Master of Lust

Chapter - 169

After Linda ended the call, Rick's gaze bore into her like a hungry predator, his eyes burning with both desire and resentment. He couldn't shake off the bitterness towards the commissioner who had unjustly thrown him in jail for the sake of some shady underworld figures.

"What did the bastard told you?", Rick asked her sitting on her chest. His weight was emptying the nerves from inside her body. She was groaning in pain. But clenching her teeth against each other, Linda gazed at him.

"He threatened to torture you until you are begging for mercy, motherfucker," she spat defiantly, a mixture of anger and fear coursing through her veins.

But Rick wasn't in the mood to hear nonsense. Rick's grip tightened on her naked shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through her body. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again, or you'll regret it. You won't be able to show your face to anyone without a hijab," he warned, slapping her boobs mercilessly.

"Agghh!!!" Linda let out a sharp cry of pain, her voice filled with anger and determination, "I will kill you asshole, once I get out of this room.", she threatened, her eyes flashing with fury.

Feeling the weight of his body pressing down on her, Linda's skin flushed with heat as she struggled beneath him. Every movement sent waves of agony through her body, as if her bones were on the verge of breaking.

Desperately searching the room for a way to escape, Linda's gaze landed on a nearby table. Her mind raced, searching for something heavy to use as a weapon against Rick. Maybe a rod, or any other instrument that could give her a chance to break free from this suffocating situation.

Her eyes landed on the hunter she had brought with her, initially intending to use it against Rick. Now, it seemed fate had twisted against her, leaving her trapped and defenseless. Fueled by a mix of anger and frustration, Linda's resolve hardened as she plotted her next move.

Caught up in his own twisted amusement, Rick taunted her with a sinister laugh. "What's got your attention, sweetheart? You want me to torture you more?"

He kicked her while she was down, then straddled her thighs and pinned them in place.

"Ow!" Linda cried out, feeling the sharp pain shoot through her body.

Once again, she found herself at the mercy of Rick's cruelty, her eyes brimming with tears of fury as she glared up at him.

"I swear, I'll get you for this," she growled through gritted teeth.

"Aw, sweet Linda, looks like I've got you right where I want you again," Rick taunted, tossing his weight onto her and pressing her down.

Linda's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Rick reveled in his newfound power over her.

With each blow, Linda's cries grew louder, her once pristine white shirt torn to shreds by the relentless onslaught of Rick's blows.

Exhausted and in agony, Linda could do nothing but endure as Rick continued to unleash his fury upon her helpless form.

He now threw the hunter on her back. Her white shirt were ripped in just five to six wars of hunter. She was groaning in pain. Her voice was getting soar because of continuous attacks on her restless body.

As her white shirt became stained crimson with blood seeping from her shoulder, Linda seemed to withdraw, unresponsive and utterly drained.

"I'm not feeling this anymore. Let's mix it up," Rick remarked, his tone softening. "Sorry, I'm not some kind of monster. Let me make it up to you." With gentle care, he turned her to face him.

Undoing the zipper of her pants and releasing the top button, Rick couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of her black embroidered panties. "Wow, what a sight! A beautiful pink pussy. Just looks a bit more wide then I would have dreamed of. You surely made many guys happy," he exclaimed, eagerly sliding them down her legs, the fabric clinging stubbornly to her knees.

Groaning in pain, Linda gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, her expression unreadable.

"What do you think, I'm going to do next? Have you any idea? At least you can guess baby," Rick laughed making fun of her.

With a mischievous grin, Rick parted his lips wide, gently cupping her entire pussy in his mouth, his touch sending shivers throughout her body.

Rick eagerly delved his tongue into the warm, moist folds of her pussy, his mouth watering with anticipation. Linda, unable to resist, ran her fingers through his hair, lost in the sensation.

"Ah, damn it, get off me, you bastard," Linda cursed, her words a mix of frustration and desire. Explore new worlds at m,v l'e-m|p y r

Despite her protests, Linda couldn't deny the growing hunger within her. Rick's touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire of excitement deep within her core. She trembled with anticipation, torn between her duty as a lady officer and her primal urges.

But she was the lady officer who could not bend down in front of a criminal, whom she has been ordered to torture.

Desperate to break free from his grasp, Linda struggled against Rick's advances, her limbs thrashing in a futile attempt to loosen his grip. But her efforts were in vain, as she found herself powerless against his seduction.

Rick, sensing her inner conflict, took advantage of the situation, continuing to tantalize her with his touch. He reveled in the intoxicating blend of pleasure and torment that he inflicted upon her, relishing in the sight of her struggling against her own desires.

Rick was now in a tit for tat moment, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

He teased Linda's pussy with his tongue, savoring every moment. At times, he gently grazed his teeth against her, while other times he plunged deep inside, swirling his tongue like he was savoring a sweet treat.

Linda's senses were ablaze with excitement as her arousal grew. Her pussy grew wet with desire, unable to resist the seductive touch of Rick. Slowly, she released her grip on Rick's hair, yearning for more as she let out soft moans of pleasure.

"Ahhh..." Linda couldn't help but moan in ecstasy. Rick, reveling in the moment, decided to taunt her.

"Are you enjoying it, you whore? Does that bald bastard satisfy you like this? Tell me, who's better: him or me?" he teased, adding a playful edge to the sensual moment. Rick played the tantrums to make fun of her.

Linda found herself drained of all energy, unable to muster a response beyond soft moans as she closed her eyes. Linda's hands fell on the ground easily. Her body was weak enough to position herself in a relaxed state.

Meanwhile, Rick eagerly indulged in the sweet nectar of her pussy, savoring every drop of fluid and secretion. Linda doesn't like getting fucked by her enemy, but she can't control herself from getting seduced by him. He satisfied his desires while Linda surrendered to the seductive sensations, unable to resist despite her inner conflict.

Breathing heavily, Linda's labored breaths filled the air with a palpable intensity. Each exhale carried with it a sense of surrender and arousal.

"Have you had your fill for today, or are you still craving more?" Rick teased, noticing her pale, drained expression.

Linda, drenched in sweat, wore an emotionless mask as she paced restlessly, unable to shake off the sensations coursing through her.

"I don't think we're quite there yet, darling. But guess what? I've got a surprise in store for you. Ready for it? Not quite yet, sweetheart. Just hold on a sec," Rick said with a grin, rising from his seat and stretching his muscles.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Rick fired up the system, eager to add some extra spice to the moment. Browsing through the virtual store, he pondered his options, his mind buzzing with anticipation. And then, like a bolt of inspiration, he knew exactly what to get.

With a sly smile spreading across his face, he happily spent a modest 500 Ero Points from his treasure trove, acquiring the perfect item.

In a flash, a large crimson candle materialized in Rick's hand, casting a warm, inviting glow in the dimly lit room. The air, once heavy with the scent of metal and blood, now filled with the sweet aroma of roses, creating an atmosphere ripe with possibility.

Rick took a slow, deliberate breath, a sly grin playing on his lips as he closed the distance between himself and Linda. She felt a surge of fear, rendered speechless by his intimidating presence.

He leaned in, his nose hovering over her like a curious detective, exploring her scent. With gentle hands, he lifted her legs, examined her hands, and tugged at her clothes in search of something.

"Noticing those lips, I'd bet you're a smoker," he remarked with a teasing edge, his tone a mixture of warning and amusement as he attempted to retrieve the lighter. "So don't make this difficult, sweetheart, or else I will have to start teasing you again."

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