Deadmen's Queen: A dark college reverse harem romance

Chapter Twenty

Islid off Nate, my heart racing with anticipation. I stepped back, standing so he could see all of me, then I reached behind me and pulled down the zipper of my dress. Fabric whispered against my skin, then fell to the floor in a soft heap. I stepped out of the discarded clothing and began to step out of my heels.

“Keep those on,” Nate growled.

Heat flooded through me at the realisation he wasn’t going to stop me, and I stood there, waiting for him. He hesitated a moment, before getting to his feet.

With deliberate movements, Nate drew his white tie slowly from around his neck. His gaze held mine, unflinching, as he folded the silk fabric neatly around his hand.

“Back up,” he directed, voice low. “Put your hands against the bedpost.”

I did as he said, feeling the smooth wooden post between my shoulder blades and pressing against my ass. A memory from early flickered in my mind, and I let it linger. We were banishing ghosts tonight.

Nate”s hands were gentle as he lifted my arms above my head, tying them securely with his tie. The silk bit tightly into my wrists letting me know I wasn”t going anywhere—not that I wanted to.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Good.” Nate stood back, looking at me, his expression unreadable.

“What’s your safe word?” Nate asked.

“Pomegranate,” I whispered back.

He almost smiled, as he let out a huff of amusement. Pomegranate was the fruit Hades has used to trap Persephone in the underworld with him forever.

“You tap out three times with your hand or foot if you can’t speak and it”s too much.” His words were strict but his eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation.

I nodded, my throat tight. The seriousness in his voice grounded me, even as my heart raced with anticipation.

Nate reached for his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops filled the charged silence. He folded it double, and in one fluid motion, struck me across my legs. I gasped at the unexpected sting. He did it again and again, leaving red stripes across my thighs. Each blow got harder, and I whimpered, biting down on my lip. I could tell he wasn’t hitting me with his full force, but it hurt like hell. I writhed against the bedpost, as blow after blow landed, but I refused to use my safe word. After twelve lashes, he stopped.

“Let’s see if you were lying to me,” he said, his voice cold.

He moved closer, sliding the belt around my neck, and fastening on the tightest loop he could without cutting off my air. It was snug, a firm pressure that commanded my attention, yet I could draw breath without struggle.

“Too tight?” he asked, his fingers lingering on the buckle, poised to adjust.

“No... It”s perfect.”

Nate”s gaze held mine, intense and unrelenting, and I knew without a doubt that this was where I wanted to be—in this near darkness, at his mercy, my body aching for whatever came next. He reached up, pulling the belt one notch tighter, restricting my air flow.

I focused on keeping my breathing steady as he stepped back, and watched as he began to unbutton his shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the hard inked planes of his chest, vines and skulls and roses concealing his scars. How many scars were from his father, I wondered. He let the shirt fall to the floor and then his trousers and boxers followed. I licked my lips as he stood before me, naked and powerful, a statue of muscle and sinew.

Nate went to step forward, then he paused, his eyes flitting sideways to the mattress.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely escaping my throat.

He paused, his eyes scanning the shadows that clung to the corners of the room.

“It”s strange...” His voice was low, almost lost. “Being naked in this room and not afraid.”

My breath hitched at the admission, the vulnerability that flickered across his face like a shadow.

“Paige.” There was a tremor in his tone, a hint that his iron control was failing. “I need you to understand, this is who I am.”

I nodded.

“Show me who you are, Nate,” I said. “Don’t hold back.”

Nate”s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, dark pools reflecting a hunger that matched my own. He moved closer to me, and I felt his hard cock crush against my thigh. My core tightened in anticipation.

He leaned in close, trailing his fingers down over my stomach, his breath a hot whisper against my skin. “I’m going to be rough.”

He moved around me, and grabbed my legs, forcing them apart. Before I could react, one thick finger pushed into me, and a sharp sting lanced through the pleasure. But it was good and I moaned.

“More,” I gasped.

Nate didn”t hesitate. Another finger joined the first, stretching me further. My nails dug into the wooden bedpost, anchoring me as he moved within me. His fingers were unyielding, demanding, and with each thrust, the pain melted into raw, addictive pleasure.

“Fuck, you”re so wet,” he growled, his voice strangled with desire. “How can you be so wet when I hurt you?”

“Maybe I’m a monster too,” I managed to gasp, my world narrowing down to the relentless rhythm of his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed against my skin, his breath hot and heavy with desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Paige.” I moaned at his words, and then cried out as he added a third finger. He pushed it inside hard, not waiting for me to stretch around him and my pussy burned with the pain of it. Wetness crept down my thighs as his thrusts turned brutal, his fingers fucking me hard and fast. The pleasure was intoxicating as I got slicker with each harsh thrust.

His movements became faster, more intense. The sound of my high-pitched moans spurred him on. He added another finger, fucking me roughly and I tried to squirm away from his touch. His free hand slapped across my face as he thrust deeper, and I screamed out his name as I shattered into pieces. The orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave, my wrists pulling against the restraints as my body bucked under the intensity of it. My cries echoed in the near darkness, a primal sound that seemed to feed his own hunger.

“Beautiful,” Nate growled. “So fucking beautiful.”

His fingers slipped from me, slick with my arousal. The air felt cold where he left me empty, and I already craved his touch again. He reached up, untying my wrists from the post, then turning me away from him, pressing me against the post as he retied my hands behind my back. He leaned forward and I felt the pressure of his cock press against my ass, making my legs shake with my need for him. His lips trailed along my shoulder, and then he bit down hard, sinking his teeth into my flesh. I cried out, and he turned me around to face him. A trickle of blood ran down over my breast and Nate growled, lowering his mouth to lick it up, sucking hard on my nipple. I whimpered, pushing my breast further into his mouth and his teeth grazed over my sensitive flesh. He pulled away and rough hands clamped down on my shoulders forcing me to my knees.

“Look at me,” Nate commanded.

I raised my eyes, and the sight of him stole my breath. Raw power radiated from his naked form, every muscle taut with barely restrained desire.

“Open your mouth.” His voice was gravel, low and urgent.

I complied, parting my lips as he took hold of the leather belt he”d looped around my neck earlier. With a swift movement, he fed his length into my waiting mouth. The belt tightened, not enough to choke, but enough to remind me who was in control.

“Take it all,” he ordered.

I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, the taste of him flooding my senses. Instinctively, I tried to pull back, but the belt held me firm. He watched me, his gaze intense, as he began to thrust.

“Good girl,” he murmured between gritted teeth.

The belt constricted with each forward motion, each retreat allowing me a gasp of air. Panic fluttered in my chest, but the dark thrill of it all pushed me onward. I wanted to please him, to be the source of his unravelling.

“Keep going,” Nate growled. “More. Take more.” He held me still, pushing his cock deeper, and I gagged around it, concentrating on breathing through my nose. Tears ran down my face as he thrust into me, my head spun with the lack of air. He allowed me just enough to keep me conscious. I focused on the rhythm he set, the sound of his ragged breathing syncing with the pulse that roared in my ears. He was relentless, each push deeper than the last, and I surrendered to the demand of his body.

“Paige,” he said, his voice breaking. I raise my eyes to look up at him, barely able to move with my mouth stuffed so full. “You”re so fucking perfect,” he breathed out. “Just like this.”

I kept my eyes fixed on his as he fucked my mouth harder, using me for his own pleasure and I could feel the tension coiling within him, the impending release that drove him to seek even greater depths. This was raw need, savage and unapologetic.

His hand made contact with my face, a sharp sting that radiated heat across my skin. Cheeks flushed pink from the slap, a bloom of pain that fed the fire within me.

“Ah!” I cried, the sound muffled by him still inside my mouth. Heat bloomed between my legs and I pressed my thighs together, desperate for any friction I could find. He hit me again and I whimpered, fresh tears running down my face.

“Fuck,” Nate hissed. The intensity in his eyes flared like dark stars. He pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and wanting.

“Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Do it again,” I said before sliding my mouth back over his cock, grazing it with my teeth.

“Fuck, Paige, how are you so fucking perfect,” he asked, before I felt the impact of his hand again. He thrust hard and fast, and then pulled away again, making me fall forward. He caught me by the hair, dragging me up to my feet.

“You’re going to make me come, and I want to fuck you first,” he growled.

“Please,” I begged, my need raw and unashamed.

“Christ, Paige.” Nate”s grip was firm, his fingers wrapping around my chin. He forced me to look up at him, the depths of his eyes almost devouring. My cheeks were wet—streaks of mascara and tears mingling in a chaotic dance.

“Never,” he uttered, his voice low and rough, “have you ever been more beautiful.”

“Please, Nate,” I whispered. “I need your cock inside me.” I did. I was aching for him, desperate to be filled by him, for him to fuck away the demons in my head like I knew only he could.

He pulled me up with the belt, turning me around as I stood unsteadily on shaking legs. With one swift movement, he pushed me down onto the mattress, my cheek pressed against the heavily embroidered bedspread. His feet kicked my legs out, spreading them wide, and I moaned as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy.

“Last chance,” Nate”s voice came from behind me, rough with desire. “Tell me now if you want to stop. Because once I start... I can”t be gentle, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I”ve waited too long for this, Paige.”

Despite the fear that tingles up my spine, desire pooled low in my belly. There was no turning back, not now, not with the way my heart raced at the thought of him losing control.

“Please,” the word fell from my lips like a prayer, “I don”t want gentle. I want you to tear me apart, Nate.”

“Say it. What do you want?”

“Your cock,” I gasped out as it rubbed over me so close to where I needed it. “I need it, Nate. Now.”

His hand came down hard on my flesh, the sound echoing off the walls. Again and again until tears blurred my vision and my skin burned with each strike.

“I love seeing my marks on your body,” he growled, his voice. “One day I want to mark you permanently, so everyone knows you”re mine.”

His hand came down again and I cried out, my body trembling under the impact, but the pain twisted into something else—something that ignited a fire within me.

“More,” I whispered between sobs, lost in the intensity of sensation.

The pain overtook me as he struck me again and again, my desire heating inside of me, dark and twisted, rising to meet his, and then when I thought I could take any more, his hands gripped my hips and he slammed into me with one thrust.

I screamed at the sudden brutal invasion, but he didn’t stop, his need as raw and relentless as mine. His hand flashed out, pressing my face down into the covers, muffling my scream.

“Quiet,” he snapped.

The room spun, my senses overwhelmed. The only reality was him—the strength of his body, the power in his thrusts. He moved slowly at first, finally letting me stretch to accommodate his size, one hand on my hip, the other splayed across my back, pinning me down.

“That’s it,” he grunted as he pushed deeper. I gasped as he finally bottomed out, then pulled back and slammed back into me. “Take my cock, take it all.”

And I did. I took every inch of him deep inside, like I was made for him. He drew back again, then pounded back inside, a slow, relentless rhythm that shook my whole body under the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he cursed, bringing his hand down hard on my ass. I cried out, the sting of his palm sending sparks of heat down to the place where our bodies were joined

The belt cinched around my throat as he reached forward, grabbing it, using it to yank me back harder.

“Nate, I need you,” I gasped, the words barely escaping as he drove into me from behind.

“Say it again,” he growled.

“I need you so badly, Nate,” I repeated, louder this time, my own voice sounding foreign, filled with a primal hunger. “I need your cock. Harder…”

“Fuck.” He lost himself then, his movements becoming more frenzied, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. His skin slapped against mine, the sound echoing in the vastness of the room. It was raw, unfiltered passion that knew no boundaries, no limits.

“Harder,” I begged, tears running down my face, my lungs struggling for air as the exquisite pressure built within me. He drove into me over and over again, each thrust more ruthless than the last.

Desperate sobs writhed in my throat, grappling for release but met with resistance; an unbearable tension wound up inside me and coiled around every nerve. Nate leaned down towards me, his bare chest pressing against the sticky heat of my back.

“You want more?” He gritted out. I could only whimper in reply, consumed by a wild need that defied words. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. There was only him. In this moment, he was my entire world, my heaven, my hell.

His hand slithered down my flank and reached between my legs, fingers brushing over the sensitive nub there once, twice, before applying steady pressure.

My cry reverberated through the room as he worked me mercilessly with his fingers, driving his cock deeper within me with each thrust until I was writhing beneath him; whimpering, pleading, coming apart under his touch. My climax shattered every coherent thought in my mind as it coursed through me like wildfire on dry kindling; burning everything in its wake.

I writhed beneath him, crying out his name, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He leaned over me, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder.

“No more words,” he growled into my ear, “I want to hear you scream.”

I did. Screaming, crying, begging for more as he drove me further into this erotic darkness. My breaths came in frantic gasps as the pleasure became too overwhelming, driving me over the edge once again.

Nate”s hand pulled tighter on the belt, and my cries turned into silent gasps.

“Please,” I choked out, my vision beginning to blur at the edges. The world narrowed to this singular moment—the overwhelming sensation of being utterly consumed by him. Darkness crept into my vision, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain—or perhaps they were one and the same.

The pleasure, the pain, the darkness that filled my vision - they merged together, creating an intoxicating cocktail that had me teetering on the edge of consciousness. Yet even as I plummeted into this abyss, part of me yearned for more - yearned for him.

His body pounded against mine, and his fingers dug into my hips, bruising my skin. I didn’t care. I wanted his marks on me, I wanted to be his, to be sucked down into the darkness with him. I wavered in and out of consciousness, his cock my only grip on reality.

Each movement jolted through me, a mix of pleasure and pain that blurred into a heady sensation I craved. It was harsh, it was raw—it was what I needed.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” he muttered. “So beautiful... how you take my cock…”

His hands roamed over my body, possessive and demanding, as if he needed to affirm that every inch of me was his. And in those moments, I was. Entirely his. My own darkness mirrored his desires, in the way he wielded pleasure like a weapon, sharp and exquisite. My vision darkened as my legs gave way under me. I was suffocating. I was going to die while he fucked me into oblivion. And I really didn’t fucking care.

“Mine,” he growled out. His whole body shuddered against mine as he rode out his climax, his grip on my hips bruising. He grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and his primal roar echoed through the room. He drove into me one last time before releasing himself inside of me, filling me with his cum, as I sank down into darkness.

Then the pressure vanished from my neck and air flooded into my lungs, sweet and cool. I coughed, sputtering back to consciousness. Nate”s hands were on me, his fingers pressed beneath my jawline, at the pulse thrumming wildly. I lay on my side, my hands free, and he was curled behind me, his cock still buried in my pussy.

“Paige?” His voice was tight with panic. “Breathe for me.”

I dragged in a ragged breath, felt the room swim back into focus. The four-poster bed loomed above us, shadows dancing across the ornate wood. The near darkness of the room enveloped us, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“Good girl,” Nate whispered, relief lacing his words. His fingers pulled an errant curl away from my face, a strangely tender gesture from the man who had just fucked me so hard I passed out.

“Are you okay? You didn’t use your safe word.”

It took me a moment to find my voice and the words after what we just went through together. When I finally forced out my words, the only thing I could think of to say had him pulling me closer, burying his head in my hair, as his arms tightened around me.

“I love you, Nate.”