57
EVIE
K ylo carried me to a bed. With the snap of his fingers, the room filled with low lighting. Once he had me on my back, his shadows made quick work of spreading and binding my legs and tying my wrists to the headboard.
He moved between my legs. His lips were unreadable, his mask void of emotion. I had no idea what was coming.
“You want me to play with your clit, baby?”
I nodded. Gods, yes. “Please.”
Kylo lifted a hand, but it soon came down as a light slap against my sensitive nerves.
I made a startled yelp.
“Not. What. I. Meant,” I hissed.
“No?” Kylo asked mockingly.
His hand came down again, and I cried out, struggling against the shadows that only pulled my thighs further apart. The pain was electric, moving through my body like a streak of lightning.
He slapped my inner thigh next, and each bite of pain sent me deeper into a delicious headspace that had me melting into the bed.
“Who owns these?” Kylo asked, his voice a low rumble. A shadow skated over my pussy and then my ass, teasing each entrance as I shuddered.
“You.”
Kylo spit, and I tensed as his fingers massaged the liquid against my ass.
“Please,” I begged, so aroused and denied now that I was half-convinced my clit might spontaneously fall off. “Please, can I come?”
The shadow solidified and slowly plunged inside my ass. I gasped at the sudden fullness, the low discomfort that shifted decidedly into desperate neediness.
Instead, Kylo shoved my legs higher and impaled me with his cock. I had no idea what startled noise escaped my lips, only that the fullness was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
Kylo chuckled. “You begged for this, remember? Did you want me to claim my perfect little holes in front of the entire dungeon? While you were bound and helpless in that pretty pink rope, displayed for all to see?”
He gripped my face between his broad fingers, smiling cruelly.
His hips rocked, the shadow pumped, and I realized I didn’t really need him to play with my clit or feed from me for me to come.
My eyes rolled back as Kylo used me, filling me to the brim as his shadows held me in place, bared before him and entirely at his mercy. My pussy clenched around him as I reached immeasurable heights of intensity.
His grip on my face tightened as I moaned. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He slapped one of my breasts and then cruelly pinched one of my nipples. “Not until I give you permission, slut.”
I gasped, my heart hammering. “Are the degrading names and tit torture supposed to make me less likely to come?”
Kylo stopped thrusting, going still and staring down at me as if I’d caught him off guard.
He let out a bark of surprised laughter. “Well, listen to that filthy mouth. Such a good little whore for me, letting your jealous God corrupt you with his darkness.” He stroked my cheek. “This pretty face would be such a good canvas to paint with my cum, hmm?”
Okay, now he was just goading me into breaking his rule.
I whimpered, my stomach tightening as I tried everything in my power to stop the cresting waves of pleasure.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, please, please.”
I hardly recognized my own breathy, desperate voice.
“Please, Kylo,” I whined.
The shadow inside my ass expanded slightly, and I choked on a trembling cry. My legs were shaking beneath the bondage. My pussy was spasming, my chest rising and falling rapidly. All the while, Kylo smiled down at me, his eyes covered by churning darkness. He played with another nipple, and I started to scream.
My reins of control were slipping fast, and it was unbearable to keep this violent, cresting orgasm at bay—this tsunami of desire that had been building for hours now.
“Please!”
Kylo laughed. “Hush, angel. You may come.”
I was half-convinced the orgasm that tore through my body might kill me. Kylo’s mask fell completely away as his lips captured mine, stealing my moans as I shook violently. The release was impossibly long and unrelenting, and I felt Kylo empty himself inside me as I writhed beneath him.
On another plane of existence and still riding the aftershocks of my release, I was delirious when Kylo pulled out of me, removed all shadow bindings, stuck two fingers inside my pussy and then forced them inside my mouth.
I swirled my tongue against the salty, tangy mixture.
“That’s a good girl. Taste us ,” he purred. “While I taste you .”
His fangs dug into the curve of my breast, just above my nipple. He pulled my essence inside him with a kind of shaky restraint I could feel through our bond.
My body flooded with sudden ecstasy. I sighed contentedly, his fingers still in my mouth.
When he peeled himself off me, clotting the bite with his saliva—I could see it in his eyes. The utter frenzy, flirting with the edge of dangerous.
He shook his head with a curse. “You have no idea what our games have done to your already maddening blood,” he hissed, slowly drawing his fingers out of my mouth. “A lesser man would’ve killed you at first taste.”
“A comforting thought,” I murmured. His venom radiated outward, infecting me with decadent pleasure.
“Angel, I’m not sure addicted covers how fucking obsessed I am with you,” he said, his voice raw and quivering with intensity. “You have me downright consumed . In a way that should terrify the both of us. And, likely, the entire realm.”
I stared up into those blue depths. Masked Kylo was sexy, but I was ready to stare into his soul for the rest of the night.
“I’m not scared,” I said.
Kylo grinned. “Neither am I.”
He brushed his lips against mine before moving down between my legs. He drew my aching, sensitive clit into his mouth. I squirmed, but he gripped my thighs as he devoured me, forcing my depleted nerves to take even more pleasure.
“Good baby,” he praised as I melted against his mouth. The hum of his voice was a soothing balm against my skin.
My eyes flew back open the moment his fangs came down above my pussy, near my womb. As the venom coursed through me, I relaxed again, my eyes fluttering as the shock of pleasure engulfed my core.
He didn’t even have to touch me for me to come again, in a less violent way this time. Yet the soothing, satisfying sensation lasted for what felt like an eternity.
I stayed locked inside an endless orgasm so long as Kylo was feeding.
He was pained when he finally pulled away and clotted this second bite, his eyes swimming with a mix of hunger and satisfaction as he stared down at my melted, pliable body.
“You’re too perfect to exist,” he whispered.
“No, you.” I giggled.
His intense eyes warmed at the sound. “You better not giggle around anyone else for the rest of our existence, okay, baby? That noise is only for me.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I slurred, drunk off pleasure as I reached for him.
He rolled his eyes, brushing his lips across my knuckles before pushing my wrists above my head.
“I’m going to take my time marking my property, now, little one,” he said softly. “And you’re going to say thank you for each bite, like the good girl you are.”
I nodded, grateful to finally be back in his good graces. Even if I knew on some level, it had always been a game.
Kylo bit one of my thighs, and I inhaled sharply before whispering, thank you.
We repeated the process on my second thigh, then up higher, on my stomach again. On my chest. He bit me everywhere that could be easily covered, and my body continued to drown under wave after wave of pleasure.
He checked my eyes as I mumbled my final thank you.
“That’s all for tonight. I’m going to take you home and take care of you now, okay?”
I nodded with a smile.
Kylo seemed to be studying his handiwork, his eyes molten as they roamed my body. His lips curved with satisfaction.
At a sharp pounding at the door, his eyes bloomed with irritation.
“Not currently available,” he called.
The harsh pounding didn’t cease.
If I was fully aware and capable of it, I might’ve grown worried at the sight of Kylo’s concern and confusion.
The way that someone was ignoring the clan leader of the Masked Order’s command without a hint of fear or hesitation.
Kylo disappeared for a moment, dressing himself before helping me off the bed and back into my dress.
I gripped his arm as a wave of vertigo hit me, the blood loss and pleasure overload clearly making me woozy.
“Sit down on the bed and don’t move,” Kylo said. “I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed my shoes and did as Kylo instructed. Kylo made sure I was okay before heading to the front door, where someone continued to slam their fist erratically.
I wasn’t sure what it was inside me that knew I needed to slip on my shoes, but it was an intuition stronger than the haze of vampire venom and sexual submission.
Though my heart beat slowly, it was starting to thump hard, in a way that had my chest tightening uncomfortably.
When Kylo opened the door, it was Harmony who stood on the other side. Her face was streaked with tears, her mouth twisted with horror, her eyes panicked and raw. She was utterly frozen for a moment, unable to find the right words.
She mouthed something, or perhaps whispered it, but I couldn’t make out the word.
All I knew was that Kylo had gone utterly stiff, his power thrumming in a low warning.
I had just promised him I would listen, to be good for him, and yet I stood up from the bed immediately.
I couldn’t help but follow them, my heart slamming against my ribs, lightheaded and disoriented.
Down the hall, Blade and two more turned stood. Blade’s face was similarly shocked and crestfallen in a way that twisted my stomach into knots.
“You don’t have to—” Harmony started.
“Of course I do,” Kylo said, something wrathful trembling in his voice that made even the walls shake.
When he opened the door to their left, Harmony shut her eyes and sobbed. Blade quickly wrapped her in a hug as she cried into his chest. He stood stoic, rigid.
Kylo didn’t notice me creeping behind him as he entered the room, but Blade did. He shook his head, putting out a hand to stop me as I reached the door that was open just a crack.
Darkness and pain slammed into me from within the room, making my eyes prick on instinct, nausea rushing through me in waves.
“Evie, don’t,” Blade said sternly, his voice cracking. “You don’t need to see that.”
A feral, bloodcurdling bellow shook the entire dungeon. It made my blood run cold.
I saw a vision of The Tower, the men falling to the scorched earth, and I nearly collapsed on the spot.
“ How the fuck did this happen? ” Kylo yelled.
His voice was inhuman, nearly unrecognizable. Thick darkness bled from the room and out into the hall.
“He needs me,” I heard myself whisper.
I moved only on instinct now. I was led by something higher, the part of me who already knew what she was about to see— who connected all the dots between my visions, the cards, those damned whispers, the guidance from my spiritual allies—every moment that had led me to this one, right now.
Blade’s bark of an order made me jump, but it didn’t deter me. When he reached for me, I let my power deliver a harmless zap to his palm. He hissed and pulled back.
I snuck through the door.
Screaming shadows swept through the room in dark gusts of wind. The scent of death and blood assailed my nostrils.
Kylo stood, his back to me, with his fists clenched.
Beyond him, Princeton hung from the wall. Daggers impaled each of his limbs. Another was lodged in his heart. His eyes were carved from his skull, and his lips had been slashed at the corners to mimic a demented, bloody smile.