A Deal in Darkness (Dark and Devilish #2)

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YOU'RE MINE

ENZO

A driana’s eyes flick down to her wrist, staring as my hand engulfs it. I’m so much bigger than her. Enough to make her look tiny in my grip. Perfectly formed. Perfectly small. Delicate and ready to break.

She bites her lips and shakes her head, trying to deny the reality that’s crashing down around her. Her hair spirals as she tries to turn around, sinking her weight down as she uses it against me.

She’ll hurt herself—and I can’t let that happen.

I don’t like it when my possessions get damaged, not unless I’m the one breaking them. Adriana’s panicking and I need to get control before she does enough damage to put an end to tonight.

I’m faster than she expects and the only option left to her is screaming as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed. She’s thrashing again, and the fight is driving me insane, stoking the fire building inside me as my desire to fuck her senseless becomes difficult to control.

The girl is doing everything she can to stop this, and it’s only making it more likely to happen.

“Stop.”

I drop her onto the bed and she tries to scramble away.

I grab her ankle, yank her back to me, and pin her underneath me, watching as she writhes beneath me. Adriana’s resistance is a challenge I’m enjoying and I smirk, fully in control, as I watch her strain against me. She can’t overpower me, and all she’s doing is tiring herself out.

It’s a pity that she’s wasting her energy on something so pointless, but at least she’ll be more compliant when she’s exhausted. She’ll break quickly at this rate, and then I’ll get to shatter her over and over as I mold her to my will.

“Stop fighting this.”

“I don’t…”

I hiss as she defies me, and her eyes plead for me to let her go. They’re so damn pure and I’m going to enjoy destroying her innocence. Adriana will enjoy tonight—I’ll make sure of it—as soon as she stops fighting the inevitable and accepts her place.

Underneath me.

On top of me.

Legs spread or ass in the air.

Pussy ready and waiting to be fucked.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whisper.

“I don’t want this… you can’t… please, don’t…”

She stills and our eyes meet, letting me know the terror running through her soul. I feed off it and it’s stoking the demon I’m desperately trying to restrain tonight. For her. For me, if I’m honest. Because scaring her will make things harder for me.

“We made a deal, Adriana. I’ve kept my end. I’m taking what’s mine.”

Her head shakes and she sobs, her bottom lip trembling as she almost bursts into tears. The beautiful girl beneath me is about to crumble and as much as I relish her tears, I want her to scream in pleasure tonight.

“I promise this will feel good.”

A small whimper escapes her lips, and she stops fighting against my hold. I wait and she doesn’t react as I loosen my grip, easing back as she stops fighting me.

My cock’s fucking throbbing and if I were being truly wicked, I’d shred her clothes and plunge my dick into her now. Another night, I’ll make good on my desire. She’ll learn to take my cock when I want, how I want, wherever I want—and she’ll enjoy it or not, but she will submit to all my cravings and desires.

I run a hand down her center and she turns her head away.

“Don’t do that, baby,” I whisper. “Eyes on me while I’m playing with you.”

My dick jerks as she stutters a breath and her breasts move tantalizingly close to my hand. Adriana’s freezing again, and while I could just fuck her like this, I’d much rather she was a willing participant.

I run my knuckles down her face and she flinches.

“No, sweet girl.”

She takes another stuttered breath, fixing her gaze on the painting hanging on the wall instead of me. She’s trying to dissociate and I won’t let it happen. Not when I need her to know who she belongs to.

I grasp her chin between my thumb and fingers, turning her head back toward me. She looks away, doing anything she can to avoid meeting my gaze. Seconds later, she shuts her eyes, trying to block out the connection I’m trying to forge.

The one that binds her to me.

That marks her as mine.

“We don’t do that,” I say, placing a single kiss on her cheek. “Eyes on me.” I kiss her cheek again, dipping my head so it nuzzles against her neck. “Don’t make me make you. I don’t want that. You don’t either .”

Her lips press against each other and a tiny tremble spreads through her into me.

“Open your eyes, Adriana. I’m going to make sure you enjoy this, baby.”

“I don’t…” Her core stiffens as her hands curl into fists and come up over her chest. “Don’t call me that.”

Her eyes snap open, and they’re a hot mess of defiance. Their blue is fueled with rage and there’s a spark so alive it’s impossible to see anything else. They’re fucking dazzling. Absolutely enchanting. They’re pure, unadulterated anger and I want them to be mine.

“Tell me what you like.”

Adriana’s anger turns to confusion before her rage reignites. The girl is more innocent than I thought, completely na?ve. So fucking pure that it’s unbelievable. I doubt she’s even had a man eat her pussy and I wonder if she’s been fingered before.

Probably not from the way she’s staring at me, like I’m asking her a hard question.

“Shall we find out, baby girl?”

Her lips twitch and she doesn’t like that name either. I don’t give a fuck but it’s useful to know her tell.

She huffs and her eyes roam in random directions, unable to focus on anything as her thoughts spiral. Adriana’s angry, terrified, and trying to pretend she isn’t excited. Her heart isn’t racing out of fear alone, and the smell of her cunt as it gets wet is so damn sweet that I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Let’s find out.”

I’m going to fucking ruin her and the thought of being the first to touch her pussy makes my cock weep. It’s straining against my trousers, desperate to break free and fuck her virgin cunt.

For a moment, she relaxes, nodding her head as she surrenders to my will. I lean back, undoing my shirt as I stare down at my fucking stunning submissive who’s about to learn how good the pleasure I can give her feels. She draws a deep breath and her tits rise, and I note the hardened nips rubbing against the lace of her bra and the thin top she’s wearing.

And then it’s gone.

The fire and the fight return, and she glares up at me as my shirt falls to the bed. Her eyes drop to my stomach and her pupils dilate as she catches my ripped abdomen and she wants to submit again.

“Let me make you feel good,” I rasp, surprised by the throaty timbre of my tone. “I’m going to make you feel so, so good, baby.”

She whimpers and I smirk, slowly lowering my head until our faces are millimeters apart. Her breathing’s rapid and every breath blows hot air onto my lips, stoking the fire that’s turning into an inferno inside me.

I shush her and she bites her lip, nervous, as her gaze alternates between my eyes and my lips. She wants this—wants me—and it’s simply a question of how long I have to wait until she accepts that fact. Her teeth roll over her lips as she moistens them and she’s on the verge of breaking.

Adriana’s resistance is cracking, and it’s about to shatter.

Her body knows it wants mine and the gentle arch of her back as she tries to bring her tits closer to my chest hasn’t escaped my notice.

I’m on the verge of getting what I want and the excitement is a fucking maelstrom of pleasure.

My lips nudge closer and hers rise to meet mine. We’re so close it’s fucking painful, and all she has to do is move a little bit more. I want her to know she wanted this, wanted me, and realize that I didn’t just take her.

I’ll be as rough as needed, but I want Adriana to know it wasn’t just me. Whatever we do, however dark and depraved the things I explore with her are, I want her to understand she’s enjoying them. Even when she’s in pain or scared or the degradation hurts like a goddamn bitch.

It’s better that way.

More satisfying.

When the submissive craves the pain and the dominant feeds off it. Even amidst their confusion, there’s beauty when the submissive suffers. It’s exquisite and I want it. I fucking want it all from her and I’m damn well going to take it.

Adriana’s lips meet mine and the kiss is soft, tentative. She’s caved and she’s afraid, but she’s excited too. Her lips are like velvet and she increases the pressure, signaling that she’s ready for me to take control.

I don’t need to be asked twice.

My mouth presses onto hers as I push her down onto the bed, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She gasps and I don’t give a fuck, playing in her mouth as I claim every fucking inch of it as mine. She’s mine to taste, mine to kiss, mine to fuck, and the beautiful, confused girl underneath is about to experience a world of pleasure that she’ll only know from me.

Her back arches and my hands move down her body, groping at her curves and angles. I knead her breasts, finally playing with her glorious tits, and the girl moans into my mouth.

My girl .

Adriana’s accepting her place and her inhibitions are easing. She’s relaxing and beginning to understand that she doesn’t have to be afraid. Not of this. Not when I’m like this.

It’s progress—and she deserves a reward.

I tear her top off, and she gasps as she writhes, clawing against me. She’s asking for me instead of fighting me, and it’s only when I yank her bra off that her confidence falters.

“Such a good girl,” I breathe against her chest, sucking and kissing the space between her tits. “Isn’t it better when you behave?”

Adriana half moans, half gasps and I fucking love it.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

I move my mouth over her breast and she pants. I’m sure she’s never been touched like this before and I’m going to fucking defile her sweet, innocent body. She moans as I suck her nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sensation as I flick my tongue across her before I undo her jeans.

My fingers grab her jeans and yank them down, barely waiting before they dive under her lace underwear. She’s dripping wet and as I slide my fingers over her, she bucks her hips against me.

My teeth bite down, and she screams, arching away from me. My thumb finds her clit, and she screams again, experiencing a kind of pleasure she hasn’t known before.

“Stay still for me,” I moan. “I’ll make it hurt if you don’t.”

Adriana trembles and my fingers play with her clit. She’s dripping onto my hand, trying not to move as the pain of my bite lingers. My fucking perfect girl is losing the battle and when I circle her clit it’s too much for her and she writhes, arching her back as she cries in pleasure.

I bite her breast again, making damn sure I scrape my teeth over her nipple. She cries out again and I hold her down, spreading her thighs further apart with my knees.

“You get rewarded when you’re good. Tongue or fingers, baby?”

Her eyes widen and her lip trembles. “I…”

I smirk as Adriana loses herself in a daze, unsure what the hell to ask for while her body demands more. I sit back, running my hands over her stomach as I soothe her for a few moments. My fingers find the lace of her underwear again and I rip it apart, pulling it off her in seconds and leaving her utterly exposed.

Her pussy’s fucking glorious. It’s pink and wet, dripping for me. For my cock.

I’m going to destroy it in a moment.

As soon as I’m finished tasting her virgin cunt.

My head dives between her legs as my hands hold her in place. She writhes and gasps, pleading for me to stop as she grinds against my tongue. Her taste is divine and I suck her clit as I savor every damn drop, licking her entrance until I dart my tongue inside.

She moans, and it’s unlike any sound I’ve ever fucking heard. It’s a fucking plea for more as my tongue plays inside her, driving her arousal to breaking point.

“I can’t breathe. Please, I can’t fucking breathe,” she rasps.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I grunt back. “And I’m not stopping until you come on my face.”

Her head shakes from side to side and my cock rubs against my trousers. It’s painful, and it needs release, and I quickly undo my belt and fly. The relief is palpable but short-lived, and I don’t know I’ll hold out long enough if she doesn’t come soon.

Adriana’s hips move faster and harder, and my fingers play with her clit as my tongue does all the things a demon tongue can. I’m driving her to a climax and there’s not a fucking chance she’s depriving me of this. She’s coming on my fucking face, whether she likes it or not, and when her breathing turns ragged, I know she’s close.

She just needs to give in.

Or for me to force her over the edge.

I press my thumb onto her clit and she comes hard, screaming as her pussy contracts around my tongue. She’s lost in pleasure and I drag her orgasm out, sending wave after wave of desire through her.

Adriana screams until I stop, sitting up and admiring the flush that’s spread over her chest and face. Her skin is slick with sweat and her eyes lack focus, hazing over as the warmth of her climax takes hold.

I stroke my cock, certain I’m the first man to make her come.

I’ll be the only man to control her orgasms.

She’ll learn fast if she wants to come and my submissive doesn’t know the fun I’m going to have teasing her to breaking point. I’ll edge her until she can’t take any more and then force orgasm after orgasm out of her, making her shatter into a thousand pieces. It’ll be fucking glorious to watch and her body’s mine now—to use, to own, to wreck.

Her breathing slows and I slip out of my trousers, nudging forward as I run the head of my cock over her folds. I’m as wet as she is, and she bucks against me, still sensitive from the orgasm I’ve given her.

“Stay still,” I demand. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Adriana’s eyes snap to mine, and the haze evaporates. It’s replaced with fear, and I grip her waist, holding her firmly in place. She knows what’s happening, and the fear of the unknown replaces the soothing warmth of her climax.

“Please, I’m not…”

I shush her again, circling her entrance with my cock.

“Enzo,” she says, defying me. “Please, I’m not ready.”

My cock fits against her so perfectly it’s impossible and I glance down, watching as it nudges against her virgin pussy.

“I’ll make it feel good, Adriana.”

Her head shakes and tears flood her eyes. If I had a heart, I’d be moved. But I don’t, and she’s even more damn pretty when she’s on the verge of falling apart.

“I’m not…” Her hands find my wrists and she digs her fingernails into my skin. “I haven’t done this before.”

I smile and for a moment, I let her think she’s affected me. She catches her breath and stills, lying beneath me like a fucking goddess ready for the taking.

“I know,” I whisper.

Her eyes widen, and I thrust my cock inside her.

Adriana cries and arches her back, digging her fingers into my wrists as the pain spreads through her. It’ll sting, and by human standards, my cock’s fucking huge. Her pussy’s being stretched as I slide forward and when our hips connect, I watch a tear fall from each eye.

It’s fucking perfect.

I’ve taken her virginity in a way that’s so fucking perfect it’s indescribable. She’s trying to adjust underneath me and every movement just makes her tight, wet pussy clench harder around my dick. She’s made for me and now she’s mine, and I’m going to mark her pussy with my come, so she damn well knows it.

“Just breathe, baby.”

Adriana whimpers and turns her head, biting down on her lip.

She needs to relax or I will hurt her because I’m going to fuck her. My fingers find her clit and she exhales, and I move, deciding her clit’s had enough attention and now it’s time for her pussy to get some.

“I’m going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you. The way you’re going to learn to take it.”

I’m not gentle.

It would be crueler in the long run.

Adriana needs to know what fucking is, and I thrust hard, holding her in place and letting my view alternate from my cock to her face. Blood’s streaking onto my dick as it slides in and out of her, painting me with her virginity as I pound into her. Her tears stop and her mouth falls open as her head lolls back, and she starts moving with me, instead of fighting against something she can’t overcome.

“Good girl,” I praise her. “Taking my cock so damn well.”

She moans and the pleasure rippling through my dick spreads to my core. Adriana likes praise and I won’t deny her it. Not tonight. Not when it gets me what I want.

“So fucking pretty. You’re going to learn to take my cock,” I grunt. “Your pussy’s going to learn to take my cock. Anytime I goddamn want. You’re mine, Adriana.”

I slam into her harder.

“You’re fucking mine.”

I’m losing control and I don’t give a shit.

“Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to adore and please.” I slam into her harder and faster, making her moans turn into cries as she loses herself in ecstasy. “I’m going to fuck your perfect virgin cunt until it’s molded to the shape of my cock. I want you sore. I want you aching. I want you to know who owns your fucking cunt.”

She screams and comes, contracting hard around my dick. It almost hurts and I lose myself, fucking her as I chase my high, oblivious to the pleasure and pain consuming her.

My balls tighten and I let my cock slide deep inside her, coming hard as my hip connects with hers. I tighten my grip, spilling all my come inside her and claiming her as mine.

Adriana whimpers as I still, and my grip loosens as my head drops. The release is everything I needed and her body’s fucking perfect. Her mind too, and it’s going to be a delight to screw with it as we play the most deliciously wicked games.

I withdraw and lie down, pulling her against me.

She tries to move away, and my hold tightens again.

“Thank me,” I insist.

“For what?” she replies, her voice shaky.

“For letting you come. For giving you those orgasms.”

Her breathing falters, and she tries to hide her sobbing. She mumbles a half-ass, sarcastic thanks and my hand slips to her ass. I tap it lightly and she sobs hard enough for me to hear it—and in a rare moment of compassion, I decide against punishing her for being so fucking rude.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

She shrugs like a petulant child. “Confused. Upset. Used. Hurt.” She stammers a stuttered breath. “The orgasms were alright.”

I kiss the curve where her shoulder meets her neck, pulling her against me. “Get used to them, Adriana. I’m going to fuck you regularly and fuck you well.” I kiss her neck again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I’m so proud of you. You were perfect tonight.”

Her breathing stops and I watch the smallest hint of a smile threaten the corner of her mouth. Adriana needs aftercare, and while I’m not always in the mood, tonight is different.

Tonight, she’s earned it.

And it’ll make her less hesitant next time.

“Can I stroke you?” I whisper, gliding my fingertips over her silky-smooth skin. “Let me take care of you. Just tell me what feels good, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She hums and settles, processing what’s just happened to her. The warmth of her climax merges with the heat of my body, and her muscles relax as I massage her to sleep.

I’m content to let her rest—for now.

I close my eyes, revisiting the sight of my blood-streaked cock thrusting into her, and debating how many hours of rest I should give her before I fuck her again.