11. Eleven
11
ELEVEN
MILA
M y body was riddled with exhaustion, drained of all energy, between the loss of the high I had from the pill Maddie gave me, and the intense lovemaking with a man that seemed otherworldly. As Archer hoisted me in his arms and carried me into the bathroom, I could barely keep my eyes open. The massive bathtub stood as a centerpiece, adorned with intricate stone patterns resembling ancient Greek architecture. Every muscle in my body throbbed. Most of the pain now settled between my thighs. He gently lay me in the hot water, and I winced when it hit my raw, swollen pussy. I looked up at him, and my eyes centered on his cock. He was covered in blood.
My blood.
It coated his thighs and covered his erection. Even now, he was hard. I blushed as I thought about what we had done and looked away, nervously fidgeting with my hands.
"Don't look away," he softly scolded me. "I want you to see your innocence coating my dick. Marking me as yours."
My breath hitched as his gaze bore into me. "I didn't realize there would be so much," I responded truthfully, looking up at him.
Archer's eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of desire as he gently ran his hand along the length of his erection and smeared it across his mouth, running his tongue across his lips. There was something undeniably primal about giving myself to him. Something that went beyond the realm of lust and desire. A connection so deep that I felt as though my very soul had been torn open and bound to his.
He leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. I tasted the iron of my blood mingled with the saltiness of his sweat. Our tongues danced together, and I smiled as I thought about how I gave myself to him willingly, and how good it felt to be wanted by him, body and soul.
He slid into the water behind me, pulling my aching body against him. Bright red blood rose to the surface, swirling amidst the eucalyptus-scented bubbles, reminding me that I was no longer innocent.
With a tender kiss on the back of my neck, he reached between my legs and gently ran his fingers across my skin. His touch was both agonizing and arousing. I couldn't help but gasp as he gently massaged my tender skin. I lay my head back against his chest and let him wash my blood and his cum from me. His fingers continued to trace gentle patterns on my skin as the bubbles and steam danced around us.
The water began to change color, a deep crimson hue spreading to the surface. "Your body was made to be mine, and I'll take every last drop of you until you're kneeling in front of me, begging for a taste."
"What if I resist?" I teased, trying to mask my desire with playful defiance.
"Then you'll learn that resistance is futile," he whispered as he planted kisses down my neck and nipped at my collarbone. He reached between my legs again, this time firmly gripping me, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my entire body. "You'll beg me for more," he promised, his voice dark and seductive.
I moaned, my insides twisting in a knot.
"I love how your body responds to me," he whispered.
He continued to caress me, his fingers dancing across my skin. His dominance was intoxicating, and I found myself craving his touch more than ever before. As if reading my mind, he pulled me closer. I turned around to straddle him and let out a soft whimper as his cock pushed inside of me.
"Oh, God," I breathed, clinging to his neck and shifting my body to relieve the pressure as he stretched me again.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked.
I could feel the sincerity in his words. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking his head back as I lowered myself onto him, slowly moving up and down. From this position, I could control the angle and the depth of his penetration. With each stroke, he bit his lip, trying to contain his pleasure, but the sound of wetness echoing in the bathroom seemed to fuel him even more. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the hunger that had been in them all night.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"You're a monster," I replied through gritted teeth, my voice shaking as I tried to process the intensity of what was happening.
"Look at the way you're riding me, relaxing into it," he said, smirking. "You love it, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of his thrusts.
"Say it louder," he commanded, his eyes narrowing.
"I love it," I exclaimed, my voice finally ringing out.
He grinned, his thrusts growing more erratic. The water filled with more blood, the color deepening as it swirled around us. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked into his eyes, his grip tightening on my hips with each plunge. I moaned in pleasure and pain as the throbbing ache between my legs grew stronger by the second. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze intense and possessive, our bodies undulating in a dark dance of dominance and submission.
"Harder," I whispered. "Fuck me harder."
He didn't need to be told twice. He changed the angle of his hips, digging his fingers into me, thrusting deeper and harder, scraping against the sensitive flesh of my inner walls. With each stroke, my breath hitched, and my head fell forward, my long hair falling around us.
His body tensed and strained as the moment of release approached. His cock pulsed inside of me, and I knew that he was about to fill me with everything he had left.
"Archer, don't stop," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Take me. Take everything."
He slammed into me, his hips driving against my wet flesh. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the fire of possession burning within them. As my orgasm surged through me, I cried out, my body arching off his, tension coiling tight within like a spring before snapping, releasing a torrent of pleasure that left me breathless, my body shaking. It was the rush of a thousand wings, the heat of a thousand suns, and the bursting of a thousand dams as I flew off the edge and into the abyss with him. My body surrendered to every sensation, and my voice unleashed a symphony of pleasure. My lips were bruised from biting down on them, my mouth dry, and my throat raw from the sounds that escaped.
His fingers dug into my hips, the sound of our wet skin slapping together blending with his grunts and groans. A surge of warmth exploded inside of me, his cock pulsating with every last drop of his cum. His body trembled, and his head fell back, his eyes closed.
I took this opportunity to run my fingers through his hair, tracing the lines of his scalp and feeling the wetness of the water against my skin. Blood and cum covered us, a twisted dance of desire and violence. I kissed his neck, my mouth lingering against his wet skin, his heartbeat thudding beneath my lips. The heady mix of blood and sweat left me intoxicated.
My mind was caught in a state of euphoria; I hardly noticed when he picked me up out of the tub and dried me off. At some point, he wrapped me up in a blanket and nestled up behind me on the bed, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
When I woke, there was sunlight shining through a slit in the black velvet curtains that covered his windows. Stretching my arms above my head, I yawned and rolled over, feeling for his warm body. My hands found only cold sheets, empty of the man that held me last night. I sat up, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and looked around to find I was alone in his room.
The room itself was a reflection of his enigmatic nature. Dark wooden furniture adorned with intricate carvings filled the space, their polished surfaces gleaming in the sunlight. My eyes wandered over a collection of antique trinkets displayed on the mantelpiece, each with its own mysterious story. The air carried a faint scent of his cologne—sandalwood and tobacco—as if he had left only moments ago. There were shelves upon shelves of books lining the walls in the corner of his room. I ran my fingers along the spines, feeling the texture under my touch. Dante's Inferno.
Interesting.
My curiosity was interrupted by loud knocks on the door. I tiptoed into the bathroom, searching for a robe. I grabbed a cream robe hanging from a hook next to the shower and had barely made it back to the bed when the door opened, and my blonde best friend stomped inside. She stood near the doorway, annoyance and concern etched across her face.
"Mila? I've been calling you for hours," she stated.
"I haven't seen my phone since last night... before falling into the quarry."
She huffed, crossed her arms, and calmly nodded toward the end table. "If you're going to lie to me, you could at least hide it first."
I followed her gaze to the end table, where my phone was sitting on top of my clothes, now dry and folded neatly. "Oh," I mumbled, confusion seeping into my voice. "I don't remember having it when we got here."
Her eyes softened, and she came closer to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Are you alright? I was so worried about you."
I stared at her momentarily, contemplating how much I should share. Before I could respond, her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the ambiance surrounding us. Her eyes widened as they landed on dried crimson bloodstain in the center of the bed.
Her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she turned to me, her voice barely a whisper. "Mila, what happened here? Is that blood?"
I gulped, a wave of panic washing over me. "I-I…"
She gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth. "Oh my God. This is your blood! Are you kidding me? You let that playboy take your virginity? I can't believe this. He took advantage of you. That's the only explanation. I'm going to kill him when I see him."
"Lacey, please. Stop," I pleaded with her.
"Mila, how could you give something so important to...him?" She gave me a disgusted look. "I am making you an appointment to get tested. Who knows what diseases he has."
"Enough!" I snapped, standing up in anger.
She closed her mouth, staring at me in shock, waiting for me to continue. I usually let Lacey go on her tangents, never interrupting her, listening to every word she said. I didn't regret my decision to hook up with Archer last night. Not even a little bit. In fact, I felt powerful. I finally embraced my femininity. Archer was wild, and his presence called to me. I couldn't have picked a better person, monster or not, to let go with.
"Look, I know you just want the best for me. No one is faulting you for that. But you can't keep controlling my life. I am not a little girl. I can have the experiences you and every other girl here have. Archer may not have been your choice, and that's alright. He was my choice. He didn't take advantage of me. I was and still am of sound mind, and I would make the decision to be with him again."
Lacey's eyes widened in disbelief, her jaw slack. "Mila, he's a monster. And you're an angel. I can't believe you gave your virginity away so easily."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "He isn't a monster. He was an experience that I deserved to have."
"Do you really believe that?" she asked, her voice full of skepticism.
"Yes, I do," I replied, my voice steady and firm. "I've been living in your shadow for too long. I want to step out of your protective bubble and live my own life for once. Even if it was just for one night, being with Archer made me feel alive.”
She sighed, obviously not happy with the situation but accepting that she couldn't change my mind. "Fine, but I don't like this. I want you to promise me that you'll use your head and be smart. I've heard about the things he does to girls like you, and I don't want you to get your heart broken.”
"I promise," I said, wrapping my best friend in a tight embrace.
As I hugged her, I could feel the tension in her body. I knew this was a turning point in our friendship, but I also knew that I couldn't compromise my happiness to please her. We were both strong-willed, independent women, and it was time that we started treating each other as equals.
Lacey pulled away from me. "I have instructions to take you home. I guess Archer and the others had to leave abruptly."
"What? Where did they go?"
"I don't know. All I was told was to get you home. So get dressed so we can go and catch up on Gossip Girl reruns." She smacked my butt playfully as I slid the robe off and started to get dressed. My clothes smelled like fresh laundry and Archer. A smile spread across my face at the thought of him, making my heart flutter. With a grin, I laced up my boots and snatched my cell phone from the nightstand.
As Lacey drove home, I checked my messages and saw one from " Archer ." He must have put his number in my phone while I was sleeping.
"Had to take care of something. I left you a present at your apartment. I expect to see you wearing it when I get back."
"You know, breaking and entering is a felony, "
Three dots appeared almost instantly.
I've done worse. How are you feeling?
Sore.
Good.
When will you be back?
Soon.
Be safe.
Always.
I carefully placed my phone on my lap, feeling exhaustion wash over me. Leaning back against the soft leather headrest, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The car suddenly jolted to a stop, signaling our arrival at the parking garage of our townhouse. Lacey hopped out of the car and disappeared into her room while I slowly made my way up the stairs and into my bathroom. The hot water cascading over my body in the shower eased the tension in my muscles, bringing a sense of calm to my mind. Despite Lacey's apparent anger toward me, I knew that, given some time, she would return to her cheerful self, and this argument would be forgotten.
As I entered my room, I noticed a black box on my bed with a bright red ribbon neatly tied around it. Pulling on a comfortable T-shirt, I eagerly opened the box. When I peeled back the tissue paper, there was red lingerie—a see-through babydoll top and a matching red thong. I traced the delicate lace with my fingers, feeling a rush of excitement flush across my skin. The thought of wearing it for Archer while his tongue moved inside of me had me clenching my thighs. I placed the lingerie back inside the box and slid it under my bed.
Thank you for my gift.
I texted Archer.
I waited a few minutes to see if he would reply, but the message remained in “delivered” status. Plugging my phone in, I slid into my bed, wrapped my pink comforter tightly around me, and fell into sleep dreaming about my tall, dark, and handsome fuck buddy.