3. Juliet
3
JULIET
A nger is a slow acting poison. You don't even realize that it's killing you until it's too late, and by then, you don't care about anything but the reason for your wrath.
I hate the way Lex makes me feel because it's not just him, it's all of them. Every single one of the Scorpion Kings has this effect on me. Each time I look into one of their eyes—eyes that are far too open for the kind of men that they claim to be—I feel as if I'm falling for another one of their traps. The biggest reason for my anger is simple: I trusted them and they let me down.
I'm not just mad at them, but at myself. I wanted to trust them, to rely on them. Being alone is far harder than I ever thought it would be, and I'm exhausted by the tension that's wrapped its snake-like chain around me. I’m slowly being suffocated by the prejudice this town has against me because of my family. Even if I’m not the one who lit the match to flame their hatred of anyone with the last name Donovan, that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit here and let the fire consume me to appease them.
Lex pulls away and his hands completely disappear from my body for an instant. Cool air washes over my naked skin, making me all too aware of just how bare and vulnerable I am. Lex is into bondage.
Why am I not surprised?
There’s something fitting about the fact that he gets off putting his partner into restraints. I wonder what he’d look like in them himself.
When Lex returns a moment later, I half expect to hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and feel his cock at my entrance. It's what Bran would do—fuck me, get his release, and then get off. Even before him, it's what all of my other boyfriends did. This is already far more than they would've done just for a little sex.
Lex is a freak and I like it.
The act of him tying me to his bed and making me wait for it actually makes me feel like he wants something other than just a quick release. It makes me feel like he wants something more—my pleasure and maybe even my pain. Or maybe … he just wants me—and if that isn’t the most addictive kind of aphrodisiac then I don’t know what is.
Keep your eyes on the prize, bitch, my inner voice snaps. You’re not supposed to give a shit if he wants you or not. You’re supposed to fuck him and then use him to fuck the rest of them up.
The crinkle of plastic has me tensing, but instead of the hot hard length of a dick against my core, I feel Lex sidle up against my side. Turning my head, I gasp as Lex, newly naked and hard as a rock brings his head down to mine. His cock presses against my side as he grips my chin and tilts my lips up to meet his.
He tastes sweet, like sugar and cocoa. A moment later, when he presses his tongue inside my mouth, I realize why. A small piece of chocolate moves from between his lips, pushed along by his insistent tongue.
My eyes open to find the dual gray irises of his gaze boring into me. Between our mutual body heat, the candy has already begun to melt. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, Lex takes the slowly softening chocolate and pushes it towards the back of my mouth and I swallow.
My breasts rise and fall as he continues to kiss me even long after it’s gone. He sucks the remaining chocolate from my tongue and licks at my lips with long, slow passes. By the time he releases me from the kiss, I’m breathless and gasping for air. My head seems a bit foggy and my senses are all soft and relaxed.
My insides are rioting for something to relieve the ache between my thighs. I shift around on top of the bed and groan. Lex disappears from view, but I feel the heat of his skin pressed to mine as he rises behind me.
There’s another crinkle of plastic, but I don’t bother to tense this time. Hands grip my hips and I arch back. My head feels full of sensation, the heat of him pressed into me combined with the prickling need swamping my veins erasing my inhibitions. All I want is him. Inside me. All over me.
Something hard and sticky presses between the lips of my cunt. I gasp and lurch forward only to be stopped as Lex presses it further into me.
“What—oh fuck! ” A moan ends my words and I collapse my chest against the bed and headboard as Lex ducks behind me and spears his tongue into my core.
All thought flees my head as Lex dives into my pussy like a starving man. I don’t even ask if he just did what I think he did—if he put another chocolate into my pussy only to start eating it out of me. Something tells me that these aren’t just candy.
My insides clench and release as he eats at my cunt, digging his tongue deeper into me as if he’s trying to suck my soul clean out of my body. I cry out, rocking back against his face, and he makes a noise that sounds like a cross between his own moan and a growl. Deeper and deeper, he licks and sucks. When he manages to move down further to nip at my clit, both of his hands cupped under my ass to lift it up, I nearly explode.
“Please!” I beg. “ Please. ”
Lex pulls his devious mouth from my core, and I shudder as the waves of my impending climax freeze and hold me suspended for a single moment. A scream of denial locks in my throat as I jerk upward and shove my hips back in a silent plea. Still, the release slowly begins to fade. As it does, I feel a whimper work its way up my throat. I was so fucking close and he just… stopped?
“Do you want my cock, baby?”
I close my eyes at Lex’s question as his hands find my hips once more. I want my house back. I want my life back. I want… the clock to turn back, and I want to forget the Scorpion Kings ever became a pillar of my life. Instead of saying all that, though, I merely give him what he wants. What my body wants.
“Yes,” I say, panting and sweating. My pussy clenches and I no longer feel the strange sticky object inside it. If I had to guess, it’s no doubt dripping down the back of Lex’s throat with all its chocolaty goodness. I bend my upper half back towards the bed. “I want it.” I want to forget.
His hands cup me almost reverently, squeezing the flesh of my ass and smoothing over the place he’d slapped. It hadn’t necessarily hurt so much as it’d been a surprise. I shift again, my hips swaying as I contemplate the idea that he might do it again. Would I like it more the second time around?
“How do you want me?” Lex asks.
A low growl threatens to erupt from my throat. What is it about these guys? Why the hell can’t he just fuck me? My pussy is being offered to him on a silver platter, and he wants to ask me questions. Dumb. Stupid. Irritating. Man.
“I don’t fucking care, just fuck me,” I demand, unable to stop the spiteful tone of my voice.
The low chuckle that comes from him sets my teeth on edge as much as it makes goose flesh rise along my spine. He cups my ass and spreads my cheeks, his finger finding its way back to my asshole. My breath seizes in my chest.
“You don’t care how I fuck you?” he persists, amusement lacing his tone. God, I want to punch the shit out of him.
This time, I let the growl free. “Don’t play with me,” I snap.
“No?” This time, he does laugh. The sound is light and contrary to what I think of when I see the big goth-looking behemoth that is Alexio Medicci. Normally, he’s all muscle and dark broody behavior, like a Doberman brought to life in a human man. Now, it seems I’m getting the puppy version.
I arch and grit my teeth when he sets his finger over my asshole and pushes. It’s a light touch, more a request than a full-blown demand. My flinch isn’t so much a testament to current pain, but remembered pain when I’d tried anal once before.
I didn’t like it then and I don’t know that I will now. I’m so turned on right now, though, so soaked that I’m not sure I won’t say yes if Lex asks for it. I can feel my cunt dripping down my inner thighs and my head is full of what feels like cotton. Maybe it won’t hurt this time.
“Anal isn’t supposed to hurt, Juliet.”
I blink, realizing that those words had come from Lex. Had I said the last part aloud? I shake my head. Damn it, why can’t I seem to focus?
“If you want…” Am I really going to tell him yes? Am I going to offer him my ass? Maybe. It feels too wrong though. Like it’s a secret place that shouldn’t be shared again. Then again, who gives a fuck what I do with my body? It’s mine, isn’t it?
“No, baby.” Despite Lex’s words, his finger still gently massages my dark hole. “I won’t take your ass tonight. I have to prepare you and as much as I’d love to see you come on my cock with your ass stretched around me, we have to work up to that. Tell me what you meant by ‘maybe it won’t hurt this time.’”
Shit. I totally had said that aloud.
With a groan of disbelief, I sink further into the mattress. “It doesn’t matter,” I tell him. “If you don’t want to do it tonight then at least fuck my pussy. Please, Lex, I’m dying here.”
“Who?”
“Huh?” I glance back over my shoulder to see Lex staring at me, the shadows of the room sliding across his face and shielding almost all of his expression. There’s no hiding the rigid set of his shoulders, though, or the tightness in his jaw.
“Who hurt you?”
“No one.” Frowning, I jump slightly when he pulls his finger away from my asshole and reaches for something out of my line of sight. The sound of a bottle top popping open echoes throughout the room, then something wet and sticky slides down my asscrack. A gasp escapes me, and he murmurs a soft apology in a near whisper as the cool liquid slides towards my asshole.
“Tell me,” Lex says. “Who fucked your ass and made it hurt?”
His finger returns and aided by the new liquid, he slides almost too easily into my ass. I arch up as tingles race up and down my spine. Fuck. Me. It definitely didn’t feel like that last time.
“Bran,” I gasp, my chest pumping up and down as Lex pushes his finger in to the first digit and then pulls it back out before sliding it in further. Something warm unfurls in my belly. Sweat slicks down my spine and my nipples pebble, aching with need. “W-we tried it once before, but it … it didn’t work out.”
“You said it hurt,” Lex repeats, but I’m too focused on what he’s doing with my ass to really hear him.
I moan, pushing my hips back and forcing his finger deeper. “It didn’t feel like this,” I admit. “More … oh fuck, do more.”
The room grows fuzzy as Lex answers my plea by withdrawing his finger and fucking it back into my ass. He clamps his free hand on my hip and holds me in place as the restraints around my wrists bite into my flesh. I gasp, arching and bowing and thrusting as he drives into my ass, adding a second finger and scissoring them apart ever so slightly. My hole stretches and for a moment, I think it’s too much and that the pain will come back, but then he eases out gently. My cunt weeps at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
An orgasm builds low in my stomach once again and swells like a quickly filling water balloon, threatening to burst at any moment. My insides clench and release and I moan into the soft black satin sheets. Lex sleeps on black satin. That’s a little surprising and also... not. He seems to like black.
“No!” I practically scream, my head coming up and swiveling around to glare as Lex’s fingers disappear and I feel him climb off the bed. “I was almost there!”
Lex chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “I’ll let you come—just not until you’re coming around my cock.” He disappears from view, but a stream of golden light tears into my periphery. A bathroom? A moment later the sound of running water reaches my ears and I know I’m right.
I tighten all over when he returns, body on display. Now that I’m not focused on what he’s doing to me, I can appreciate that olive skin of his wrapped in various tattoos. The small script over the side of his abdomen comes into view and I remember touching that spot with my fingers the night in his SUV. Lex moves closer and closer, right up to the side of my head. I want to lean down and trace those words with my tongue. Then … maybe the rest of him.
The restraints around my wrists come free and my arms sag downward. Before I can yank myself free from the cuffs, Lex has both of my hands in one of his. With a deft movement that speaks of his strength, he flips me onto my back and then comes down on top of me. I spread my legs easily, tipping my face up as he hovers. My own juices are trickling back towards my ass and mixing with the lube he’d used. I’m primed to be fucked and tired of waiting for it.
“Feeling good?” he asks, a wicked grin on his lips.
I frown. “I…” Do, I realize. I do feel good. I feel relaxed and calm even though I haven’t had an orgasm. Then I remember the chocolate he’d given me. I was right. It wasn’t just candy.
“Did you drug me?” I narrow my eyes on him.
Lex’s hold on my wrists tightens at the question. “I only gave you a little something to take the edge off,” he says. “You liked it, and so did I.” His words remind me of how he’d eaten his straight from my cunt.
Heat burns through me hotter than ever. Gasping as my skin comes alive and my head fogs over with lust and need, I try to focus on something, anything to keep myself sane. “What was it?” I ask, breathlessly.
“An edible,” he answers easily enough. “Small dosage.”
“Oh.” I should be mad. Hell, I should want to scratch his eyes out, but weed is … it’s just weed. And I do feel more relaxed even though I haven’t had an orgasm.
Lex loosens his grip on my wrists, and instead of punching him for the deception, I reach up and lock my fingers into the dark locks of his hair. Yanking his head back, I arch up and set my teeth against the front of his throat. His whole body jerks as I bite down. Hard.
Against my core, Lex’s cock bobs, pressing closer as if the damn thing has a mind of its own and it wants to fuck inside me while I’ve got my teeth sunk into his flesh. His low masculine groan echoes off the walls. It only serves to heighten my desire. My breasts feel sore and my pussy is practically weeping at its emptiness.
Edging is so not my thing.
Releasing him, I let my head fall back to the bed and then wait. Lex doesn’t move for a moment, his head bent back, the evidence of my mark—twin rings of red teeth marks—obvious on his skin. I lick my lips, tasting blood.
When Lex lowers his head and his eyes meet mine, my heart kicks up a notch. Dark pools of liquid ash swirl dangerously. “You are so damn perfect, Jules,” he murmurs.
I frown and my mouth opens to ask him what he means. Before I can, though, one of his palms finds my thigh and pushes it upward. The next follows the same path. “And you’re even better than I imagined,” he murmurs.
I blink. Lex imagined having sex with me?
No sooner has that thought entered my head than his hips shift lower and then the head of his cock is pressed against my opening. He squeezes the fleshy head just inside my opening, and my fingers curl against my palms as I wait for him to slide deeper. When he doesn’t, I shift against the mattress and wiggle my hips lower. Lex merely smiles at me.
“ Lex… ” I moan. Surely, he’s not this cruel, is he?
At my plea, he moves a little deeper, but not much. Maybe an inch or so. I pant, my chest rising and falling between us. His eyes lock onto my peaked nipples. White teeth flash as he bites down on his lower lip. Seeing the sudden change in his attention, I press myself upward, arching until my nipples scrape against his pecs.
“Fuck me, Lex. Make me scream.” Those liquid-fire eyes of his flash to mine. I don’t manage a full breath before he’s slamming into me. His cock thrusts right in to the hilt, thick, long and stretching me wide to take all of him.
A scream echoes from my throat. “Fuck!” The word explodes from my lips and my head snaps back against the pillows as my stomach automatically cramps. I’m far too full, stretched tight, and my throat closes up as my hands reach for him.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I glance down between our bodies to where we’re joined. Lex releases a slow hissing breath and my eyes widen when he pulls himself out until only the head of his cock—sheathed in a condom and glistening with my own arousal—is hidden from view. My eyes jerk back to his as he drives into me for a second time.
A scream is ripped from my throat. Both of my thighs are pushed higher as his hands lock beneath my knees. He groans, the sound a vibrating baritone. The deeply erotic sound brands itself into me as he fucks me. Over and over again, thrusting into my cunt until the world blurs around me.
I’m gasping for air, holding on to him for dear life and so focused on the riot of sensations crawling through my body that it takes me a moment to realize he’s speaking. His voice is low and deep and slides over my ears like more of that drugged chocolate. Smoothing over my overstimulated senses with a calm that I desperately need. Then, I actually hear the words.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, but before I can answer him, he thrusts into me and the words are lost. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? God, you’re so tight. So perfect. You fit my cock like a glove—just like you were meant to take my cock.”
I bite down on my lower lip as a whimper threatens to escape. On either side of my head, his arms flex as he withdraws, his own eyes locked on where he enters me. “Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, almost absently. Each breath I take is met with one of his as he bends his head closer. “Fuck, you grip me so hard, baby.”
The whimper doesn’t even give me a warning before it bursts free, and my lips part on a long exhaling moan as he drives back into me. I never thought I could come from just penetration alone, but I haven’t even touched my clit and I’m ready to go off like a rocket. I squirm beneath him as the sensations become too much.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” The chastising tone he gives me is more amused than condescending. “No, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” Lex reaches down and grips my hips, pinning me in one place as he fucks into me even harder. “You don’t get to move until I say you can. You’re going to lie here and take my cock like a good little girl, and when I let you come…” my lips part at that and he grins. “You’re going to soak my fucking sheets and cock.”
“Awfully… full… of yourself… aren’t you?” The panting, gasping sound of my own voice as I reply doesn’t make me sound the least bit unaffected. My legs are drawn up over his thighs, spread wide so that he can watch each time he sinks inside. His cock is so thick and long that I swear my organs are going to be bruised by the time he’s done—but oh, worth it.
He grins and, fuck, but I hate how beautiful it makes him. Lex walks around like an emo nightmare with the chains and black clothes and dark looks, but when he’s on top of me, fucking my brains out, he becomes almost… human. A statue warmed by my touch. Any woman would get turned on thinking they’re special. I have to remember that it’s all just an act. He—like his friends—just wants to control me.
“ You’re full of me , aren’t you?” he shoots back. And he’s right. I’m so full of him, I swear if he comes now, I’m going to taste him on the back of my tongue. My body jerks as he hits a place deep inside me that almost sets me off.
His eyes narrow on my face. “Are you going to come for me, Jules?” Lex’s softly spoken question somehow penetrates the haze that surrounds me. “Are you going to do what I want and soak me?”
I nod quickly. Oh, I know I should be more circumspect. I should make him work for it, but damn it, he’s good at this. Far better than I ever anticipated. Bran was a football player—so are the Scorpion Kings. Where Bran was a boy masquerading as a man, though, letting mommy and daddy take care of everything and not even knowing the bare essentials on how to clean his own room or heat up leftovers… they’re different.
They’ve been on their own for far longer than I have and they haven’t faltered. They’ve thrived.
The Scorpion Kings are dangerous.
They are monsters wearing masks of civility.
They are… going to regret ever fucking with me, I remind myself as I shift my own hips lower and crane my neck back as Lex’s groin comes up against my own as his cock buries itself balls deep.
I grit my teeth and reach for him as I feel the bubble of my orgasm throb. My hands slide further back, grasping on to his neck. I’m practically folded in half as his hips snap against my asscheeks with each thrust. He fills me up, spreading me open and giving me no room to move unless it’s against him.
That violent rage from earlier and my current desire for release collides. A war is waged in my body and I’m not sure which side will win. The ceiling spins around and around.
“ Fuck. Oh, fuck. Lex! ” I gasp and pant and arch up as he hits that place deep inside me again and the balloon finally pops.
A scream is ripped from my throat and I dig my nails into the muscles of his shoulders as Lex drives into me harder than before. His whole body stills over mine a second later, but I can’t be still. I quiver and quake beneath him, the world going in and out of focus as pain and pleasure suck me into the darkest void and this time … I’m not sure if I’ll ever get free.