Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 934

Chapter 934: Ripped (r-18)

He rose from between her thighs in one fluid motion, towering over her where she sat trembling on the marble counter. Patt’s chest heaved, nipples stiff peaks tenting the thin white blouse, thighs still spread wide and glistening with the slick that had run down from her ruined panties.

Her eyes were wide, pupils blown black, lips parted on shallow, desperate breaths.

Without a word he reached for her blazer.

His fingers hooked into the lapels — strong, unyielding — and he ripped.

The fabric tore with a sharp, violent rrrrrip that echoed through the quiet suite. Buttons pinged off in every direction, skittering across the marble and bouncing onto the floor like tiny gunshots. Patt gasped sharply, whole body jerking at the sudden force.

The tailored blazer — expensive, professional, her armor in boardrooms — hung in shredded tatters from her shoulders, the lining split, exposing the crisp white shirt beneath.

She trembled. Hard. A full-body shiver that made her medium breasts jiggle inside the cups of her bra and her juicy thighs quiver against the cool stone. Her hands flew up instinctively, clutching the torn edges of the blazer like she might try to hold it together — but her eyes were shining with something darker than shock. Hunger. Relief. Shame-tinged excitement.

"Eros..." Her voice cracked, small. "I... I’ve never been..."

He didn’t let her finish.

He grabbed the front of her shirt with both fists and tore it open from collar to hem in one brutal yank. The sound was louder this time — a savage rrrrrrrip of expensive cotton giving way. Buttons exploded across the counter, some rolling off the edge to clatter on the floor.

The shirt parted like tissue paper, revealing the black lace bra that barely contained her medium, perfectly rounded breasts — full C-cups, firm and perky, nipples dark and diamond-hard against the delicate fabric.

Her stomach was soft but toned, a faint sheen of sweat already making her skin glow under the low lights.

Patt’s breath hitched into a broken moan. She trembled harder now — thighs squeezing together once before spreading wider again, fresh slick leaking visibly from the crotch of her panties and dripping onto the marble with soft plinks.

Her hands clutched the torn shirt uselessly, knuckles white.

"More," she whispered, voice small and shaking. "Please... rip it all. Treat me like I’m nothing. Most men... they always respected me. They were careful. Polite. I don’t want polite tonight. I want you to destroy me."

The words seemed to ignite something in him.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and yanked downward with brutal force. The zipper screamed, the fabric split at the seams with a loud rrrrrip, and the entire skirt tore away in his hands like it was made of paper.

He tossed the ruined garment aside. Then he reached behind her, grabbed the clasp of her bra, and tore it off in one savage pull — straps snapping, lace ripping, the cups falling away to fully expose her medium breasts.

They bounced free — perky, round, the perfect handful, nipples stiff and dark, areolas slightly puckered from arousal. Her skin flushed crimson from throat to chest.

Patt moaned loudly at the exposure — a raw, needy sound — back arching, pushing her tits toward him. "Yes... like that... treat me like your worthless maid... like I’m just a hole for you..."

Well, that came out of nowhere. But what could he do, the lady had asked, right?

He spun her around on the counter so she faced away from him, hands planted on the cool marble, ass presented high. Her perky, round, firm ass — two perfect, heart-shaped globes, smooth and pale with the faint red marks from earlier thigh kisses — jiggled slightly as she settled into position.

SLAP.

His palm cracked down hard on her right cheek. He liked the firmness, she did a lot of exercise to keep this firmness, didn’t she? The sound was sharp, wet, echoing. Her ass rippled from the impact, the flesh turning bright pink instantly.

"Ahh—fuck—!" She cried out, moaning loud and broken, pushing back into the sting.

SLAP.

Left cheek this time — harder. The firm globe bounced, skin blooming red. She moaned again, louder, thighs trembling, pussy clenching visibly beneath the soaked panties so that a fresh string of slick stretched down from her entrance to the marble.

"More," she begged, voice cracking. "Slap my tits too... please... I want to feel small... worthless... just your toy..."

He reached around, cupped one medium breast firmly, and slapped the soft flesh with his other hand, softly than he did her ass, — sharp enough to make it jiggle and sting. She cried out in pleasure, nipple hardening even more under the impact.

SLAP. The other breast — firmer this time.

Her moan turned into a sob of pure need.

All the while he kissed her — every inch he could reach. His mouth dragged hot, open-mouthed kisses down the back of her neck, across her shoulders, along her spine. He sucked marks into the skin between her shoulder blades — hard enough to leave dark purple hickeys that would bloom tomorrow.

SLAP —

SLAP —

SLAP.

"Yes—harder—treat me like I’m beneath you—most men always held back—please don’t hold back on me Eros—slap my tits again—make them sting—make me feel small—"

He turned her again — facing him now — and bent low. His mouth found her breasts. He kissed the soft undersides first — slow, open-mouthed, tongue tracing the gentle curve where breast met ribcage.

Then he sucked hard on the tender skin just below the nipple, pulling the flesh into his mouth until a dark purple mark bloomed against the pale swell. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Every time his lips touched her skin she shuddered violently — a full-body tremor that made her thighs clench, her pussy clench, fresh slick leak from her soaked panties in a steady drip. Her nipples ached so badly she sobbed when he finally took one into his mouth — sucking hard, tongue flicking the stiff peak while his hand slapped the other breast again.

"More marks," she begged, voice wrecked. "Cover me... make me look like I belong to you... please..."

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