49. Leandra #2
But he doesn’t stop.
Even then he gives me no reprieve.
He pulls out of me, and I feel the sudden, aching emptiness like a loss but before I can protest, he’s dragging me across the room to the bed.
He throws me onto the mattress, and I land on my back, my legs falling open.
He’s on me in an instant, his body covering mine, his mouth finding my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down, and the sharp sting makes me buck against him.
My hands fly to his hair, pulling it, twisting it.
He groans around my flesh and moves to the other breast, giving it the same brutal, adoring treatment, until both nipples are red and throbbing and I’m writhing beneath him, my hips grinding against the hard plane of his stomach.
“Turn over,” he orders, pulling back just enough to look at me.
His face is a masterpiece of depravity; lips reddened with a smear of my blood at the corner of his mouth.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on, more desperate to not just be fucked but to be ruined, to be completely and utterly destroyed.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
I obey without hesitating. I roll over and push myself up, my arms trembling, my thighs slick with my own arousal.
I feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly, perversely powerful.
I hear him spit, feel the cool wetness land on my arse, and then his fingers are there, spreading it, working it into the tightness of my other entrance.
I tense for just a moment, a flicker of instinctive resistance, and he stills. His other hand comes down on my arse in a sharp, stinging slap that makes me yelp.
“Relax,” he growls. “You’re going to take all of me. Every part of you is going to know who you belong to. Do you understand?”
I force myself to breathe, to let go. His finger slides inside, then a second, stretching me, preparing me with a rough, impatient efficiency. It burns, oh, God, it burns but it’s a good burn. A burn that promises more, and I push back against his hand, greedy for it.
He chuckles, a dark, approving sound, and withdraws his fingers.
“Filthy little slut,” He says and my cheeks heat.
Am I slut? Is that what I am in this moment?
I think of Ezekiel, I don’t mean to, but my mind takes me back there.
Back to that house, to a room not dissimilar to this, where Isaac and he trained me.
That’s what they wanted me to be, that’s how they wanted me to behave.
I hated it, I rebelled against it, but right now, I don’t see the shame anymore.
I don’t feel shame. I feel free, I feel liberated, as if being Lazarus’s slut is worth it, is worth all the damnation of hell.
My thoughts disappear as the blunt, broad head of his cock presses against that tight ring of muscle, and I bite down on the pillow, bracing myself.
He pushes in, slowly at first, giving me time to accommodate the impossible stretch and I feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he claims a part of me that has never felt so utterly possessed.
“Has anyone ever claimed you here before?” His voice is strained, tight with the effort of holding back as his hands grip my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints.
The question hangs in the air, and for a heartbeat, I consider lying. But the truth is part of the game, part of the dark, twisted ritual we’re performing. It always has been.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice muffled by the pillow.
He stops moving. The stillness is more terrifying than the violence. Then his hand is in my hair again, wrenching my head back, forcing my spine to arch painfully. “Who?” The word is a blade.
“It, it doesn’t matter.” I can barely speak. The angle is exquisite agony, his cock buried deep in my ass, my scalp screaming, my whole body a live wire of sensation. “It was before.”
It’s the only way I can define it, the only way I can bring myself to speak of it. Before. Before I met him, before my world went from horror to whatever this now is.
He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“It doesn’t matter,” he echoes, and his voice is a dark promise, a vow etched in blood.
“Because no one will ever have access to you again. Not this. Not any part of you. You are mine, Leandra. Only I will touch you, only I will fill you. Only I will make you scream.”
And then he starts to move.
He fucks my arse with the same brutal, consuming intensity he used on my cunt but this time it’s deeper, dirtier, a violation that feels like a consecration.
Every thrust drives a sound from my throat that I don’t recognize; a keening, animal wail.
He pulls my hair harder, using it as a rein, and his other hand snakes around to find my clit.
He rubs it in rough, merciless circles and the dual sensations, the burning fullness in my arse, the sharp, electric pleasure on my clit shatter me completely.
I come again, harder than before. A convulsive, full-body orgasm that whites out my vision and leaves me screaming his name.
I feel my own muscles milking his cock and he roars, a sound of pure, triumphant possession and drives into me one last time, holding himself deep as he spills himself inside me.
I feel the hot pulse of his release, the way his body shudders against mine and I collapse forward onto the mattress, taking him with me.
We lie there, tangled and panting for one long, beautifully suspended moment.
He’s still inside me, softening but not withdrawing, as if he can’t bear to break the connection.
His hand releases my hair and strokes it instead, a gentle, almost apologetic caress as his lips press a kiss to the bite mark on my shoulder.
“You’re safe,” he whispers, and this time the words are not a reassurance but a statement of fact, an unbreakable law of the universe. “Both of you. I won’t let him touch what’s mine.”
I turn my head, and our eyes meet. His are still wild but the storm is passing, leaving behind a fierce, exhausted tenderness.
I reach up and touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I know,” I say. “I know.”
But even as I say it, even as I let him gather me against his chest and pull the ruined sheets over us, I feel that serpent of fear still coiled in my belly.
Konstantine is looking.
And in this world of monsters and men, being found is only a matter of time. For now though, I am held in the arms of the most dangerous creature I have ever known. For now, that is enough.