toys, talked dirty until he came down my throat every night, but I saved my p***y for marriage. He still called me dull. Kicked me out eventually.”
Richard’s eyes darkened with lust. He cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “He was a fool. You’re not dull, Emma. You’re f*****g *radiant*.” He pushed in another inch. “Look at you—taking me like you were made for it. So tight, so wet. My perfect girl.”
The praise hit harder than his c**k. I whimpered, hips bucking. He slid home in one smooth thrust, bottoming out, and I cried out—pain and pleasure twisting together. He stills, letting me adjust, kissing my tears.
“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
When I nod, he starts to move. Long, deep strokes that drag over every nerve. His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit as he f****d me raw. I’m close already, embarrassingly fast.
“Richard—”
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
I shatter, p***y clamping down, milking him. He groans, then slams deep. I feel it—the base of his c**k swelling, the knot forming, locking us together. He roars, hips jerking as he comes, flooding me with heat. Pulse after pulse, until I’m overflowing, his c*m leaking around the knot, down my ass.
The knot finally slips free with a wet sound, his c*m gushing out of me in a hot rush. I’m still trembling, thighs shaking, when Richard flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing.
“Again,” he growls against my ear, voice rough with wolf. “Need to feel you come on my c**k one more time before dawn.”
I don’t even pretend to fight it. I push my ass up, spreading my knees on the soaked sheets. He doesn’t wait—just grips my hips and drives back in, one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs. My p***y is swollen, sloppy with his first load, and the slide is filthy, loud, perfect.
“f**k, listen to that,” he groans, pulling almost all the way out just to slam deep again. “This cunt was made for me.”
I moan into the pillow, fingers clawing the sheets. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against my ass, balls smacking my clit with every stroke. One hand snakes under me, pinching my n****e hard; the other finds my clit, rubbing tight circles until I’m sobbing his name.
“Come, baby,” he snarls. “Milk me dry.”
I do—shattering around him, walls fluttering, squirting messily over his c**k and the sheets. He follows with a guttural roar, knot swelling fast this time, locking us tight as he pumps another thick load deep inside me.
“Mine,” he whispers against my skin.
He collapses over me, careful of his weight, nuzzling my neck. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, kissing the bite mark he left earlier. “So beautiful. I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you anyway.
My heart stutters.
Revenge was supposed to feel good, but this feels like falling.
I stroke his hair, staring at the ceiling. Brittany’s face flashes in my mind. I came here to destroy her. Instead, I’m knotted to her father, his c*m dripping from my virgin-no-more p***y, his heartbeat thundering against mine.
And for the first time, I’m not sure who’s being ruined.
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