Page 29 of The Guru: Shadow

Gorgeous. And I have everything on camera.

She was frozen in the position he had left her, panting and sobbing in a rasping sound.

He smeared his thumb over her face, collecting cum off it, and then shoved it in her mouth.

“Was that what you wanted before?”

She could’ve wiggled herself out of the situation.

She could’ve said no or scream or bite him.

But instead, she nodded.

She nodded and sucked in his thumb, swirling around it with her tongue.

And he knew right at this moment that he had not only found a hidden gem, his hidden gem, but also his equal. Not that he didn’t know before, but now, he truly knew.

“Good,” he whispered, “because you’ll do that again.”

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EMMA

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It was exactly the rush she had searched for. That self-destructive part of her wanted nothing more than to be attacked and feel the thrill of a fight for her existence, for her life, for her soul. Part of her even wanted the rush of dying. And as she leaned against the wall behind her, she just stood there, breathing in the air, feeling alive like never before.

However, now that the immediate threat was gone and the adrenaline had faded, her mind raced again.

What the fuck have I done?

What the fuck did he just do?

But, although her morally correct part shamed her to the ground, it did not consume her like usual. It was like a hidden, glowing gem inside her chest that made her feel something – something alive, something that was not loathing or pain. The exhilarating sensation of thrill and arousal was on a level she had never felt before. Aroused from being fucked in the mouth after almost getting raped. Aroused from being deep-throated by a man who replayed the assault with her, and it was exactly what she wanted.

Or maybe I amjust broken.

She knew he was darkness personified, and yet, it did not bother her. On the contrary. For the very first time, she met someone equal. Someone who did not fit in, just like her.

“I need an honest answer, Emma,” said Deis, leaning in on her, cupping her face softly with his palms, which was, after all they had done, weirdly satisfying.

“Em. Just Em, please.”

Her voice was a bit croaking, as her throat burned from what his cock just did to it.

“Em. Why did you walk into this park?”

Her eyes flashed at him as he addressed the elephant in the room.

Say something vague.

“Needed to feel alive.” And with it, she loosened herself from his touch and walked away.

“And why did you need to feel alive?” he asked, following her.

It really was the worst question ever. What did he want with it? Was he playing therapist? He wouldn’t understand anyway.

“Because my life sucks.”