Chapter 42
"Just tear me apart already," I demanded, my lips brushing against hers with a growl.
"You want to be torn?" She seized both my hands, flipping me over. Her grip held my head down, pressing my chin into the sheets.
"Just do it," I groaned as her fingers closed tightly around my throat.
"You're asking for something that could be your undoing... When you say 'torn apart'..." Her fingers felt as if they'd sharpened in an instant, trailing down my spine with a sharpness that made my breath hitch. They stopped at my tailbone, tapping three times.
"What exactly does 'torn apart' mean to you?"
"Do you want an English lesson, Wade, or do you want your cock wherever you please?" I was a second away from overthinking every choice that led me here.
I wrestled against her grip, desperate to take her in, to feel her inside me, filling me, stretching me. But she was playing, teasing, letting the hard tip of her cock graze over one cheek of my ass.
"Why are you like this?" she gritted out, trying to hold back. She really shouldn't.
"Like what?" I replied with a rough laugh.
"Practically drooling to be taken, your desire so wild it's feral." Her low growl reverberated against my flushed skin. "You're burning up like an old engine, every inch of you aching for me—and yet, you look at me like you hate me." Her hand tightened around my neck, forcing me to meet her gaze.
"That's how it works, Wade. We use each other."
She let her tongue linger, taunting me for five slow seconds. "Oh, I want to use you. Every inch of me craves it, but your kind of use... it feels like something sinister."
"Is the woman who killed three rowdy men for me really telling me my intentions are too sinister?
" I began moving, grinding against her with the practiced skill of a dancer.
My gaze flicked up, catching the brief moment she lost control.
Her eyes closed, her breath coming out in a rush, as if she'd been waiting her whole life just to feel my warmth pressed against her, my body sliding over her cock.
"I killed them because I love you."
"You don't know what love is, Wade."
She scoffed, eyes opening to reveal ruby-red depths set like jewels against her beauty. "I've lived too long not to. I'd say you're the one who's scared of love."
Her words struck me silent, the sequence of my hips faltering as her voice echoed in my mind. I remembered what Kem had said, the thought igniting a quiet fury as I clenched my teeth, simmering.
"Just fuck me now, please," I begged, desperate to forget that my friend had fallen in love with one of these creatures—one I couldn't get enough of, even as she took me.
In a single motion, she pulled down her sweatpants, her shirt snapped off over her head with one swift move. She leaned down, her cock filling me completely, throbbing deep within.
"Yes, Wade!" I gasped, my throat raw, eyes misting. "Oh my God!" The words tore from me, louder than I'd expected. I spread my legs wider, hips arching up, letting her slide even deeper until she hit that spot that drove me wild.
Her hand tightened around my wrists, stretching my arms out, fingers just grazing the bedframe. I could stay like this forever, letting her take me, despite the deep ache of hatred that somehow only made my body crave her more.
But she didn't take me roughly, didn't pound into me.
She just watched, letting me move on her, eyes fixed on my body.
I felt my arousal spill down over her perfectly sculpted length, her skin as if crafted by divine hands.
Every inch of her felt like it had been carefully designed to torment me—especially her balls, heavy and full, swollen to the perfect size, carrying everything I wanted and hated in equal measure.
I was the aggressor, and I loved how she allowed it, letting me go wild. Biting and growling into the pillow that smelled of her, I whimpered and begged her not to move.
"You're doing such a beautiful job," I praised, and she looked up at me, swallowing hard. She was a perfectly sculpted stone beneath me, letting me take control—letting me truly lose myself.
"Oh my god, Wade, you're such a good girl," I breathed, sliding down her cock, tightening around her, watching her eyes clench shut.
"Fuck," she whispered hoarsely. "And then you wonder why I love you so much."
"Just be quiet," I moaned, grinding my hips down onto her, savoring every inch of her cock buried in me. She gave a slight thrust forward, though I knew it wasn't slight at all; it was her taking back her identity, the vamp who thrived on control.
Her expression said it all—she was finally going to tear me apart.
She pulled out, flipping me onto my back, her fingers awakening something deep within me. "Let's fuck, completely," she murmured, her voice thick with intent.
She plunged back into me, my body arching as I rose up, allowing her to slide a hand beneath my back and anchor me firmly onto her thick cock, leaving no room for escape. All I could do was grip her flawless skin.
She was taking me with raw, unfiltered passion.
"My kind of fun is usually a little different," she murmured.
"It involves both your feet right here by my ears.
.. You know I love hearing the blood pulse through your veins.
" She thrust deeply, her balls hitting just beneath where she was stretching me, every movement feeling like she was carving out space for herself.
This wasn't delicate; there was nothing royal or reserved about her now. Glancing at her face, I could see the focus of a master at work, not a princess destined for a throne. She tossed me aside for a moment, her gaze unreadable, devoid of emotion.
I whimpered, reaching to touch her cheek, but she brushed my hand away, eyes dark with something primal, almost deadly. She had my feet positioned beside her ears, listening to my pulse, pounding into me, taking every scream without hesitation. And I... I didn't care either.
She brought me to climax, her release filling me, and then tossed me back onto the bed. I rolled onto my back, her cock still hard, poised for more. But I curled up, shaking my head, unable to go any further.
She chuckled, crawling into bed and pulling me against her. Her body felt warm, surprisingly so. I trailed my hands over her, wondering why she didn't feel like the cold-blooded creature she was. Instead, she felt like a slowly burning fireplace in the last days of autumn.
I pressed closer, my gaze drifting to the ceiling. "Do all of your kind fuck this well?"
Beside me, her breath stilled. She flicked her dark undercut hair back from her face, glaring at me.
"Have you had someone else inside you?"
"I never actually got around to it. I hated your kind too much."
"For once, I'm glad you did."
"Does it matter who I was with before?" I asked.
"Not if they're dead."
I remembered that she'd killed my old boss, drained him dry, making it look like just another casualty. Since I'd been with her, she'd killed four people. I'd only approved of the first one.
"That's all in the past. And we're not together."
"We are together. Right now, we're together. We've been together all day. I've filled you more times than I can count, and you're saying we're not together? We've practically christened the whole house."
She hadn't let us rest. She'd given me a tour of the penthouse, keeping me full the entire time—a tour I wouldn't soon forget.
"It's nothing special," I muttered.
"It's everything," her voice darkened, "everything it should be.
" She spun me onto my back, pressing me into her warm chest. Her hand tightened around my neck, her cock finding its way into me with ease.
She thrust deeply, her expression raw, almost desperate.
I tried not to moan, but she was hitting every perfect spot, leaving me quietly begging for more.
"I'm going to..." She thrust harder, each movement like a bulldozer clearing its path. "I'm going to make this cock turn you soft."