Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
Elliot
“More?” he asks, fucking me viciously, fucking me like I never knew I wanted to be fucked.
The woods fill with the sound of our bodies slamming against each other, with his feral grunts and my moans. It’s a symphony of depravity.
A part of me hates him for doing this to me, for turning me against my wishes, for making me some kind of creature that chases a child with the intent of sucking that child dry of blood.
But the other part wants him with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
He stretches me wide with every plunge. I can feel every inch of his thick cock. It’s a mind-blowing experience, sex on another level. Euphoria. And I’m drunk on all the sensations running through me.
When he pulls out, I whimper, then moan as he shoves back in. The bark pinches and scratches against my cheek as he does so, but I don’t care. The pain only heightens the pleasure.
Like this, I’m his toy, his plaything, his possession to do what he wants and I can’t stop him.
I don’t want to stop him.
Another scream breaks free as he slams back into me, deep, and I manage to push out one word, teeth gritted. “Yes.”
As if to underline that, I lift my ass up as much as I can, and he takes the offer, picking up speed, violence, that hurts-so-good fuck I’m craving.
It’s like he’s trying to fuck the hatred out of me, and at the same time his regret for turning me, the pain of almost losing me.
I don’t know how I know this, but I do.
I’m drooling, my fingers gripping the tree for dear life, and a wave of intense pleasure spreads out, like I’m going to come. Or maybe black out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “you can’t get enough.”
I push back into him, wanting him inside me, all of him.
I want him opening me up, I want the glory, I want the pain.
I want to feel in the way no one’s ever made me feel, and a small sob escapes me because I know I wanted him this desperately since before he changed me.
I knew then no one in my life who’s ever looked at me, touched me, kissed me, can compete with Lucian.
“Don’t…stop.”
He slams balls-deep and holds it, grinding his cock inside me as he grabs a handful of my hair and leans over me, the heat of him burning my skin.
“I thought you hated me,” he says harshly.
“I do.” My word ends on a low moan as I try to move, try to make him start fucking me again.
“If you did, you wouldn’t be begging me to fuck you. But…”
This time he pulls back and thrusts in deep, then he holds it once more. A tease.
“Lucian!”
His hand in my hair tightens. “Fuck, you feel good, Monty. Tight, hotter than ever. And so slick I could ride you into a thousand sunsets.”
My body convulses at his words, and he starts to fuck me again, cock surging into me, big, thick, hard.
He’s never been like this with me before.
So rough, careless. And I’m on the brink, pleasure spreading as he slams into me one more time.
He shudders and lets out a groan, his cock pulsating as his cum fills me.
But he’s left me right on the edge of my own orgasm. A quivering mess.
Then the bastard pulls out and lets me go.
I fall forward, sliding to the ground, and rush to pull up my leather pants with shaking fingers. When I turn, he’s putting that gorgeous dick away. It’s like being dipped in an ice bath.
Being unfulfilled has left me maddened. Infuriated. Shaking with need.
“You bastard,” I say. He knows what he did. He must. “I…I was so close.”
The choker’s still around my throat, and right now it feels heavier than before. Colder against my fevered skin.
His gaze darkens on me. “You’re going to learn the rules for your new life one way or the other, Monty, but for now? You’re not ready to be in the world.”
Life goes on as normal, or is that unlife? Regardless, it goes on for everyone apart from me.
When we got back that night, Lucian dumped me unceremoniously in his penthouse atop the VMR building, one where the views take in the entire city and beyond, from every angle over the breathtaking expanse of space.
I had thought vampires lived in darkness, in the tight confines of their coffins, but it isn’t true. When I hold my hand in front of the tall window as the light pours through, nothing happens.
It isn’t even warm.
Just bright light that doesn’t seem to touch me at all.
I don’t know where Lucian is, but hunger claws at me like…like I want something other than blood. It’s a hunger building from my core, something that calls for him to satisfy.
There was a moment of fulfillment at the de Santis compound, when he took me against the tree with a rough, brutal intensity. But it was stamped out when he left me on the verge of orgasm, unable to reach that peak. Left me ravenous and wanting more.
I sigh. Where is the kitchen, anyway? Is it a vast room full of blood and vampire protein bars?
Something dings, and I turn as the wall slides open, revealing a hidden elevator. And that that excites me more than the thought of food.
It’s a way out, the thing I’ve been looking for. Well, a potential way out, since I highly doubt Lucian would have easy access in and out of his sanctuary. Getting into his office is bad enough, so where he actually lives is going to be a fortress.
What am I thinking? The entire headquarters of VMR is a fortress.
And jobs at VMR, here in the mecca of media, are coveted.
The reason, I remind myself, I’m here.
I might have been turned into one of the vile creatures and crave blood as though it’s all the drugs in the world, but I’m aware of what I am.
What I can do.
What I could do.
Like find Kayla.
What steps out of the elevator finally is something I want even more than escape.
Lucian.
It infuriates me to the point my vision blurs.
“Where’s my friend?” I demand.
Behind him is the redheaded vampire, Vittoria. Cold, calculating. I didn’t entirely understand her when I was human. Now?
I do.
The cold she exudes streaks through me, too. But I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want to lose my humanity completely. When I was first turned, I didn’t care. But after the incident with the child…
Vittoria flips her hair over her shoulder and gives me a small, knowing smile. “Your friend?”
“Vittoria.” One word from Lucian. A warning. One she heeds.
I’m not sure why. She’s dangerous. Very much so, and it’s a bright thing I can almost see now that I’m one of them.
She could walk away from him. She doesn’t like his control, his owning her. At least, not all the time.
“Your latest toy might have a lot of friends,” Vittoria says, dripping sarcasm.
I think it’s the word toy, or maybe the connotations of that word latest, but I take a great step toward her, fists balled, wanting to pound her into pulp. But I’m yanked back by the arm, the oxygen leaving my lungs with a whoosh as I land hard against the solid form of Lucian.
“Calm down, Monty,” he mutters against my ear, the smoky, delicious scent of him tying knots around me. I try not to breathe him in too deep. I start to buck but his hand tightens a little more. “If you want freedom, being out of control isn’t the way to do it. Show me you’re still you.”
“I’m fine. I’m good.”
If I want to find my friend—my reason for being here, the thing that’ll make this horrendous turn of events worth it—I need to do what he says.
Show control.
No matter how hard it is.
“You can put me down,” I say.
He pauses, his mouth against my hair, the heat of him on my throat.
Strange how he’s hotter to me now that I’m turned.
Maybe it’s a vampire thing.
There isn’t exactly a handbook on it.
“You’ll learn to fight and not waste energy,” Vittoria says, sounding bored. “And you’ll learn quickly not to mess with me. That is, if you value your life.”
“Where’s my friend, Kayla?”
“She’s a broken record, Lucian,” Vittoria says. “And I don’t know this friend. I think your problems are bigger than some fucking human friendship. After all, it’s not like trying to spy on us is now going to work.”
She smiles and my blood turns so red hot, it’s acidic, burning its way through my veins.
“This is a new start,” Lucian says more to her than to me, “and we need to watch what’s going on in the mafia world now that word’s breaking about de Santis.”
“On it,” Vittoria mutters, turning, her long hair whipping at me as she does so. She’s got talents, I’ll give her that. Vittoria heads for the elevator. “I’d keep her locked up, preferably down below.”
“Noted,” he says, not even looking at her.
The elevator dings, but I’m unable to tear my gaze from him. “Have you found out anything about Kayla? You said—”
“Not yet.” But his gaze sweeps just left of me.
I step up to him and put my hands on the fine wool of his vest. Those blue eyes shift back to me. “That’s a lie.”
“It’s not. This is a huge company. People move about, move interstate, overseas, for different roles. People quit.”
But I don’t let it go. It’s the last thing I have left of who I was before. Kayla keeps me tethered to humanity.
Otherwise…what is there for me? Lucian should understand that.
“Kayla wouldn’t quit. She wouldn’t move without telling me,” I say.
He swallows, fingers slipping through my hair, and I’m still super close to him when I don’t mean to be. It’s like he calls and I’m there, always. It makes my stomach flip and clench with disgust.
“The thing is, Monty, our world—yours now—operates differently. We glamour and mesmerize to make things easier, to make things cleaner, to help erase things that shouldn’t have been seen—”
“Easier?” I spit the word. “Cleaner? Erase? What in gaslighting hell is this shit?”
“This shit is to keep killings to a minimum. If she saw something, it’s easier to mesmerize or glamour her and set her up elsewhere. Did you think of searching for her beyond here?”
“No.” Resentment creeps in.
He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. Even if she was working here on the floor below you—”
“She was in the TV part of VMR,” I interrupt. “Point the way, and I’ll go and ask around. You won’t have to do anything.”