Chapter 8
LUELLA
M y hands are trembling. I could stop this now, turn back and put an end to all of this. Go back to the normality. Part of me wants to, fucking badly.
Fuck!
No, I want this. I want him . I’m willing to give myself to him fully, no matter the cost. I want to try and coax the man from the monster, to make him see what he could be, what he’s worthy of being. I won’t let Xavier claim another victim. Colton is brutal, but I love that about him.
I suck in a sharp breath. I love that about him, because maybe, in my twisted way, I love him, monster and all.
It’s time to tease the beast.
There’s no turning back now.
I smirk, knowing this is exactly what I want. Fuck your Prince Charming on a white horse, I want the monster with a black rose dripping blood from his teeth.
I know he’s watching .
I can feel his eyes on me, that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. It’s a sensation I’ve come to crave, a dark thrill that sets my body alight.
I walk down the street, my heels clicking on the asphalt as I swing my hips. Letting him know I mean business. I’m wearing a short, tight dress with a long blazer over to keep me from getting cold. I’ve bypassed the underwear, and if he was watching me get ready, he’ll know that.
My heart thumps in my chest as I approach the bar, tugging open the door before striding inside. I have zero issues walking into a bar alone, but I know I’m not alone. He’s watching me, guaranteed. I make my way to the bar, slipping my blazer off as the few men in the bar look my way.
I smile, focusing on the bartender as I cross my legs, my dress hitching up my thigh as I do. He smiles, and I feel nothing. He’s cute, I guess, but this girl doesn’t do cute. He’s got a neck tattoo, though, so that makes him a little edgy, right? He’s got a nice body, but it’s nothing compared to Colton’s.
My cheeks flame, and I bite my lip, praying Colton doesn’t see. He always had a thing about me biting my lip. I want to tease him, not send him into a rage.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks, placing a beer mat before me.
“Martini, please.” I smile widely and throw my hair over my shoulder, gazing at him.
“Are you new around here?” he asks, right on cue, watching me as he makes my drink.
“I guess I am,” I reply with a flutter of my lashes.
“Welcome to town…” He lifts a brow at me, and I laugh, deep and throaty. Enough to tell this guy I’m interested.
Sorry, bartender man, I’m really not .
A challenge. A taunt. I know what this will do to him. I know the effect it will have.
He places my drink in front of me, and I reach into my bag to grab my purse when a hand stops me. The air shifts, suddenly dark and heavy.
My ears ring when I follow the hand to the forearm, and a shiver zips through me. My pulse races when another hand throws a bill in the bartender’s direction, a growl escaping the owner’s lips.
“I’m also new in town.”
I can’t breathe. I thought he would take longer to get here, but no, here he is, Colton fucking Blackwood in all his glory. I allow my gaze to sweep up his muscular arms, taking in the tight black shirt he’s wearing. The sleeves are roughly pushed up, and every vein on his body seems to pop in fury. But then my breath hitches as my eyes slide over his strong jawline, the way he’s clenching it so hard, it looks like it might break, to his steely grey eyes that swirl with the darkness that exudes from his very pores. He’s frightening, terrifying, and I swallow, wondering if I’ve made a terrible mistake. His dark curls frame his face as he glares at the bartender who hurries away to serve someone else, before he turns to me.
“What the fuck was that?” he speaks through gritted teeth, and it’s like no one else exists.
“Hello to you too,” I say sweetly, trembling as I reach for my drink. I sip it slowly, my eyes locked on him the entire time. “I’m just trying to move on.”
He’s indescribably beautiful when he’s angry. The vein in his temple throbs so hard, he winces, moving closer to me so he can growl, “Move on? From me, Luella? You know that’s never going to happen.”
My black heart sings at his words, and I can’t help the smile that curves on my lips as I respond, “Really? I thought you had forgotten all about me.”
Colton’s hand grips my arm, pulling me out of my seat, his possessiveness flaring in his eyes. I barely have time to flash a reassuring smile at the panic-stricken bartender before he drags me out of the bar and into the night, the tension between us electric.
He doesn’t speak to me as he drags me along after him, and all I can do is salivate at the state of his back in that fucking shirt, my pussy weeping at the thought of seeing him naked.
I need more than therapy. I’m thriving on fucking fear here!
I try to keep up with him, but I continue stumbling, cursing as my knee crashes into the railing near my apartment. He stops, and I slam into him, letting out a little surprised squeak when he swoops down and pulls me into his arms.
Fucking swoon.
“You can’t even walk in those fucking things,” he mutters, making his way to my apartment. Of course, he knows where he’s going.
I glance down at my heels and shrug. “They look pretty.”
“Pretty when they’re all you’re wearing.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip without thinking, and then his gaze darkens.
We barely make it into my apartment before he presses me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine, his hands rough but thrillingly familiar as they stake their claim.
I hold his face, our tongues fighting for dominance as we groan and claw at each other’s clothes.
“You fucking left me.”
Colton grabs me by the throat and pins me to the wall, my chest heaving. His lower lip is bleeding, probably from my harsh kisses, but I don’t care. I just want him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as his eyes narrow. He knows I don’t apologize to anyone. Ever .
“Oh, that’s okay then,” Colton remarks with a grin that sends chills down my spine.
Is he going to kill me after all? If he is, please let him fuck me first.
My heart leaps into my throat when he tightens his grip on my neck, his eyes scanning mine. I swallow, air tightening in my throat as I struggle to breathe, but I’m too lost in the pain in his eyes to care.
“Colton,” I whisper, as black dots fill my vision.
His body trembles with barely contained rage and desire. I can see the pupils dilating with each ragged breath he takes. The sight of him, angry and dangerous, sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me.
I want him to hold me down and fuck me wearing nothing but that expression.
He pulls me towards him, his grip loosening a fraction on my throat. A scream escapes me, but it’s not from fear. It’s from the rush, the adrenaline, the sheer exhilaration of the moment.
His hands pin my wrists above my head. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his familiar breath hot on my face. I want to inhale him.
“You think you can tease me?” he growls, his voice a low rumble. “You think you can play with me?”
I smirk up at him, my body writhing beneath his. “I like games,” I taunt, my voice barely a whisper.
He’s here, he’s fucking here with me!
My body craves him so badly, I arch against him, needing his touch.
He makes a sound deep in his chest, a mix between a groan and a growl. He releases one of my wrists, his hand trailing down my body, his fingers shoving into me, curling expertly. I gasp, my body arching into his touch.
“Games, Luella?”
Oh my God, that voice.
“You fucking left me.”
I did.
“Are you going to punish me?” I gasp with delight as he stops, stiffening against me.
“ That’s what you want, Luella?” My body convulses when he says my name, his other fingers moving beneath my dress, dancing up my bare thigh. “Is that why you bypassed the panties, hmm? Or did you want that small town freak fucking you tonight?”
He finger fucks me so expertly, I let out a desperate moan at the intimate contact. He makes me want him so fucking much. I’m throbbing, my walls clenching around him as he stares down at me. I can barely keep myself straight against the wall, my body slumping against it with each expert thrust.
“I wanted you,” I breathe, becoming undone beneath his fingers. “Always you.”
He knows my body, knows what I like, what I need. He manipulates me with elite precision, his fingers playing me like an instrument. I can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in my core.
“You’re not allowed to come,” he tells me, his voice harsh, his eyes burning into mine. “If you fucking come, I’m going to destroy you.”
I feel delirious, like I’m about to explode, but I need to play his game. He’s edging me on, but I can’t give in. I can’t. The world narrows down to just the two of us, our ragged breaths, our pounding hearts, and the electrifying connection that binds us.
“Tell me who owns you,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “Tell me who makes you feel like this.”
A small, defiant part of me wants to resist, to maintain some semblance of control. But I’m lost in the sensation, lost in him.
“You do,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “Only you, Colton.”
His fingers work their magic, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then they’re gone, and he’s off me in seconds. I slump to the floor and gaze up at him as he shoves down his pants, pointing at his throbbing dick. My tongue laps at my lips hungrily, the darkness within me finally coming up for air.
“You know what to do.”
My God.
I lick the salty tip and moan, my eyes rolling in my head. Then he shoves into my mouth, clutching my hair in one hand as he stares down at me.
“That’s where you fucking belong. On my dick.”
His filthy mouth is doing things to me, which isn’t entirely helpful right now. I clamp my legs shut, forcing the throbbing need within me to calm the fuck down. I take him fully in my mouth and he curses, thrusting in and out, not taking his eyes off me for a second. His dick stiffens, and I prepare myself, widening my mouth as much as I can so he can come deep in my throat.
But he pulls out, dragging me into my bedroom before throwing me onto the bed. He shoves my legs apart, forcing my dress to hitch around my waist.
“Such a needy cunt, Luella.”
I’m trembling, my fingers reaching down to stroke my clit, needing my release so badly, I could cry.
He smacks my fingers away and uses his own, plunging into my wetness before stroking it over my swollen nub.
“My murderess is so fucking beautiful.”
A mewl leaves my lips, and my body arches as he praises me.
“You did so good at Blackwood, baby. I love seeing you covered in blood.”
My God, I can’t stop this. I try, panting and tensing my entire body as he chuckles.
“You only come when I say.”
I’m a mess as he begins to finger fuck me, his thumb pressing down hard on my clit, stemming the orgasm that’s screaming to be released.
“Have you missed me, Luella?” he rasps, lining his dick up against my entrance.
“Please…”
His hand, still slick with my juices, wraps around my throat as he yanks me onto him, his dick slamming into me with such force, I let out a hiss.
“Oh, you have missed me.” Colton thrusts into me, tightening his grip on my throat as I struggle to breathe. “Nearly there, Luella, then you can come around my dick.”
Nearly. Black spots fill my vision as he tightens his grip, and all I can think of is if this is the end, if this is how I die; I’m here for it. My body spasms beneath his weight, his breath hot against my face as he watches me lose control.
“Now.”
The room spins as I surrender to the inevitable, to the explosion of pleasure that tears through me like a wildfire. He releases my throat, and I gulp at the air, my hands flailing as my orgasm wreaks havoc on my body.
“Colton!” My moans echo through the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me gasping for breath and clinging to him. As the last waves of pleasure wash over me, he leans down, so his lips can claim mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. It’s a vow. A reminder that no matter how far I run, no matter how much I tease, I’m his. And he's mine.
He holds me tightly, his breathing ragged against my ear. We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, the world slowly coming back into focus. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he pulls away, his absence leaving me feeling cold and exposed.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable. “You didn’t deserve that, Luella,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “But then, when could I ever refuse you? Even now, after everything.”
“Colton,” I squeak out, my vision still blurry and my throat aching. “Wait!”
But he doesn’t. He turns and walks out of the room, leaving me breathless and trembling in the aftermath of our encounter. The room feels empty without him, and I’m left with nothing but the echo of his touch and the lingering scent of his cologne.
I curl up on the bed, my body still humming with pleasure, but my mind is racing. This game we’re playing is dangerous, thrilling, and intoxicating, but it’s also a curse. We’re both walking a fine line between passion and pain, between control and surrender.
And in that moment, I realize that I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because this, this darkness, this danger, this is what I crave. This is what I need. This is who we are.