Thirty-Three
T hat evening, I stood in a silk robe and nothing else while I waited for Vince to return.
Outside, it was dusk, only a deep pink lingering above the tree line, near blood-red. The house was quiet, and I hadn’t seen anyone since my talk with Sinclair. My dinner had been laid out on the tea table before I had made my way into the room, and I ate alone, only the soft breeze from the open window to accompany me.
But I still felt unsettled, something not sitting right within me.
Sinclair’s apprehension didn’t sit well. And neither did the fact that Vince had been orchestrating our reunion for the better part of a year. He could have just found me—gone to a dinner party himself one evening while I was off in the city—and it would have been just as joyous. I still would’ve understood his absence, his change .
But involving others, playing this game of secrets—there was a nagging voice in the back of my mind, the words all jumbled up together, but warning me just the same.
Maybe Dixon’s fear had some truth to it.
When the bedroom door opened, I was facing the window with my hands on my hips. I didn’t even have time to turn around before his arms wound around my waist, having crossed the room in less than a second.
“You’re waiting for me?” he asked, sounding amused, as his lips found my ear.
My hands found his, linking our fingers. “What else is there to do?”
He hummed. “Perhaps I’ll take you out on the Sound tomorrow.”
Like a pet, needing to be entertained and placated all day.
I turned in his arms. He was grinning down at me, his dark red hair slicked back, still wearing his jacket. He peppered my cheek, my neck with kisses.
Sighing, I pulled away, bracing my hands on his arms. “I need to speak to you.”
“Of course,” he said, separating himself from me just enough to bring me toward the bed. “Anything.”
I sat upon the duvet, the robe falling open at my hips. He pretended not to notice, slipping off his jacket and loosening his tie.
I had worked myself up in my mind, waiting for him. There was a flutter in my belly, nervous to say the words. I bit my lip. “Where do you get your money? ”
He looked at me and laughed, relieved. “My money?” Throwing the tie toward the couch, it landed on the floor in a heap, along with his jacket and shoes. “I earned it.” He shrugged. “Does it matter?”
I sat back on my elbows. “How?”
He paused and looked at me, his good humor fading away into seriousness, realizing that I was serious. Perhaps it hadn’t crossed his mind that I’d ask these questions, but I was growing tired of being left in the dark.
He stood straight, his hands going to his belt. “Perks of having an insanely wealthy Sire, I suppose.” He discarded his belt and trousers, left only in his underwear. He put his knee on the bed, his eyes flashing when they landed on the loose tie of my robe.
“Your Sire… gives you money?”
His throat slid, his gaze flicking back up to me. “In so many words.”
I fell back, letting my head fall into the plush pillows.
He was dodging the truth. I knew it. Did he avoid speaking about it because it was painful? He had said he wouldn’t be able to tell me everything at once—but I had to pry these answers from him, eventually.
The bed dipped as he crawled over me. When I opened my eyes, he was caging me against the mattress, a knee spreading my thighs, his strong arms on either side of my head. He searched my face, as though he could find lies to recite there.
“I just want to know,” I breathed, reaching up to curl my fingers at his sides. “You are so different—I just need to understand.”
After a moment, he leant down and pressed his lips to mine, warm and soft. He kissed me gently, his fingers brushing through my hair, just as he used to when we were teenagers. When he was Adam . I felt myself melting, falling under the spell of his fingers.
He pulled away. “I will tell you everything,” he murmured, his mouth trailing to my neck. His warm breath sent shivers through me, my skin lighting up under his touch. His lips pressed gentle kisses against my pulse, up to my ear, nipping at my lobe, before softly biting at my collarbones. I craned my neck back, giving him full access to my throat, my mouth falling open.
My conversation with Sinclair was forgotten as soon as Vince’s fingers slid under my ass, exposed by the open robe, and pulled me to him, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt him grow hard through his underwear, felt myself ready for him, the spot between my thighs growing slick with need.
He drove me wild with his mouth, his hands sliding down my sides, his mouth trailing between my breasts. His tongue found my nipple, stoking pleasure there only enough to make me squirm. I gasped, a hum of approval rumbling in his chest before he moved lower, his teeth brushing against my navel, the sharp points sending illicit thrills through my core.
He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” I managed to say between breaths. My back arched off the bed as he trailed his tongue from my hip to my sternum.
“Of course not,” he mumbled, continuing his ministrations.
His eyes darkened, meeting mine only briefly before he pushed the robe completely open, the silk cascading to either side of my body. I was completely exposed, my skin pebbling in the cool air, my nipples hard after his touches. He gazed down at me, a hunger taking over, eyes raking over my body appreciatively. His arousal strained against the flimsy fabric. He palmed himself, grinning.
“You look absolutely delicious,” he purred, using his knees to push my legs further apart.
My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths already. Every particle in my body tingled with anticipation.
“Then eat me,” I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper, not thinking of what dangerous words those were to say to a monster.
He revealed his teeth in a dark smile before he dove, gripping my hips and pulling me roughly to the edge of the bed. I slid against the duvet, squealing at the sudden movement. He hoisted my thighs over his shoulders, staring down at the apex of my thighs like he hadn’t seen me before.
When he exhaled, his nose so close, his breath fanned across my folds, causing my toes to curl.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” he growled in a voice so low, I could hardly hear him, before he licked a stripe up my center. My eyes rolled back into my head.
His tongue moved deftly, barely touching me, making me quiver, before he pressed it flat against my clit. His nail dug into my hips, threatening to break the skin again if I pulled away. When his teeth brushed against the most sensitive part of me, I wanted to scream.
I wanted to tell him to do it, to bite me, damn the consequences, but I couldn’t speak, my voice lost. It became difficult to do anything but tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him against me, his tongue greedily drawing pleasure out of me, then slowing down as I came nearer to my orgasm .
I groaned when he dipped into my center, pushing against the resistance there.
My thighs involuntarily tightened around his head. He growled in approval, increasing his fervor.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
My breaths came in short pants, my fingers pulling so tightly at his hair, urging him on. My head pressed back against the pillow, my hips pushing into him, wanting his tongue deeper , harder. It wasn’t enough.
“Please,” I gasped, and he laughed, pulling away. When I opened my eyes, he gleamed with my arousal. His tongue ran over his lips, lapping it up.
“Please what, darling?” But his fingers hadn’t loosened their viselike grip on the flesh of my thighs. His eyes were dark, pupils completely dilated, the bit of the gray iris gone as his hunger took over.
What would it take for him to snap?
“Please let me come,” I whispered, feeling that I was so close , but all I wanted was his cock. “Please fuck me.”
His eyes were near-black. “As you wish.”
In the blink of an eye, he was upon me, pressing himself at my entrance, just enough to part me around him. But he didn’t push in. He stood there, holding my thighs open, completely bared to him. His unclothed chest sparkled with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair ruffled from my fingers. He watched me writhe, high off the sensations running through my blood, worked up into a frenzy from his tongue .
My brain was short-circuiting, like a live electric wire with no ground, energy with nowhere to go. I couldn’t catch my breath, held at the precipice, unable to fall.
He gazed down at me, the harsh angles of his face stern and unmoving, eyes trailing over my breasts, over the spot where his strong hands held me down, held me open.
I fisted my hands in the sheets, trying to buck my hips to get some relief. “ Please .”
“You’re beautiful when you beg,” he murmured, just barely moving forward. His cock pushed at the band of resisting muscles, but stopped again. I knew I was wet enough, my heat slick with my arousal, that it would take nothing for him to spear himself into me. And yet, he watched me writhe, enjoying my discomfort.
I wanted to curse him, but the pleasure I felt when his flesh parted mine was enough to make me forget everything.
“Do you like it when I do this to you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He gripped himself, running the head of his cock between my folds, teasing me. I wanted to cry. “Do you like it when I deny you?”
I didn’t know how to answer. I tried to wrap my ankle around his back, to pull him closer, but those strong hands grabbed my thighs, pushing them upward, my knees falling over his elbows. I couldn’t move.
Frustrated tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.
“You’ll never be able to have anyone else’s cock,” he said, positioning himself once more, making my muscles clench at nothing. “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else,” he growled, entering me one inch, “without thinking about me. ”
I nodded, my thighs burning with the position, my lungs gasping for air. My head swam, but it was like I had become nothing but a mewling puddle. I’m yours, I’m yours .
I must have breathed the words, because his grip on my thighs tightened impossibly, his cool restraint slipping.
“I am going to ruin you for anyone else,” he promised, slowly pushing in halfway.
It still wasn’t enough.
“ Please ,” I begged. My hands scrambled to grab him, but he wouldn’t budge.
He leaned forward, his hand snaking toward my throat, his body forcing my legs to remain open around his hips. His thumb found the sensitive point of my pulse under my ear. I didn’t recognize his eyes anymore. They were so dark, so lost. It struck fear through me that only made me wetter.
He watched my pulse flutter against my skin before he roughly wrenched my chin to the side, forcing my gaze to the wall. His nose trailed over my pulse.
“I want to eat you,” he said. I felt him shake, like he was holding himself back. “I want to consume every bit of you, so you can’t leave.”
Black stars appeared at the edges of my vision.
Do it .
The lack of air heightened the feeling of the press of his cock into me. He slid further in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated within me, his hips pressed flush against mine. The delicious stretch near caused me to fall over that edge, but he didn’t move, just held himself so deeply within me, forcing himself into the deepest part of me.
I felt his teeth tease my throat. “I want to drink you, so no one else can have you.”
I’m yours .
How could he not see that? How couldn’t he see how lost I was for him?
The blackness nearly swallowed my whole vision, threatening to pull me under, before he wrenched his grip away from my neck. I sucked in air, deflating against the bed at the same time he began pumping into me brutally, his hips slapping against mine. Lewd noises echoed in the room.
I cried out, my orgasm tumbling closer, until it crested through me.
“Come,” he growled, eyes wholly pitch-dark. “I don’t want you walking after this.”
My muscles fluttered under him, my core clenching around him as he pumped in and out. He fucked me mercilessly, the sensations fizzling into my limbs, until the pleasure built up again and I thought I’d fall apart.
It was so good it hurt.
He was merciless, and I could do nothing but watch as he took over my body completely, like I could only breathe because he was inside me. Like I couldn’t think of anything else, my sole focus on the man fucking me until I was a pliable plaything, only for him. He rutted into me like he owned me, like it was all we were meant to do.
Something in me told me to submit, an inherent feeling, a drive to please him, to milk his pleasure out of him and into me .
“I’m going to come in this cunt,” he said, his thrust growing harsher, deeper. “I’m going to get myself so far into you that everyone will know.”
I’m yours .
I sighed, ecstasy flowing through me.
And when he came, it was with an animalistic shout, his hands holding me down, his teeth once more finding my throat. He held me down like prey, nearly puncturing my skin with his teeth, somehow finding the restraint in that moment to keep himself from drawing blood. His hips jerked into me, and I could feel him spilling out of me before he’d even finished.
I welcomed it. I wanted him to imprint upon me. I wanted to become so completely his.
It took him a few moments to still, for the throes of our pleasure to begin to fade. Every single sensation was heightened, buzzing through me, every brush of his skin against mine making my muscles jerk.
He circled his tongue on my throat, retracting the press of his teeth, but sucking the skin there. His hands were still at my hips, holding me flush against him, and he thrusted idly, his cock slick with both of our cum.
I couldn’t breathe, the only barrier between his tongue and my pulse a thin layer of skin.
He pulled away, just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against my flesh. “Do not forget who I am,” he said, and though he still held me like a lover, I sensed there was a darkness to his words. “Who I am to you .”
“How could I forget?” I said, brushing my lips against his cheek .
He chuckled darkly. “Remember those words when you ask me your questions again.”
He withdrew from me, and I felt empty, so totally sated, that it wasn’t until he was out of sight, disappearing into the bathroom to clean himself, that I realized the weight of his words, settling into me like a poison ready to stop my heart.