Chapter 136: Dominating and breaking Shakuyaku. (R-18)
Shakky lay sprawled on the floor of her own bar—once her sanctuary, now the stage of her surrender.
Above her loomed Lakeman, an embodiment of absolute dominance. His mere presence suffocated all resistance, compelling Shakky to remain still, submissive, helpless beneath the weight of his will.
She knew it. She was no longer the woman in charge of this place. She was now a prize. A toy. His toy.
She tried to mask the tremor in her eyes, but as his crimson gaze locked onto hers—so close she could feel the heat radiating off him—fear pulsed through her veins like lightning.
Lakeman tilted her chin up, smirking. "Let's taste those smoky, dark lips first," he said, his voice low and smooth like velvet over steel. "After all, it's a new flavor for me."
Without giving her a chance to respond, he seized her lips with his own. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, smothering her muffled whimper.
Her body tensed as his kiss deepened—aggressive, consuming, possessive. He chewed on her lower lip, savoring the bitter-sweetness of tobacco laced with helplessness, his tongue wrestling hers into reluctant submission.
His body pressed down onto hers, pinning her against the cold, hard floor. One hand held her head firmly in place, fingers tangled in her dark hair, while the other slipped beneath her vest.
His palm glided over her toned stomach, rough fingers exploring her warm skin until they reached the swell of her breasts. He groped her without restraint, greedily kneading her flesh.
"Mmh...!" Shakky moaned into his mouth, her voice betraying her body's involuntary response. She hated it. Every second.
'Why... why did I just moan? Under this bastard's touch?' her mind screamed.