Chapter 84 - Rhyland
Rhyland
I'm fucking livid as we storm back to the car, my grip on Dani's waist tight as steel. That little stunt with the waiter? Pushing her tits in his face, eye-fucking him, flirting with him, right in front of me? She's crossed a line.
She knows damn well what that shit does to me.
It's one thing for some limp-dick asshole to drool over my woman.
It's a whole other level of disrespect when she's the one doing the flirting.
Well, congratu-fucking-lations, baby. You've got my full attention now, and you will regret every second of it.
We left the restaurant without dessert, my anger boiling as I dragged Dani out the door. She groaned in disappointment, but I was too pissed to care.
As we walk back to the car, my eyes devour every inch of Dani.
She's a fucking vision in that sinful dress.
The deep red fabric clings to her curves, hugging her hips and ass in a way that makes my mouth water.
The neckline plunges dangerously low, offering that dumbass waiter and anyone else a glimpse of her cleavage, her tits threatening to spill out with every breath she takes.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Her silky brown hair, now streaked with golden highlights, cascades down her bare back like a waterfall. My fingers itch to trace the line of her spine, to feel the softness of her skin under my touch.
As she walks, the dress shifts, revealing a glimpse of her toned thigh through the daring slit. My cock strains against my zipper, but my rage overshadows my lust.
I take a deep breath, expecting to be hit by her intoxicating scent—that mix of honey and spice that drives me fucking wild.
But there's nothing. That damn potion of hers has masked her scent completely.
It's like a punch to the gut, unable to smell her.
But even without her scent filling my nostrils, the sight of her alone is enough to make my blood boil with need.
I will teach my little Vixen a lesson she won't soon forget—she wants to act like a bratty tease? I'll treat her like one. And when I'm finished, she won't be able to sit pretty without remembering who the fuck she belongs to.
By the time this night is over, she's gonna wish she never pissed me off.
"Rhyland, let go," Dani huffs, trying to shrug off my grip, but I'm not having it.
We reach the car, and I push her back against it, caging her in with my body. Her breathing quickens, her golden eyes wide with fear and defiance.
Good, she should be scared.
I lean in close, my voice a menacing growl. "Did you have fun in there, Angel?"
Dani dares to look unfazed. "Yup, sure did. You?"
I resist the urge to bend her over the hood and spank that sassy ass raw. "Aren't you just precious? Think you've won, huh? Pissing me off, flirting with that piece of shit right in front of me, flaunting your tits like a bitch in heat? You wanna be treated like a whore, baby?"
Anger flashes in her eyes, but beneath it, I can smell her arousal. She's probably feeling my rage through our bond, knowing fully what her little stunt would do to me.
"I wasn't acting like a whore, Rhyland," she spits, her chest heaving with each labored breath.
My gaze drops to her breasts, barely contained by her dress. Dipping my head, I drag my tongue along the swell of her cleavage, working my way up her neck, feeling her throat bob as she swallows hard. "No? Could've fooled me, the way you were shoving these in that fucker's face."
"Fuck you," she hisses, even as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. "I was just having a little fun. Not my fault you're a possessive asshole who can't take a joke."
I chuckle darkly, my fangs grazing her pulse point. "Oh, I can take a joke, Angel. But you and I both know that wasn't a fucking joke. That was you testing me, pushing my buttons like the bratty little temptress you are."
She's been on edge for hours, desperate for release, but I'm not about to give her that satisfaction. Not when she's earned herself a thorough punishment.
She gasps as I bite down, my fangs piercing her soft skin. I drink deeply, savoring the sweet and spicy honey taste of her blood on my tongue. "And now," I murmur against her throat, "you're gonna pay for it. I never got my dessert, after all. Guess I'll just have to settle for you instead."
Dani melts against me as I hold her up, drinking deeply from her throat. My venom courses through her veins, igniting every nerve ending with white-hot pleasure. She whimpers, rubbing her body against mine, my hard cock pressing into her soft belly.
I pull away, my fangs tearing into my wrist. Dani's eyes are half-lidded, glazed over with lust and need. "Drink," I command, pressing my bleeding wrist to her lips. "Drink it all down like a good little girl."
She's going to be so far fucking gone, so drunk on my blood and my venom, that she won't know which way is up. I want her completely under my spell, lost to everything but the pleasure and pain I give her and what I am about to do.
Dani's lips close around the wound, her tongue lapping at the crimson flow. Her pupils are blown wide, the golden irises nearly swallowed by inky black desire. The sight of her, the feel of her mouth on me, it's almost too much. My cock weeps in my pants, begging for release.
But I hold back, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of sensation. I won't give in, not yet. Not until she's completely lost in me—lost to what I have planned for her next.
"That's it, Angel," I growl, my voice a gravelly purr. My free hand tangles in her hair, guiding and possessing her. Take it all down." I feel her swallowing my essence and a shockwave of desire coursing through me. "That's a good girl."
My words soothe her, her golden eyes becoming heavy with desire and submission. Seeing her like this, trusting and needy, makes my inner beast purr with satisfaction.
I've never pushed her this far before, never given her this much of my blood and venom at once.
But I need her pliant, entirely under my thrall, for what will happen.
Only by surrendering to my power, my control, can she fully embrace the depths of her desire, the filthy fantasies she's kept locked away for so long.
It's a delicate balance, walking the line between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission. But I know my angel, know her limits and her needs. I'll push her to the brink, shatter her into a million pieces, only to put her back together again, stronger and more beautiful than ever.
She moans around my wrist, her body trembling as the blood and venom work their magic. I can feel her arousal through our bond, a tidal wave of need and desperation that threatens to consume us both.
But I ride it out, letting her drink her fill until she's teetering on the edge of oblivion. Only then do I pull away, licking the wound closed with a quick swipe of my tongue.
"Good girl," I murmur, my voice rough with hunger. "Now, let's see how long you can last before you're begging me to fuck you senseless."
We arrive at my next destination, Dani, in a daze beside me. "Where... where are we?" she murmurs, her voice thick with confusion and desire.
I ignore her question, step out of the car, and move to her side.
I open the door, helping her to her feet.
Her pretty pink toes are encased in those sexy black heels, and her long, sun-kissed legs swing out.
She stands on unsteady feet, and I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
Gripping her chin, I tilt her face up to meet my gaze. She's so far gone, drunk on my blood and venom, that I can feel her inhibitions melting away through our bond. Perfect.
Exactly where I want her.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the establishment's back entrance. The bouncer asks for my credentials, which I provide without hesitation.
As we step inside, it's like entering another world entirely.
Low lights cast a seductive glow, sultry music pulsing through the air.
People are everywhere, tucked away in hidden corners, lost in the throes of passion.
Fucking, sucking, threesomes, and more—a decadent display of hedonism and desire.
Vampires and other supernaturals mingle freely, indulging in every depraved act imaginable.
Thank fuck for Dani's potion, masking her scent from prying noses.
I discovered this exclusive exhibitionist club online last week, knowing it would cater perfectly to Dani's deepest fantasies of being taken, claimed, in public.
I doubt even Lucian is aware of its existence.
Gaining membership required a hefty fee and extensive vetting, but I didn't give a single fuck.
I made the calls, paid the price, and now I get to play with my angel in the most delicious ways.
Dani sucks in a sharp breath as she takes in the scene before her, her eyes widening. "Rhyland..." she starts, a warning in her tone that comes out as more of a needy whimper.
Her grip on my bicep tightens as I lead her to the front desk. I give the attendant my name, and he nods in recognition, guiding us to our private table.
"Thank you, Mr. Erikkson. Please use the provided button when you're ready for the other room," he says, handing me a small device resembling a garage door opener. With a curt nod, he takes his leave.
I smirk, pocketing the buzzer. Oh, I have plans for that room—for my naughty angel. She has no idea what's in store for her tonight.
But first, I'm going to enjoy playing with her. Make her see what her teasing and bratty behavior has unleashed. And by the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging me to take her, to claim her in front of everyone.
Dani's eyes dart around the room, taking in the sights before her. The haze of desire still clouds her gaze, but a flicker of confusion breaks through. "Where the hell are we, Rhyland?" she asks, her voice breathy and strained.