Chapter Six
Charlotte
“Guess.”
A single word, and it went through my chest like a lance.
For a long time—too long—Ronin, Ronin’s erection, and I stared at each other, letting the silence weigh heavy and heavier on us all.
“Y-you... want...” My voice was suddenly paper-dry. “You want someone to take your notes, fetch your meals, draw your baths, and be your pillow. I— I can do that,” I forced out. “Because that’s all you want. I can do it.”
His eerie smirk stood my neck hairs on end. “Do you know what you are to me, Hunter?”
It took a second for the sentence to penetrate.
I frowned. “I’m... a servant to you.”
Ronin tsked. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not nearly as important as that.
” He leaned over me, his red eyes swallowing mine.
“What you are is a toy. A pristine, beautiful, rare toy. But here’s the thing,” he whispered.
“All toys start out that way, and then inevitably, we grow bored of them. We break them. We toss them out. We stopped giving even half a shit about something we once begged and pleaded for. So if you’re my toy, sweet Charlotte... ”
A cool, gentle finger caressed the line of my jaw.
“What do you think is going to happen to you once I lose interest?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, not daring to let a reply slip through.
“So let’s try this again,” Ronin whispered—leaning in and tickling the shell of my ear with his lips. “What do I want from you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no use. I still saw Dora being punched and dragged off the bed. I still heard her screams.
Lips parting, I gave Ronin the answer that sealed my fate.
“Everything.”
I said the word, but I didn’t move or breathe. If I thought that would make Ronin angry, I was wrong. If anything, he was enjoying my discomfort immensely.
“Why are you just sitting there?” he asked, smirking away. “Haven’t we discussed this before? You woke him up, so you’ll put him down.”
I vividly recalled him saying that to me when he made me give him a bath. I gave him a handjob then because I was trying to prove he couldn’t get to me—
And isn’t that the same thing I’m doing now?
I swallowed hard, flicking to the closed door leading to Dora’s room. If my fear and pain was nothing but pleasure to him, then I’d deny him both.
Ronin Belphe would not get his sadistic rocks off from tricking and controlling me with my sister. He may have won, but he would not enjoy his victory.
“I—” I forced the words through a sandpapery throat. “I’ll use my mouth.”
He flapped a hand at me and the message was clear. “Get on with it.”
Inching forward, I willed my hands to stop shaking as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching for his boxers, I tugged them down and—
“Ah!”
His dick flew out, whapping me in the eye.
I sat back and then goggled at the thing. Was it always this big? I mentally shrieked, taking in ten inches of wide, veiny, girthy, pearled penis. “What did you do to it?” I blurted. “This isn’t funny, Ronin. Take the glamour off!”
He chuckled. “It’s not glamour, pet. My penis is as real as my true face. Why? Don’t you remember it from the last time you two were acquainted?”
“I do,” I forced through clenched teeth, “and it didn’t have six fucking pearls in it, so seriously, put it back! This is a weapon of oral destruction, not a cock, so stop showing off and remove the glamour.”
“A weapon of oral destruction?” He laughed. “The rodent was right about one thing, you are funny.”
The rodent?
“But it won’t change no matter how long you yell at it, so if you want to go down, I suggest you do something else with your mouth.”
I clenched my teeth, stomach churning. I hated that even now, after all of his lies and cruelty, desire stirred in my lower belly.
Think of it as a transaction. I do this for him, and he protects me and Dora. I’ve made many difficult decisions and even harder choices to protect the family I have left, this is just one of those times.
Grasping the base of his cock, I closed my eyes and put him in my mouth.
RONIN
Charlottle licked and nibbled around the tip with her eyes squeezed shut and nose wrinkled like she was swallowing bad medicine.
My face screwed up just to look at her. “You’re terrible at this,” I snapped. “You can’t give a handjob. You can’t give a blowjob. What use are you?”
She flew up, cheeks stained and eyes flashing. “Fuck you! My use isn’t measured by how—”
Flashing forward, I tightly plugged her nose.
She gasped—mid-shout—and I grabbed the back of her head, shoving her head down on my cock.
Charlotte choked around my length, eyes bugging. She pounded my thighs, straining to pull back—but the little chipmunk had a chipmunk’s strength.
“No teeth.” I grasped the back of her head with both hands. “Do it properly.”
Lifting off the chair, I pumped in her mouth—fever rising beneath my skin. For all that I said her skills were terrible, I could not give a bad review of her mouth. Hot, soft, and wet—her throat sucked me in and held me fast, refusing to let go.
“Fuck,” I gritted, eyes trying to roll up in my head.
I had fucked more women than I could count. Literally, too many for me to count unless I wanted to be here all week. All those wild, dirty fucks with partners each more experienced, willing, and desperate to please than the last.
So why was it so different with Charlotte Hunter?
Tears soaked her face. She was dangerously red—gasping and gagging as she fought to breathe.
Her nails dug deep into my pants, piercing me through the fabric.
All her histrionics left me doing this task on my own...
and still it was the best blowjob I ever had by so wide a margin, I was about to embarrass myself.
“Shit!” I pulled out—exploding on her face.
“Kergh!” Charlotte doubled over on the carpet, coughing and hacking her lungs up. Clutching her throat, she glared at me through a mask of cum and tears—defiant to the last.
I collapsed on the armchair, my dick still twitching and spasming like mad. “I have to apologize to you, Charlotte.”
“For which horrible thing you’ve done in the last hour!? There’s so much to choose from!”
“I have to apologize”—grasping her by the arm, I lifted her up and tossed her on the bed—“for pulling a minute-man and finishing so fast. But don’t worry,” I growled, tearing my clothes off. “I’ll last much longer in the next round.”
“N-next round?”
I ate the distance between us, raking her up and down. How had such a scrumptious prize fallen into my lap? Was I going to have to do something I’d never done in my life? Say thank you.
Thank you to that irritating, red-eyed crybaby, fallen angel for kicking off another plot for inter-realm dominance that resulted in him bringing me Charlotte Hunter.
I loved to lie, but I wasn’t doing it now when I admitted I thought I’d already be tired of her by now. It’s the chasing of the prey that’s exciting. The fun’s over when it’s caught. But not this time.
Out of those asylum-chic outfits was a body sculpted by the goddess Aphrodite herself.
Her velvety pale skin kept a record of my touch from her red, swollen lips to my fingerprints on her wrists.
She looked like a slight wisp of a thing at first glance, but a closer look revealed lean, hard muscle rippling down her calves, and abs hidden under her shirt.
But by far, the most beautiful thing about Charlotte—
I climbed on top of her and licked the mark on her shoulder.
—was that she was mine.
“Wait,” Charlotte cried as I pried open her legs. “Don’t!”
Looking down, the grin left my lips. Dotting the inside of her thigh in the most intimate place it could be, were dozens of vampire bites in various stages of healing.
I snarled, energy crackling off my skin. A surge of hate escaped me and blasted through the room, shattering the lamps.
“Ahh!” Charlotte snapped to the side, covering her face from the onslaught of flying glass. “What the hell’s the matter with you!”
“Radu,” I hissed, feeling my malevolent form rattling its cage—frantic to get out and do some leech-hunting. In the time Charlotte was “dead,” it wasn’t until Tristan told me that I found out Radu had lied about killing her and was instead keeping her hostage in his quarters.
Of course he wasn’t going to squirrel away a mortal for any reason other than a private food course, but just because it was the logical conclusion doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fatal one.
“Don’t worry, pet.” Charlotte shivered as I stroked a finger along her thigh. The fang marks slowly faded away. “He’ll die for this.”
“What?” She lifted her head, frowning at me. “Who will die? What are you talking—?”
Diving down, I buried my head between her legs—devouring her pussy as the name written on my strings of fate demanded.
“Ahh-ugh!” Surprise snagged her scream on a moan. The woman twisted like a corkscrew—kicking, failing, and squeezing my head fit to tear it off. “Ronin, stop, no!” She grabbed hold of my horns trying to pry me off—the exact opposite of the right move.
Her rough, hot-blooded grip on the most sensitive part of me was a direct signal to my cock, ordering it to attention. I was already so hard it hurt, and I hadn’t even put it in yet.
I plundered every inch of her sweet, poisoned well—not bothering to be gentle or slow about it.
“Ahh!” Charlotte cried out. The heels of her feet pummeled my back while she yanked on my horns. “Ronin, e-enough, please— Are your ears for decoration, demon?! I said get off!” She bounced her hips up and down, trying to shake me off.
Smirking into her pussy, I stuck out my tongue and left her to it.
“Uhh!” Charlottle impaled herself on my tongue, driving me deeper and deeper into her tasty hole.
Was she even still trying to shake me loose?
She couldn’t seem to decide as her bouncing picked up speed—hips moving on their own—while her wild tugging on my horns appeared more focused on keeping my head down.
“No,” she screamed, back arching off the bed. “D-don’t—!”
Charlotte came hard.