❤️ Speckle (Part 3) ❤️
“And you want me to believe that, as if.” Raziah snorted, rolling her eyes at him.
“I am not telling you to believe me, I am telling you it belongs to me, the question you should be asking is how did you come to possess my power that was stolen away from me.” Dark said to her. It has to be the power he had lost one hundred and fifty years ago. The power that was ripped out of him after he fought with Chaos. Well, technically he took the power from a man who called himself ‘The Keeper of Stone’ when he was still a boy until Chaos had come to meet him and offered him a hand of friendship not knowing the ba$tard was also after the power. Who knows where that sn@ke of a man could be hiding?
His hands tighten in anger. Because of Chaos he had lost such strong power and now it is inside the body of Raziah. He couldn’t be mistaken, the power doesn’t have a second one unless the keeper was lying to him.
“It’s not yours, it belongs to my wolf and if you annoy me I will unleash my wolf on you.”
Dark was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes glued to the face of Raziah. Then he came down from the bed.
“Then how did your wolf come in contact with such power?” He asked not expecting an answer from Raziah, he continued. “The only person who could have an answer to my question is your mother, and she is dead.”
Now it was Raziah turned to start laughing like a lunatic and Dark raised up his brows.
“What’s funny in what I said? You think I am joking with you?” he said in a very dangerous tone which didn’t stop Raziah from laughing, if possible she laughed more. Dark made as if he wanted to climb the bed and strangle her and he had nearly succumbed to the thought.
Raziah stopped laughing and became serious.
“I know that’s what Barwolf told you, he told you what you needed to hear but you see, my mother is much alive.” Raziah told him.
“Barwolf told me that your mother died after a brief illness and-”
Interrupting him rudely.
“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what I said, Barwolf lied. My mother is very much alive and not dead like he claimed,” Raziah said. “Anyway, you will believe your fellow r@pist like you.”
“First of all I am not a r@pist, we had a deal and I won, so don’t blame me for losing to me. I won’t lie though, you have a very sexy body which I claim as mine. Secondly, follow my rules and we won’t have a problem,” he said and then suddenly leaned forward, his eyes boring at her as if he could see deep inside her soul. “Next time don’t you ever try to run away with a man that is not me, I was merciful to you today. What you did today made you look like a cheap whor€ so what is mine should be mine only, don’t test how deep my rage can go Raziah.” he added with a very serious tone.
“And what should I call you then? When speaking of whor€s you are leading.”
“I am the fu¢king King of whores, I know that but you shouldn’t because you are Mine, MY PROPERTY, the only one who gets to see your body and not some $tupid Vampire. You are my whor€ Raziah and that is the difference between you and me.” he told her, “Nod your head if you understand.” he added and Raziah quickly did as told, since he head was the only part of her that was moving. “Good girl,” he tapped her hair like a little child and straighten up to his height. “Now, where is your mother?”
“I can take you to see her.” Raziah began. His face being close to her has her heart racing widely. “She won’t speak to anyone that is not me.”
“Alright then, wear some clothes and let’s go and meet her.” Dark said.
“I need to take my bath first then get me out of whatever spell you place on me. I can’t move any part of my body.” Raziah told him.
“I didn’t hear the word please.”
“Please.” Raziah said with her teeth clenched tightly and Dark smiled.
Climbing the bed once again, he licked and sucked on each of her breasts then proceeded to go slowly down on her abdomen, licking and stopping when he reached her pelvis. He started from her legs, cleaning off the tried blood on each of her legs like an expert. When he reached her vulva he exhaled a hot breath on it and she gasped at how good it felt, as he began to pu$$y licked her. And then his hot breath was replaced by his warm, wet tongue. He swirled it in little circles down one side of her pu$$y and then up the other, never quite dipping it inside of her but hard enough that the pressure of every swirl made its way right to her clit.
Whatever Dark was doing felt so good. She tightens her lip to stop herself from screaming in pleasure.
Dark stopped and smiled down at her, licking his lips. “Did I forget to add your blood is mine also?” he didn’t wait for her reply. “Get dressed, I want to talk to your mother.”
Raziah realized she could move her body and was out of the bed.
By the time she got dressed, she noticed that Dark was wearing a loose trouser and she wondered how he got those quickly when none of his clothes were here.
“Magic,” Dark said as if he was reading her mind. Then slowly he looked at her from head to toe and he frowned.
Raziah glared at him and waited for him to say something harsh about her almost transparent black short dress but instead he gestured with his head.
“Your nippl€$ aren’t showing at all, why?” He asked.
Raziah blinked and looked down at the V shape that divides the top layer of her dress. Her whole brea$t$ was showing except for her nipples. She had always liked open clothes because no one would dare to touch her, but now, Dark has dared to touch her and he loved it. She has to change that.
“That’s the way I want my dresses being sewn.” Raziah replied to him.
“Well next time, don’t sew the areas that cover your nippl€$.”
“You don’t tell me what I do with my nippl€$.”
“Well since you’re now mine and my property do I need to spell it out for you or should I carve it on your face or better still on those big bre@sts which are mine?” Dark said. “I don’t think so, speckle.”
Resuming her glaring and without another word, she left her room.
Dark followed her, his eyes on her a$$, then his eyes moved to the scars on her back. He had wanted to ask her when he saw it but knowing Raziah she’d spit him fire than to tell him how she got the scars. He remembered the young Raziah and wondered what made the sweet little girl change. He saw the way the guards were looking at her and he gritted his teeth.
Raziah clenched her hands as she noticed the stares she was receiving from the guards. No doubt they were remembering what Dark had done to her some hours ago. Raping her in front of them had made them know how powerless she was against him. No matter what she is not returning the power to him. If her wolf wasn’t that forgetful, she would have known why it was chained and how she came about the power since Dark said it was stolen from him after Chaos happened.
She wondered if ‘Chaos’ was the name of a person or if it is just as it sounds Chaos.
Nearing the door that her mother was in, the two guards there bowed down and she knew they were not bowing to her but to the f00l who was behind her.
“Who has been cleaning my mother since?” she asked and none of the guards replied to her.
She opened her mouth but Dark beat her first.
“If she repeats her question again, believe me, you won’t like what I will do to you,” Dark said. “You are going to address her the way you’ve been doing before.”
“We are sorry, my King.” the guards apologize.
Dark smiled as Raziah turned to glare at him.
“She hasn’t been cleaned for the past two days now, my King.”
“And what has Barwolf been doing since? Or doesn’t he know that if I am not available that he is the next person to clean up his wife.” Raziah said angrily and without another word entered the room, ignoring the stench oozing out from her mother.
Dark followed her and was greeted with the foul smell coming from the room, but he ignored the smell as his eyes roamed around the room.
“So where is your mother?” he didn’t even finish his statement when his eyes stopped at the figure on the bed in the room. He walked closer and closer until he reached the bed and was peering at the face of Mary, the one little Raziah had come to beg that night. But she looked so pale and wasn’t even breathing. “She is dead, Raziah.” He spoke and moved away from her.
“Yes, I know that genius.” Raziah said, touching her mother’s forehead tenderly.
“You know she is dead and you still brought me to meet her? Do I look like a joke to you?”
“She is not dead Dark. She is still alive.”
“You are insane Raziah, it’s either you bury this body today right now or I burning it. There won’t be a dead body in my palace.” Dark ordered.
“This is my Palace.” Raziah reminded him.
“Then I will take you to my castle.”
“Look,” Raziah said, tired of arguing. “My mother is not dead. After my father killed her, she has been asking me to keep her body clean and bathe her.”
“Hold on, what did you say, Barwolf killed Mary?” He asked wide eyed.
“Yes, he killed her.”
“Was it the night you called me?” He hoped it wasn’t that day.
“No, not at all,” Raziah answered and he was relief a bit. She continued. “The night I called you for help was the night Barwolf, my father, raped me almost to death.”
“What!?”
Dark blood began boiling in rage and so the ground beneath them started shaking as it cracked open all over the room and the ground of the whole palace.
Lava could be seen rising out from the crack.