Chapter 9
MIA
I ’m crashing, spiraling, breaking apart like twisted metal. Destroyed like the iron gates Draven plowed through. His tongue is violent and bitter in my mouth. His hands are all over me, his cold fingers sending sparks across my frozen flesh. The heat sets fire to the numbness. Everything hurts. Everything is ecstasy. And the only air I can suck down into my lungs is his breath.
He yanks my head back and snarls as he rakes his teeth down my neck. “Get on your knees. I want you to fucking bow to me.”
The way this man thinks he can order me around is disturbing. I pull back and hiss. “Go fuck yourself, Draven.”
He growls, his eyes glowing, as he comes for me again. In one quick swoop he flips me around so that my back is at his chest. “You are going to do at least one fucking thing I tell you to do.”
Before I can utter another hateful word, he slips two fingers inside my pussy. My breath lodges in my throat, and I have to bite back a moan. Fuck, he’s too good at touching me. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking right.
“Yeah.” He breathes heavily in my ear. “I hate you so fucking much. I loathe what you have done to me. Now get on your fucking knees.”
With trembling legs, and his fingers still inside me, guiding me forward, I lower myself to the fur rug that’s splayed out in front of the fireplace. Every inch of my body is revolting against my mind. It’s like I no longer have control over it. He does.
He walks around and stands in front of me, his swollen cock just inches away from my face. From my lips .
He shoves those same two fingers in my mouth. I release a deep moan when I taste myself on his skin. But I have to stop this. I’m losing myself to his melancholy.
I stand up and back away. Even though my pussy is aching. Even though my nipples are stiff and hard and begging for a lashing from his tongue. “I will not bow to you. Not tonight. Not ever.”
His nostrils flare as he charges toward me. Before I can react, he pushes me against the wall, pinning me to it. “Fine… then I’ll bow to you.”
Wait. What?
He kneels in front of me and tosses my leg over his shoulder. “Draven, what are you—oh, fuck.”
I jerk back as he thrusts his tongue inside my pussy. I thread my fingers through his black hair as he explores the deepest parts of my core. It’s agonizing and brutal and so fucking hot. The way he rolls his tongue over my clit then darts back inside. Up and down. In and out. Like a fucking melody that I can’t hear but feel the vibrations.
I cry out and clench around him as he digs his fingers into my thighs. As he lashes his tongue harder with the fury of a man who wants to consume me and destroy me at the same time. To annihilate me until there’s nothing left.
I shriek as a surge of flutters spread from my center to deep down inside my cunt. “Draven… fuck.” I close my eyes and surrender to it. It’s an explosion in my body. A storm that takes out ev erything in its path. My throat burns as I scream from a place in my belly so deep and guttural I scare myself.
He growls inside my pussy, tormenting me over and over again with his tongue, scraping my tender flesh with his sharp teeth as he sucks and bites and laps up my juices. We are rocking against each other, my back slamming against the wall with every brutal lick. I ride his face until I am spent, my limbs turning to mush.
“You even taste like jasmine,” he rasps as he picks me up and lays me down in front of the fire.
I am weak with him. Too weak to shut him out. I spread my legs for him as he glares down at me. “Come, get your peace. I know that’s what you want.”
His eyes are so dark, I can’t see the gold flecks. I can’t discern the size of his pupils. He’s lust-drunk, desperate with need, and hungry for his release.
He presses my thighs back, pinning them to the floor as he edges my entrance with the tip of his cock. “This troublesome fucking pussy… Fuck. Mmm.” He closes his eyes, his breath hitching as he enters me.
We both gasp when he’s halfway inside. “Oh my god,” I say on a deep breath. The night at Duff’s flashes in my mind, reminding me how good he felt inside me. But somehow, tonight it’s hotter than I remember. How the fuck does this man’s cock keep getting better?
“This is the last time, Mia. After tonight, we’re done.” Thrust . “I want… nothing”— thrust —“to do with… you.” Thrust . “Fuck.”
I whimper as he slides so fucking deep inside me. “I don’t want to know you either,” I whine.
He fucks me slowly. Our eyes dart back and forth between each other’s gazes and the sight of his engorged cock sloshing in and out of my sopping wet pussy. This is blasphemy. Sick and beautiful blasphemy.
I cry out as he hits my sensitive G-Spot. He grunts as he presses on it, pleased with the way it unravels me. “I hate how good that fucking feels.”
He snickers as he continues to swivel his hips, taunting me with another orgasm. “And I hate how I don’t want to fuck anyone else like this . I hate you the most for that.”
There are no more kisses, no touching, just pure penetration. And it’s orgasmic in itself. Every nerve ending from my clit to deep inside my pussy’s core is tingling with enough sparks to start an electrical fire.
It’s a quiet rage. A slow and brutal loathing that roots itself deeper with every thrust. An unearthly tremor jolts me. I pump my hips. “Oh, fuck, I’m…” I can’t finish my sentence. I can’t even think. I clutch my throat as a gurgled cry escapes from it.
He growls and bares his teeth as he plays my body like a violin, strumming his cock in and out while I cum all over it.
“This is the debt we’re owed. Fuck . Yeah, just like that, Trouble. Cum hard for me. Cum like you will never cum again.” He rides me harder, faster, as I scream and claw at his arms. And it feels like an exquisite death.
“ Ahhh ,” he moans into the space between us. He grinds down hard just as his hot, thick cream bursts out. I’m stuffed to the hilt, full of his essence and throbbing cock. We scream like animals. Like two psychos casting demonic shadows in between the reflections of the flames.
He fills me with darkness and fire and death. The space around us becomes a sea of crackling flames, hysterical breath, and the smack of skin against skin. And I don’t want it to stop. When it ends, all we’ll be left with is the violence. When the pleasure is over, the pain of who we are to each other is all that will remain.
We lock eyes as the last of our explosion sputters out. He stills himself inside me. “No more.”
His bitterness consumes me like a drug. “Did it work? Did you hate fuck me out of your system?” If his answer is yes, then maybe that means he’s out of my system too.
He slowly pulls his cock from my pussy but doesn’t move to get up. “I will double my offer again. The next time I come back here, it will be to collect that signature from you.”
A cold fury snakes its way back into my veins. I feel like his whore right now. “Well, you know what they say. The pen is mightier than the sword.” I look down at his dick as I say it.
He springs forward and pins my arms over my head. “Maybe I’ll fuck you with that pen, Mia. Over and over again until you’re so broken, you beg me to sign the papers for you as a proxy. Do not underestimate my crazy. You have no fucking idea who I really am.”
And I’m fucking wet again . Fucking bastard. It’s the devil in me… “How did you know I was in an asylum? That’s confidential.”
He snickers and sits back up. “I know everything about you, Mia. Even what you dream about. Everything .”
I lie there dumbfounded as he quickly dresses and slicks his hair back off his face. “You have until the end of the week to sell me this property, or I will bury you underneath it.”
Fuck.
He just threatened my life. Right after fucking me. But all I can focus on is…
He knows about Nox.
I let myself fall. Two days awake and look at all the destruction I’ve caused… I deserve sleep. And Nox deserves an answer…
When I open my eyes, I’m stretched out on the bed, naked, my wrists bound to its posts. Nox’s long black tail slithers around my thighs. It’s rough with deep ridges and skin like cracked leather that only add to its thickness .
“You have been a naughty little girl, haven’t you?” His voice rumbles low, prickling the hairs on my arms.
“I have.” Tears stream down my cheeks.
He licks them off, the two sides of his tongue splitting down the middle. “Shh, relax, dark one. You know what has to happen now.”
I nod and spread my legs apart for him. Shame fills me because the filthy things he does to me turn me on.
“Yes, you know I’m going to defile you. I’m going to remind you of our promises. Just like before when that idiot you almost married played with your pussy.” He slinks his tail higher up my leg. “You fucked someone up there, so now I’m owed penance.”
I nod, my body shaking as the tip of his tail nips at my entrance. “I will give you whatever you want.”
He circles my nipples with his pointy claws. “Mmm.” He slides his hands down my breasts, across my belly, and stops at the apex of my thighs. “Do you know what’s going to happen?”
I can’t stop shaking. It’s wrong and dirty. Unholy . “You’re going to fuck me with… him .” My juices drip down my thighs.
He licks those too. “You’re going to lay with him inside you all night.”
I gasp as he pulls back the lips of my pussy and watch as the tip of his tail slithers inside my pussy. I cry out as its girth stretches me. It scratches at my walls, rubbing me raw as it burrows itself deep.
Nox moans. “Oh yeah, that feels naughty. Mmm.”
He confessed to me once that his tail is even more sensitive than his cock. That he would rather fuck me that way.
I breathe deeply as I try to adjust to its thickness. “Nox…”
He leans over me, his hands on my belly. “Yes, call out my name.” His eyes are bright red, glazing with a carnal lust so demonic he personifies sin itself.
I try to fight the sensations, afraid of what it means if I take pleasure from this. But I can only resist it for so long. He winds in deeper, filling me so full I can barely breathe. It feels like it may explode out my back.
He spreads my pussy open wider with his clawed fingers. “Only your juices can quench my thirst.”
I can’t bite back the moan any longer. I set it free from my throat. It pleases him so much that he spins the length of his tail in circles. I lose possession of my body, my back arching from the pressure, my hips grinding, rolling from the stretch.
“That’s my beautiful dark one. Swallow me whole. Take every part of me like a good girl.” He tickles my clit with the tip of his claw. “This is how you repent.”
I think my soul may leave my body this time.
With one more rough thrust, he shatters me, and I fall apart. I break, soaking his thick tail with my cream as I cum so hard my vision blurs. I scream as he rips me apart. It hurts so fucking good. It shouldn’t, but it does.
He fists his two-headed cock as I climax, stroking it furiously as he watches what his tail has done to me. What he has done to me.
“You’re almost redeemed, dark one… almost .”
His tail retreats, whipping back without warning.
The nerves in my tender flesh burn and sting. I pull at my restraints, desperate to get free, but it only makes them tighter.
He mounts me and spreads my thighs farther apart. My chest heaves with ache and need. A tug of war between my rational mind and my corrupted soul. I let out another deep moan as he thrusts one head of his cock inside my pussy. The other head suctions itself over my swollen clit.
Nox’s eyes roll back in his head, his red pupils gone, leaving only a sea of black in their stead. “Ohhh, my little dark one,” he rasps, his lips trembling. “ I am yours .”
I’m stuffed full, cumming hard again as he penetrates me. He commands every inch of me, every spasm, every fucking sensation that stimulates and assaults me .
Our screams become one, morphing into one another as he unleashes his thick cum inside me. I grind against him, inviting him in deeper. It’s toxic and unhealthy and masochistic, like a drug. Like a disease I’ve convinced myself I deserve. But it feels so fucking good.
When he finishes, it feels like a hangover. I whine as he leaves my body. And that satisfies him even more. He gazes down at me, his eyes glowing red. “You can fuck whoever you choose to, Mia. But you still belong to me.”
I don’t know what it’s like to not belong to him. Our existence is tied. “I know, Nox. Don’t be angry with me.”
“It’s agony to be away from you. It’s infuriating. I want to be free from here. I want to lie with you in your bed. The power is in your hands. Why won’t you use it?”
My stomach knots. I’ve driven myself crazy trying to justify his request. If I bring him to life, he’ll consume me twenty-four-seven. If I leave him here, he’ll torment me every time I go to sleep up there.
And I know nothing of where he comes from, why he’s attached himself to me, or what he’ll do to me if I let him out of this cage. He won’t tell me anything.
“You know I can’t do that until you tell me who you really are,” I murmur quietly, not wanting to upset him again. Although, I wouldn’t be entirely upset if that tail of his was back inside me. I’m a glutton for punishment.
He curses and leaps off the bed. “I am darkness, Mia. That is all I know. I’ve told you this.” It doesn’t take long for him to release me from my restraints. With just a quick slice of his claws, my ropes fall away.
I sit up and rub my wrists. “You don’t belong in my world. Fuck, I don’t belong in here.”
He smooths his black hair up into a topknot in between his horns. “Do you wish to never see me again then? Am I really such a thorn in your side?”
That familiar guilt sloshes through my veins. “No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that… if I do what you ask, it could cause chaos. I need more time to figure it out.”
His face softens as he lies down next to me on the bed. He caresses my face, his claws retracted now. I love both his sharp points and his gentle fingers. “I need you, Mia. My heart breaks every time you leave.”
I curl up next to him and sigh as he drapes a possessive arm around me. Nox is a nightmare. My nightmare. He’s a part of my shadow self. I need to know more before I do something I can’t take back. “I’m tired, Nox.”
He leaves a trail of kisses across my back and shoulders. “Shh, rest. We will figure this out next time.”
His words coax me to sleep, pushing me into a dreamless abyss. He wraps himself around me like a cocoon as I try to let my mind drift into nothingness. It’s the only peace I get in between worlds.
But tonight is different. Because I know when I wake up on the other side, I have to deal with three more nightmares. Monsters who get to walk around as free as ravens. My heart races as I try to prolong my sleep, willing it to stretch out for as long as possible.
But when I finally give up the fight and surrender, it’s not Nox that’s on my mind. It’s Bones Crane, Aries Thorn, and Draven Blackwell. Their faces are the last ones I see before I pass out.