Chapter 9
Nine
E lias
She moaned, not protest or resistance, but pure need and desire. This woman wouldn’t shy away from demanding what she wanted.
It incited a craving in me to make her beg, scream, admit she was mine.
I grazed my teeth over her lower lip, just hard enough to sting and eliciting a filthy, wanton gasp as she arched against me.
“You are my whore now,” I whispered with a guttural rawness I couldn’t hide. “Do you hear me?”
She swallowed without losing that scowl. Her face said she hated me, despised me, but the gritty lust in her seductive green eyes told me otherwise. I felt her throat strain with the motion of her muscles there.
Physically, my strength outmatched hers tenfold, something that would never change.
And then there were the rules of our world. The men ran things, and adjusting that mindset would take decades, if not more, no matter how defiant and opinionated she was.
“You have such soft, unmarred, flawless skin.” My scarred, tatted, calloused hand flexed on her delicate neck painted a heady contrast to the flesh under my fingers.
“Do you plan to mark it? Brand me as yours?” She arched her throat.
The desire to harm her wouldn’t ever enter my mind.
She was mine. To protect. To fuck. To literally do with as I pleased, but hurting her wasn’t something to ever consider.
Why she challenged me, knowing I’d killed so many, beaten and tortured many more, was an enigma to explore.
My capacity for violence and malice scared so many. Yet, Avra’s green eyes blazed with lust, defiance, and not a single drop of fear.
Fucking woman captivated me. She trusted me, knowing my father had killed her mother.
Well, at least with her body, she did.
I squeezed tighter as I smashed my mouth to hers. Avra’s hot, wet lips parted, welcoming my brutal, commanding kiss. The second I speared my tongue into her mouth, she met me with her own demands.
The taste of her intoxicated me as if she were a witch. She growled and turned slightly, ending the kiss with a nip on the lipharder than necessary and meant to cause pain.
I hissed, tightening my fingers.
Her lips curved, and her pupils dilated, watching me lick the blood from my lips.
“I’m not your whore ,” she stated. “I’m no one’s whore.”
“What are you?” I asked with a gravelly laugh as I rubbed my bleeding mouth to hers.
She’d drawn it, she’d taste it.
She sucked my lip into her mouth, surprising me by licking over the cut, and then said, “I’m your wife .”
Fuck, I liked the sound of that.
My wife.
This fiery woman belonged to me and no one else.
I had no doubt this moment set a precedent for our future, one filled with fights full of passion and taunts, never simple or tame.
A man like me needed someone who wouldn’t crumble when I pushed back.
“It’s the same fucking thing from where I stand.” I brushed my lips over hers in slow passes, tasting them and teasing them just enough to elicit a response before pulling away.
She couldn’t reach up toward me, not with my hand on her throat and the other pinning her wrist over her head. I had her right where I wanted her, vulnerable and ripe for the taking.
“You won’t win this,” I taunted, bringing my mouth a fraction from hers. “Your body’s reactions tell me you want to fuck. You don’t want something sweet and gentle. No, that won’t do for you.”
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
I smirked right before taking her lips and devouring her mouth. Her body arched as if trying to get closer, and her tongue dueled with mine, meeting my demands with hers.
Those moans. Desperate, needy growls and mewls, wordless pleas and whimpers for more. It was music to my ears.
“You’re my fucking whore, Avra,” I repeated.
Still, she shook her head, refusing to agree. She wouldn’t meet my gaze until I tipped her chin up higher and forced her to face me.
“You’re mine to hold. To keep.” I flexed my fingers around her throat and pushed my hips against her, grinding her against the wall. Her breath hitched at the friction of my cock, rubbing right where she needed it the most.
“To kiss.” I did, biting her chin this time.
“To fuck.” Releasing her neck, I grabbed a handful of her dress and yanked it up.
The desire to tear the fucking thing off her rode me, but I couldn’t ruin the garment. Damn social responsibility and returning to our guests.
However, underwear wasn’t a requirement.
“You’re my whore now,” I growled against the warm skin of her neck right before kissing and sucking it.
“Never.”
I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smooth sweetness.
In reality, she wasn’t sweet. Instead, fire burned in her blood. Even so, something about her made it so I couldn’t get enough of her.
These were too many fucking clothes.
I wanted her bare, to explore every tight inch of her body.
Later, I planned to touch until I filled this need. This insatiable want made no sense. The insanity, the feral necessity to mark Avra, take her.
I freed her hands and tugged down the neckline of her gown, loving the way her breasts spilled out, swaying as I ground my dick against her through the layers separating us.
Her clean, white dress scrunched up between us. She grappled for my tie, loosening it, and then fumbled with my shirt. Her breaths came in short pants, and her face flushed.
I held her in place against the wall.
“You’ll take whatever I give you,” I swore before I reached lower to grab the back of her thigh.
Her flesh was warm and smooth, so soft and firm with muscles. I pushed her thigh up and over, making room for myself. I fought the vision of her wrapping those legs around me as I pounded into her.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I ordered as I ran my hand farther up her leg. Beneath the layers of her dress, it was a blind exploration to reach her pussy. Still, the second I swiped my fingers through her dripping arousal, I growled and kissed her with a punishing bite once more. I snapped the thin band of her thong and slid my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh, God.” She arched. “Just like that.”
“You want more, don’t you, my little whore?” Not waiting for her to answer, I pushed in another digit and pressed my thumb against her clit.
The way her cunt dripped, there was no denying she preferred rough over gentle.
“You hear me?” I worked her, bringing her higher, and right before she reached her peak, I pulled out.
“Are you out of your mind? Don’t stop.”
This demonstration wasn’t about pleasing her, about her comfort. This was about?—
“What’d you say out there? Everyone’s actions should have consequences?”
She hissed through clenched teeth, scowling at me as I kept my fingers from that tight hole I rimmed but wouldn’t reenter.
She adjusted her hips, trying to dip lower and seek out my fingers, but she wasn’t getting anything easy tonight.
This experience was a raw, dirty fucking, representative of my vicious need to claim her and teach her.
“Isn’t that what you said?” I rasped as I shifted my pants to let my dick spring out.
“I said…” she uttered, panting so quickly and breathing heavily.
“Actions have consequences,” I finished for her as I jerked her dress up some more. I notched the tip of my cock at her pussy. Rubbing into her juices, I grabbed her thigh and held it up to the wall.
“Actions. Like marrying me.”
She nodded, subtly rocking her hips to mine. I wasn’t blind to her desperate fidgeting. I was right there, ready to breach her tight heat. Already, the broad head of my dick stretched her slippery cunt.
“Marrying me has consequences,” I said.
“Like taking your cock,” she retorted, trying again to push against me and get me inside. “All talk and no?—”
I slammed into her. With one brutal hard drive, I thrust into her slick pussy until I was in to the hilt. She sucked me in like a perfectly fitting glove. So fucking good. So tight. So hot. I strained to breathe through the need to pull out and pound back in.
She whimpered as she adjusted to my brutal drive into her. After all that push and pull. All that fighting and give or take. This was my reward. She’d wanted it, taunting me like that. Her thighs were slick with cream. She was wet, just as turned on as I was, but still, she froze in utter disbelief as I filled her so deep.
“Hold on.” She gasped, dropping her head back against the wall. “I haven’t done this in a while.”
Annoyance crept up the back of my neck out of nowhere. Until now, until Avra, I never gave a shit about my lovers’ pasts, but with Avra, I wanted to rip whoever she fucked before me to shreds.
Right now wasn’t the time to focus on that. There were other things on the agenda.
“Marrying me has consequences like you being my whore.” I slowly pulled back, loving the hot slide of her pussy wrapped around me.
Keeping only the tip of my dick inside, I tortured her, holding myself still, waiting until she squirmed for me to thrust back in. I repeated the moves until little mewled whimpers escaped her lips.
“You take my cock, like such a good little wife. Like such a good little whore.” I slammed in harder, shoving her against the wall.
She gurgled, gasping in shock again. She held onto me tight, unable to do anything else. Her lids lowered, hooding those sparkling green orbs of pure need.
Again, I pulled out slowly, tormenting both of us.
“Like shutting up and letting me give you the fucking you’ve been begging for.”
I gritted my teeth, thrusting into her harder and harder.
Her eyes closed shut as she moaned, and her pussy contracted and flexed, making my cock grow harder.
“Eli, I need.”
“What is it you need?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Over and over, I pounded into her with a relentless force. I whipped my hips, pummeling her tight pussy.
“Right there. Oh. Right there.” She dropped her forehead to mine.
I barely brushed my thumb across her clit, and she detonated, her back bowing and her nails digging into the skin of my nape.
“Eli,” she cried out as her pussy clamped down as if it were a vise grip on my throbbing cock.
My control snapped, and without giving a damn about anyone hearing, I pushed her into the wall so hard that her back thudded. Each deep sink of my cock into her soaked cunt had her moaning louder. Every time I ground against her, rocking upward to get her to take all of my dick, she clenched me tighter. I wanted that orgasm to keep going.
It was perfect. It was filthy. It was a brutal taking.
Her release had barely faded when she slapped her hands to the wall, trying to push up and find purchase as I drove into her with a furious need to fill her with my cum.
I grabbed both of her hands and held them in place. She was almost spread-eagle against the surface of the wall as I fucked into her with all the pent-up anger and frustration I’d held in. She cried out.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. I lost myself in the need to come, to bruise Avra’s pussy with the brutal hits of my body against hers. Pinned to the wall, rocking from my thrusts, she took it.
Like a good whore.
My whore.
“My wife,” I uttered, almost in disbelief still that I had one.
In all her defiant, bold attitude, Avra was the woman who’d belong to me for the rest of our lives.
She sucked in a quick breath, clamping her tight pussy around me. She trembled and quivered, shaking as she came again.
I smashed my mouth to hers, muffling her unrestrained cries. Her orgasm was too much to resist. I was too close. I was right there. She was too tight and slick, wrapped around me and milking me so good.
Angling my face to lock us together, I drove into her without a break until I came. My balls had been so tight, high, and ready for me to come, and with a tingling streak of pleasure along my spine, I gave in and filled her womb with jet after jet of my cum.
Goosebumps covered my skin, and I resisted the chill of a shiver at how fucking good she was. At how damned heady a fuck against the wall could be with her. Pleasure coursed through me as I remained lodged deep inside her.
“I’m only your whore when we fuck, Eli,” Avra said as she continued to catch her breath.
I lifted my head from her neck and looked at her. “Where else would you be my whore?”
“I want to make sure you understand I’m only this way in private. I submit to no one in public.”
My cock twitched at the challenge in her green eyes. The need to fuck her again, to make her do as she’d said—submit—pulsed in my blood.
Except murmurs of voices, nearing, reached my ears, telling me someone was looking for us.
I pulled out of her.
“Our time alone is over.” I stepped back and looked at her gown, almost cringing at its state.
Well, there was that saying about hell and good intentions for a reason.
Avra looked down at herself and sighed. “Well, it looks as if I will need an outfit change.”
“Don’t tell me you have an extra wedding dress lying around here.”
“No. Laya expected me to tire of the layers of heavy material and packed an elegant alternative just in case. ”
I stared at her. “Something tells me your sisters and you make plans for your plans.”
Her unguarded smile hit me in a way I wasn’t sure I liked. But how it lit up her face and accentuated her beauty was worth it.
“Let’s say the Vitalis women watch out for each other. Maybe one day you will garner an invitation into our circle.”