Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

One

One

HIM

My dick is still burning from the tattoo she just gave me, but fuck, I need that pussy. My fiancee’s lying in my arms, stroking her fingers between her lips, touching what I want. What I own. Property of Varius Shadow is inked beneath her black curls. Mine.

She turns her head into her pillow and sucks in a little breath, trying not to wake me. She knows I need my sleep after the shit that happened last night – our attempt to kill the Boss of the Death Hunt gang led to one of my brothers nearly dying under his claws.

But the scent of her cum-stuffed pussy’s getting stronger. It’s tickling my nose, filling my lungs until I’m consumed by the idea of rolling her onto her back and sinking into her balls deep.

“Micha,” I growl, trailing my hand from her breast to her stomach. She stills rather than jumps, her assassin training locking her muscles down despite her surprise. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“I don’t need –”

My fingers wrap around her wrist and pull.

She tries to resist, but I am much bigger than her, much stronger than her, and I force her fingers up to my mouth. Flicking my tongue out, I taste what’s mine.

A groan rumbles from my chest.

A soft whimper escapes hers.

“Whose name is on your pussy?” I growl, stroking her fingertips across my lower lip.

“Some neanderthal who thinks he can just say, ‘Grr. I man. Grr. You woman.’”

My smile twitches into existence, then falls as my cock hardens. “Say my name, Micha.”

Her spine stiffens against my chest. My little monster – so damn defiant over any order, no matter how small… My blood heats in anticipation of getting her to submit.

Sucking her fingers inside my mouth, I twirl my tongue around them. She shudders. Then wiggles her pert little ass against my cock, making me hard.

Relaxing my grip on her wrist, I skim my fingers down her arm, trailing goosebumps across her ribcage. Her hip. I dip towards her pussy, and she spreads her legs on a little moan.

But instead of touching her there, I go up to tease her breasts, feathering my fingers across her A cups but not touching her nipples like she wants me to. She’s so damn sensitive there, often enjoying the pinch of clamps.

“Tell me who owns your pussy,” I growl, having finally released her hand from my mouth.

My blood pounds in the thick veins of my cock. I rock my hips forward. She sucks in a breath, and I know she is close to breaking.

I graze my fingers over her nipples, checking that they’re hard before dipping my hand south. I tease the top of her pussy lips, circling around but not going in. She rocks her hips in invitation, but if she doesn’t say her pussy is mine, I am not going to give her what she wants.

Grabbing my cock, I slide it between her thighs, building her up but denying her that final finish. Her pussy slides across the length of me, feeling so damn good despite the burn of my new tattoo. She lowers a hand to the front of her thighs and rubs the head of my cock as it pushes out.

I groan at the feel of her. I fondle her breasts, letting my palm graze her nipples just barely. Her breathing grows ragged and harsh as I slide my dick back and forth between her thighs.

She tries to sneakily touch her clit, but I’m on her before she can apply any pressure. Locking both her arms above her head with one large hand around her wrists, I bite her shoulder. “That’s two strikes against you, Mrs. Shadow.”

She whimpers as her name rolls off my tongue. We are not married yet. She has not officially taken my name, but she will. There’s no changing that even if she can’t give me the heirs I wanted when I purchased her four months ago. Micha Shadow is mine. If anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll kill them. If she tries to run, I’ll just drag her back.

My free hand roaming around her nipples again, I keep pumping my cock between her wet thighs. She squeezes me as she whimpers and moans. Desperate and needy but still so damn stubborn.

“Tell me who owns your pussy, little monster, and I’ll let you come.”

She sucks in a ragged breath. She tries to tug her arms free as I stroke my fingers across her clit too gently for her to find true pleasure. My grip tightens. My cock quickens, but my finger stays feather-light.

“You better hurry up,” I moan as my pace increases even more, “or I’m going to come between your thighs.”

A strangled noise breaks past her lips. With a defeated groan, she rasps, “Varius.”

My fingers push down on her clit, rewarding her as a smile –

“Men.”

I still, despite my consciousness not having worked it out yet. But then I do. I put it together. I pull my finger out fast.

She giggles.

Actually fucking giggles.

“You think your pussy is owned by various men?” I growl as I flip her over onto her stomach.

She turns her head, a cute little smirk on her lips that quickly spreads into a wide O as I shove inside her pussy in one hard thrust. She cries out, a flash of pain in her eyes. She’s wet, absolutely soaked in both her cum and mine from earlier, but she’s still so damn tight. It’s only been relatively recently that she’s managed to take all eight inches of my thick, girthy cock. She wiggles, trying to get comfortable, but I hold her ass down in both hands as I pull out and ram back into her. I can hit her deeper in this position, and with each thrust, I hit her cervix hard. I lift her hips up just off the mattress and pound into her like I want to rather than in the way she needs.

She digs her hands into the sheets as her cries get louder and louder, and I can feel her body shaking as she hangs on the pinnacle of her release. A roller coaster about to drop.

But she can’t drop.

Can’t come.

She needs outside stimulation.

Which is why her pussy is off the sheets, denying her the chance to grind against them as I rail her hard and fast. My cock is burning, but I don’t give a shit. All my focus is on filling her with my cum until she’s begging for forgiveness.

She reaches a hand down towards her clit, but I release her ass and grab both her arms. Wrestling them behind her back as she whimpers, I lock them together with one hand, then continue to fuck her like I hate her.

“You think your pussy belongs to various men?” I growl as I lift my free hand and slap her ass. A red mark blossoms across her cheek; my jealousy bleeds out in another hard slap. “You think another man gets to enjoy this?” I fuck her so hard, the bed slams into the wall, the headboard cracking the plaster, and white dust rains down on the pillows.

She cries out, shuddering, and I grab her chin and turn her so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed. Tears seep down her cheeks. Her mouth is open in arousal now, not pain, but her brows are pinched in frustration. As turned on as she is, as wet as she’s making my cock, my little monster needs outside stimulation to come.

“I…” She starts, but whatever she was about to say dies on a moan as I release her chin to spank her ass again.

“Hands on the headboard,” I demand, and she instantly obeys, her submission easing a bit of my jealousy.

Good girl, I growl inside my head, but I don’t say it out loud, don’t want to reward her for anything yet. She wants to be a brat, then she can damn well take the consequences.

So I don’t stop, don’t slow down at all as I ram in deep and fast.

Leaning forward, I place two fingers in her mouth. She sucks on them, her tongue and cheeks working hard, and my cock jerks inside of her. When my fingers are fully wet, I pull them out and use them to trace the rim of her ass. “You want multiple men inside you at once?” I growl, and she tenses, already too full with my cock. There’s no space for my finger in her ass, and we both know it. We tried it with a toy much narrower than my dick once, but my little monster is just too small.

“Wait –” She cries out as I shove in. Her ass clenches the tip of my forefinger, trying to stop me, and that gets her another slap across her cheek. I push in deeper, timing my invasion with the withdrawing of my cock, then pulling out as my cock goes in. I work her holes fast and rough until they start to loosen, until I can get in both at once.

She’s screaming and bucking against me, but her hands never leave the headboard.

“Varius, please,” Micha begs, her legs shaking. She’s so damn desperate to come.

My cock jerks inside her, the fresh tattoo she gave me burning with every thrust. But the pain is fucking worth it when my little monster becomes a sobbing mess. Adding a second finger to her ass, I stretch her even further. She cries out, her knuckles going white.

I groan as I orgasm inside her pussy, the tightness just too damn much with that extra finger. I close my eyes, my balls releasing so much cum that it starts to push out the old. It gushes down my balls, and as my cock goes down, I manage to get in that second finger.

I’m breathing hard as I stare at her ass, at the way she’s clenching around my fingers. I’m going to buy her a dildo, a cast of my own cock, and I’m going to fuck her with it while I’m inside her. Then I’ll get a third for her mouth. Various men. Various fucking men.

“How many men own your pussy?” I hiss as I piston my fingers inside her.

She cries out, unable to form words.

“Three?” I push another finger in, causing her to thrash about as she whimpers.

But still her hands don’t come off the headboard; she doesn’t tell me it’s too much.

“Four?”

She slams her right palm against the wood of the bed. Over and over as I work that fourth digit in.

My cock starts to harden, and now I’m really stretching her. I can feel my four fingers on the other side of the wall. There’s no room for more. No room to move.

And now her hands are trying to drag herself forward and off me.

“Don’t you dare,” I hiss as I grab her hip with my other hand. “You wanted various men inside you, then you can damn well take it all.”

She cries out as I start to thrust my fingers up her ass. I can’t push deep, can’t get them in that far, not if I want my cock to stay buried against her cervix.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as she presses her ass into me, getting into the rhythm I’m forcing on her. She squeezes me with both holes, pushing out more cum from her pussy. “I… Just you, Varius.” She squeezes the headboard with both hands as she rocks faster against me. “Only ever you.”

“Damn fucking right.” I slap her ass. “Because you know what will happen if you even flirt with another guy?”

She nods as she pants. Her knuckles turn white. “You’ll kill him,” she breathes.

“And fuck you on his godsdamn corpse.” My cock fully hard again, I pull out and thrust back in. She screams as her entire body shakes. As I fuck her at a speed that puts more holes in the wall.

Growling, I pump my digits inside her. They slide against my cock, felt through the wall between her pussy and ass. I’m owning every part of her body. Filling her up so no one else ever can.

Various fucking men.

Reaching forward with my free hand, I shove my fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them. Licks them.

Without any hands to balance me now, I’m forced to slow my pacing. So I fuck her hard instead of fast. Just the way she likes. Where I pull out slowly, then hesitate before slamming in deep in one smooth move.

She cries out around my fingers, her saliva dripping all down my hand as our mixed cum drips all down my cock. I fuck all her holes until I feel my second orgasm building. She screams my name as I bury my cock all the way inside her pussy and my fingers all the way inside her ass and mouth.

Collapsing against her, I squeeze my eyes shut on a series of growls and groans as my cum shoots free. Fuuuuck. As my entire body shudders with the last of its release, I bite her shoulder, marking her with my teeth. She arches her neck, asking me to do it there. So everyone can see she’s mine.

A low growl vibrates out of my chest as I sink my teeth into the base of her throat. She jerks against me. My tongue swipes against her skin, easing the sharp pain, and she stills on a moan.

My fingers fall from her ass and mouth, but I keep my cock inside her as I press her body down onto the mattress. My eyes close as I start to drift asleep.

She wiggles beneath me, and worried she’s being crushed given how much smaller she is, I roll us onto our sides. My cock stays in her, where it fucking belongs.

“Please,” she begs, the word raw and raspy as she pushes her ass into me. “I need to come.”

Using the hand that was in her mouth, I reach around to cup her pussy. “Who owns this?” I ask.

“Varius fucking Shadow.”

“Good girl,” I breathe against her skin, my lips curling into a cocky smile. I stroke her pussy lips, feeling how wet she is, how much she is actually mine.

“But you’re not to come until morning,” I growl.

As I fall asleep, the last thing I hear is her whimper.

But the last thing I feel is the burn of my cock, the words tatted there:

Property of Micha Shadow