Darius Bonus Chapter #7
She made it to the second step, and I sat up straighter, staring at her expectantly, like she might be about to tell me what I needed to rid myself of her, like she held the answer which had evaded me so eternally.
But I didn’t want that. As much as I hated to admit it, the closer she got, the harder my cock grew, the desperate need in me pounding through my blood and begging her to come just a little closer, though I knew it was a fool’s hope.
She held my gaze, and I sucked in a sharp breath as she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of me, my mind racing with confusion as she dropped down before me, almost as if she were about to-
“I’ll never bow to you,” Roxy breathed, the sight of her on her knees before me freezing me in place as I tried to understand, refusing to hope for what it was too unbelievable to be. “But if you like me on my knees, then there are better things that I can do down here than kiss your feet.”
The taunting, sultry tone had me sitting up straighter, words escaping me entirely as she placed her hands on my knees and slowly pushed them up the insides of my thighs.
Her touch was a brand on my soul, my dick already throbbing with need while she toyed with me, and I fell prey to her oh so easily.
She may have been the one kneeling before me, but it was clear which one of us held all of the power as I simply stared at her, afraid of doing anything which might break this fragile spell.
Roxy slid her hand up over my solid cock, smiling darkly as she felt the rock-hard ridge of my arousal, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.
“Is this what you want from me?” she taunted as she slid my fly down and pushed her fingers into my boxers, my chest heaving as she touched me, my heart racing and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as the shock of what she was doing froze me in place.
I was a mouse in the paws of a cat, and I had the feeling that she would snap her jaws shut around me the moment I admitted the depth of my need for her.
She had me utterly and entirely, and I had to think she was about to shove me away at any moment, to laugh and sneer at the idea of the two of us, but I couldn’t hold my tongue.
The truth rose to my lips and wouldn’t be denied.
“I want everything from you,” I said fiercely, and as her gaze met with mine again, I got the feeling that she might just let me have it.
Roxy tugged my cock free of my boxers, her hands wrapping around my girth, and a breathy moan escaping her as she took in the full, hard length of me. Her gaze filled with desire, and my pulse raced with the need for her to do whatever filthy things she wanted to me.
She pushed up further onto her knees, and I watched in a haze of pure lust as she slowly took the length of me into her mouth, her tongue lapping my tip before swirling around it and making me groan as she drove her lips down my shaft.
It was bliss unlike anything I had ever known.
I’d dreamed of this, imagined it, and fantasised over it so many times, but nothing came close to the ecstasy of her tongue riding the length of my dick as she slowly withdrew again.
“ Fuck , Roxy,” I hissed through my teeth as she took me in again, my cock growing even harder, swelling with desire as she took me right down her throat and her fingernails bit into my thighs.
I lost all hint of restraint as I watched her, my hand fisting in the silken strands of her hair, and she moaned as I pushed her down harder, driving my cock into her mouth possessively.
I wanted to come down her pretty throat so badly that I was practically trembling with the need to watch her swallowing every drop.
Roxy moaned in excitement as I fucked her mouth harder, and I damn near lost my mind at the sight of her on her knees for me, taking my cock so fucking perfectly, the sight nothing short of euphoric.
Every time she moaned around my length, my grip on her tightened, my cock thrusting deeper, my claim on her building.
I was still reeling at this sudden turn of events, but I refused to blink at it, to let this moment pass like I had the last. She’d come to me like I’d been aching for her to for too long, and I needed to mark every inch of her flesh with the scent of me before this was done, making her understand how good it might feel if she would just let herself be mine.
The sight of her sucking my dick was enough to bring me to my own knees, the thrill of her doing so here while I sat on this throne making the entire thing seem unreal, like an impossible fantasy.
How many times had I thought about getting her on her knees for me?
How often had I demanded that she bow? But this wasn’t her bowing.
This was her showing me that she could own me even from the floor at my feet, and I was suddenly struck with the desire to worship her like the princess she’d been born to be.
“Stand up,” I commanded roughly, tightening my grip on her hair and drawing her off me. She blinked up at me in surprise as I tipped her chin back and studied the beauty of her face, the desire in her green eyes, her pupils blown wide and her gaze full of want.
I reached for her, catching her arm with my free hand, and drawing her up into my lap so that she was straddling me, her dress hitching up over her thighs.
I kissed her then. Kissed her the way I’d been aching to kiss her every single day for weeks on end, tasting the fullness of her lips as my tongue pushed into her mouth.
She opened for me like she’d been just as hungry for it too.
Roxy wound her arms around my neck, drawing me closer until we were sharing every breath, our bodies pressed together in as many places as possible and that kiss devouring what little space was left.
She rolled her hips over me, my cock riding the seam of her clit, and she moaned softly into my mouth, her nails digging into the back of my neck as she kissed me harder.
I yanked her back by her hair so that I could look into those beautiful eyes, my heart racing with need and my mind swarming with the desire to capture this moment and keep it close always.
I swiped a thumb across her mouth where her red lipstick had been smudged either by my cock or my lips, and whichever it was, the sight of it had every muscle in my core tightening, desire devouring me.
But she needed to know this, needed to understand what she did to me with every waking second, how she was under my skin and caught on a loop in my mind, sending everything I had thought I knew so certainly spiralling off course.
“I don’t want you on your knees. I want you fighting me and hating me and fucking me like you mean it. You’re Roxanya Vega, and you weren’t built to bow to anyone,” I growled passionately.
“You want me to hate you?” she asked in surprise, her gaze roaming over my features like she wanted to study me too.
“I want you to feel for me. And I’ll take hate if that’s all you’re offering.”
I kissed her again, unable to hold back a moment longer, and this time, there was a shift in her as she kissed me in return, like any reservations she’d been clinging to had fallen by the wayside and she was ready to prove to me that I had met my match in every way that counted.
Her hands moved to my chest, releasing my shirt buttons with hurried, needy movements, like she was just as desperate for me to be inside her as I was.
She yanked on the buttons to force them open, and I caught the hem of her dress, tugging it up, wanting to see every piece of her body, to study and worship it for as long as she would let me.
The back of her dress was laced with a bunch of knotted ribbons, and it caught on her waist as the knots pulled tighter, refusing to move another inch.
I grunted as I yanked harder, needing the fucking thing gone, and Roxy broke our kiss with a curse as the material simply dug into her soft skin.
“Ow,” she snapped, her eyes blazing with the desire to smack me, and the Dragon in me rose at that challenge, a growl building in my throat.
“Why are you wearing something that’s so hard to take off?” I demanded.
“Because I don’t actually plan on hooking up with assholes all the time, it’s just something that keeps happening to me,” she growled.
I blinked at her in surprise, my frustration shifting to amusement, followed by a much simpler idea on how to remove the damn dress. The corner of my lips hooked up as fire magic rushed to my fingertips and Roxy’s eyes widened in alarm.
“Wait,” she warned, like I might stop just because she’d be angry over it. But I loved it when she was angry with me. Anger meant I was getting under her skin just like she’d driven herself beneath mine. “This dress belonged to-”
Roxy yelped as flames burst to life across her back, destroying the ribbons which had been keeping her in the dress, and I tore what was left of the fabric off of her before tossing it aside.
“What the fuck?” she snapped as my gaze dropped to take in the matching set of deep red underwear she was left in, all the blood in my body heading straight to my cock as the need to be inside her just about obliterated me.
“Did that piss you off?” I asked, her anger so potent I could taste it.
“Yes,” she snarled, tensing in my lap, but she wasn’t making any attempt to leave.
“Then show me how much,” I dared.
Roxy shoved me back against the throne so hard that my shoulders hit the back of it solidly and a dull thud echoed around the stone room to match the sting of the blow.
She’d already unbuttoned half my shirt, but she wrapped the material in her fists and ripped the rest off with a snarl of anger that sent buttons flying and had my cock throbbing with desire.
Fuck, she was so sexy when she was angry, this spitting little tom cat, looking to fight the world and everyone in it, no matter how much bigger they might be than her.