Chapter 18
CHRISTOPHER
My gun clatters to the floor.
“What do you-
Calista’s words get caught off by my lips.
Grabbing the back of her head, I haul her against me, crushing our bodies together until there isn’t an inch of space between us. Teeth snap and snarl as I maul the fuck out of her mouth, my hands going for the silky strands of her ponytail instead of the diamond in her pocket.
Yanking her head to the side, I express my frustration by shoving my tongue down her throat. I can still taste the residue of her latest conquest, the cum that should be mine driving me to the point of insanity.
Gripping her hips tightly, I run my thumb down the front of her leather pants. They’re thinner than expected, a teasing layer of fabric that guides my thumb right to her swollen clit hiding beneath the material.
“That’s a good boy.”
Part purr, part murmur, the look of pleasure that takes over Calista’s face just about pulls me under. Pressing down hard, I stroke her roughly, feeling the buck of her hips against my hand.
“I’m not a good boy.”
I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon, the pressure in my dick almost unbearable.
“No.” She bites my lip hard, drawing a groan out of me, “But you can be my good boy.”
Christ. This woman.
She spreads her legs and I slip a hand beneath her waistband. Keeping the pressure on her clit, I follow the curve of her ass until the slick surface of her folds hit my fingers.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.”
An unseen thong gets pushed to the side as I slip a finger inside. Thrusting slowly, I feel the tight pressure of her walls clench around me.
“Is this all for me, darling?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Devil.” A teasing grin hits her lips, “Elle already had me ready before you came along.”
Not the words I want to hear.
Tightening my grip on her ponytail, I shut her up with another kiss. The heat between us starts to build and smoulder as I slip another finger inside her. Thrusting in and out, I kiss her through the penetration, swallowing the sounds she makes for me and me alone.
Her nails scrape the back of my skull and down my neck, slipping beneath the tattered edge of my shirt. I feel her make her way south, across my shoulders and down my vertebrae as though she plans on counting them all.
Before she can hit the ridge on my back, I pull my hand out of her pants and kick the back of her knees. Calista buckles and drops to the floor, the golden strands of her hair still wrapped around my fist.
“I think I’ve heard enough from you tonight.” A growl seeps into my voice, “Take it out.”
Emerald flames flicker with unbridled desire as her swollen lips stretch into a smile.
“Are you being bossy again, Devil?”
“You heard what I said.” Thrusting my hips forward, my grip tightens, “Take my cock out and put it in your mouth. Before I have to choke you with it.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Open your mouth and we’ll find out.”
I watch Calista Drache undo my zipper and slip a hand inside my cargo pants. Her nails tease the side of my length, the gentle scratches and not-so gentle squeezes ensuring all the blood in my body lies between her hands.
“He’s smaller than I expected.” She gives me a teasing grin, her eyes dancing up to my face, “But don’t worry, they say the size doesn’t matter.”
“I wasn’t worried, darling.”
A smirk hits my face as I watch her take out my dick. Her eyes grow wide with surprise, the green orbs soaking in the true gems of my labour.
“Oh, my.” She breathes out the words, “What a pretty boy you are.”
The barbell sits loud and proud on the end of my dick, the ampallang piercing running beneath the thick skin decorating my tip. It helps to even out the flow of tattoos from my lower abdomen to the top my thighs, and better yet, I’ve yet to get a complaint about wearing jewellery to bed.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
“Open your mouth, Miss Drache.”
A fire ignites in her eyes, the look of a woman who enjoys submission just as much as dominance. It’s a look that has anticipation racing up my spine, a silent truce that says she won’t slit my throat until after this is over.
“Don’t forget your promise.”
It’s the last thing she says before wrapping her lips around me.
A groan slips from my mouth when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing eagerly before pulling back and doing it again. Her tongue flicks my piercings with every bob, the tight suction of her mouth the perfect hole to fuck.
“Shit. You feel so good.”
Pumping my hips, I start to fuck her face, keeping her head steady as I shove my cock down her throat. Calista moans every so often, the vibrations sending pleasure burning through my body.
Her nails dig into my hips, pressing me harder into her. Saliva drips down her chin and onto the floor but her eyes are pinned on me.
Watching me fuck her tongue with wild abandon.
It’s a sight I’ll never forget, Calista Drache on her knees with her mouth full of cock. She chokes and gags but not once does she ask me to stop.
Her hands slide from my hips to my balls, cupping and squeezing until I’m the one choking for air. Even in a submissive position Calista is in complete control, toying and teasing me until the orgasm explodes right down her throat.
“Fuck.”
Shoving her head forward, I fuck the back of her throat until the stream trickles and dies. Curses flow from my mouth as the wave washes over me, obliterating all my self-control and knocking me senseless.
Calista sucks me through it all, draining every last drop of cum from my body. Frizzy, tangled strands of hair hang loose from her ponytail, the messy curls framing her face in a way that should be illegal.
Even on her knees, this woman looks like a fucking queen.
“Well, that was fun.” Sitting back on her heels, Calista wipes her chin with the back of her hand, “We should do that again sometime.”
“Don’t you want to-
My mouth snaps shut when I feel the handcuff snap around my ankle. Calista offers me a sly smile, one that sends my heart plummeting as she snaps the other cuff to my opposite ankle.
“The Velcro was a nice touch.” Climbing back to her feet, she holds up two strips of fabric with a wicked grin, “But I’m afraid the inside of your pants can only hide so much. Especially when someone gets distracted so easily.”
I stare at the gems I stole from Ingrid's coffin, the pouches that should still be hanging off my ass.
Now that the blowjob haze has cleared, I can feel the missing weight as clearly as I can see the sparkling fortune dangling from Calista’s fingertips.
“There is only one thing you need to remember.” She steps forward, bringing us eye-to-fucking-eye, “You’re not the villain of this story, Devil. I am.”
I stare at her, wishing the look in her eyes didn’t look so empty.
“You're a lot of things, Miss Drache, but a villain is not one of them.”
She takes a step back, taking my crew’s future with it, “We’ll see about that.”
I watch her turn and walk out the door, the soft sway of her hips no match for the shout that rattles the entire castle.
“Guards! Come quick – someone’s trying to steal the crystals from the coffin.”
The cuffs around my ankles tighten and almost topple me over when I try to take a step forward. Cursing and scrambling to put my dick back in my pants, I start hopping towards the nearest window.
Stained glass must cost a bloody fortune, but I pay it no attention when I grab the closest object and chuck it through the window. Shouts and thundering feet burst into the throne room just as I launch myself into the night sky.
The wooden roof of the wishing well slaps me hard across the back, knocking the breath from my lungs as I fall onto the cobblestones below. Rain drizzles from the grey storm clouds, splashing my face and sealing my eyes shut for one blissful moment.
“There he is!”
Pulling the multi-tool from my pocket, I force my aching body into sitting position.
The handcuffs fall free from my ankles, the simple locking mechanism one I mastered years ago. Ronan’s bite marks look red and ugly under this lighting, and I can’t help but think he isn’t the only one who left a mark on me tonight.
Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes.
Each take a turn haunting me as I race through the forbidden forest, keeping a close eye out for the one thing that can take me down.
The person who just fucked up my entire plan.