Chapter 12 #2
There was nothing he liked more than a sub who knew how to ask for what she wanted, and that was exactly what Francesca was doing. She wanted his hands on her, and she likely needed an escape from the situation she’d stumbled into.
It was his job to provide for her needs. Happily.
Pressing his lips to her ear, he warned, “The first thing I’m doing when we get out of here is buy you a lovely little leash. I’m going to tie you to my bed — and myself, if you’re bad enough. You won’t be able to escape me again, and everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”
Spinning her around, he gripped her throat gently, his thumb finding the speeding pulse just beneath her jaw. Eyelids lowering, he ordered, “Now get on your knees.”
Her breaths were short. The escaped her parted lips in quick little puffs as Francesca held his stare, unblinking.
Slowly, she dropped to her knees.
Luis braced his feet. It took a lot of effort to keep the look of awe off his face as he watched her nimble fingers pluck at his belt.
He moved his hand from her throat to her cheek, cupping that gorgeous curve.
She had a unique face. It was angular and yet round, with prominent cheekbones and a tiny, pointed chin.
Her lips were almost a circle, and her eyes were large.
Everything about her was a little odd and utterly unique.
That was what drew him to her in the first place. The elegance of her, the strangeness, and that keen look in her eye — like something scrappy lived inside that self-contained, delicate-looking shell.
That spark was bright in her eyes when she dipped her fingers past the waistband of his briefs. They were cool and silky-soft when they curled around his rigid shaft.
Luis bit back a hiss. His fingers slid into the loose curls that framed her face. He wanted nothing more than to let her hair down and mess it all up, but he wasn’t a monster. He knew what kind of work it took to get a woman’s hair to look nice, and they still had a long night ahead.
Smearing her lipstick would just have to do.
“Take my cock out, bad girl. And keep your eyes on me. You’re going to look at me when I’m fucking your mouth,” he commanded her.
Francesca bit her lip as she pushed his trousers and briefs down until his hip bones jutted. His cock, flushed and pulsing with damn-near every drop of blood in his body, sprang free from its confines.
She stroked him slowly, from root to tip, her big brown eyes fixed on him. It was a lewd picture she made, with his ruddy cock inches from her done up face. He couldn’t say it did healthy things for his ego to see just how large he looked in her fine-boned hand.
Stroking her cheek, he ordered, “In your mouth now, bad girl.”
Francesca brought the tip of his cock to her lips. Lipstick smeared across the head when she gave it a spine-tingling kiss — a tiny act of rebellion before she enveloped it in the warmth of her mouth.
The press of her tongue along the underside of his cock made the muscles of his abdomen tense.
And the sight of her tasting him for the first time…
Luis could hardly stand it. His control hung on by a thread.
His venom gland was a searing, swollen monster in the roof of his mouth, and the desire to throw her down on the couch and fuck her until she couldn’t walk was a roar in his mind.
He needed to mark her. He needed to own her. He needed to sip from those lovely veins until no one outside this room could imagine a scenario in which she didn’t belong wholly and completely to him.
But he couldn’t do that yet. Not without inciting a riot, at any rate. He wouldn’t have minded that so much if it didn’t put her in danger, which was intolerable.
So he’d just have to make do with knowing that she smelled of him — and that the taste of his come would linger on her tongue for the rest of the night.
Luis slipped his thumb down over the hollow of her cheek, feeling it move as she began to slowly work him over her tongue. He didn’t push her right away. It was a punishment, yes, but it was also a pleasure. He had no desire to make her truly uncomfortable or choke her. Yet, anyway.
When he felt that she’d loosened up a bit, he held her jaw in his hand, urging her to open up more.
“There it is,” he praised, a little breathless, as he began to shuttle his cock in and out with short, shallow strokes.
“Breathe through your nose for me. That’s my girl. Now tilt your head back a bit.”
Francesca did as he asked. Her hands rested on his thighs to brace herself. She held her head still, allowing him to set the pace and angle. Whether she realized it or not, it was a display of intoxicating trust.
“Gods, you can be so good for me,” he grated, gripping her jaw a little more firmly. “You just like to test me, don’t you? If I’d known, we’d be doing this in my penthouse right now. You’d be well-fucked already, with all your worries gone.”
He changed the angle a little, pushing, testing the limits of her throat. She gagged a little, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingernails dug into his thighs even as she held herself there, accepting all he gave her.
Another time, he’d allow himself to do this gently, to let her set the pace and explore his body for as long as she liked. But this was a punishment, and they were running out of time before the next fight started.
The suction of her mouth and the hot glide of her tongue were enough to get him off, but neither compared to the look in her watering eyes as she gazed up at him.
With his cock in her mouth, her red lips stretched taut around the shaft, and that adoring, trusting expression in her eyes that was so very different from the attitude she threw at him…
Luis pushed deeper, gradually weakening the muscles guarding the back of her throat.
Every time it bordered on being too much, he pulled back a little, letting her breath before he inevitably pressed on.
When he finally felt the tight clasp of her throat around his cockhead, a swell of triumph expanded in his chest.
He held himself there for a moment, sweat gathering beneath his dress shirt, and growled, “When we’re together, you don’t have any worries.
You don’t have any burdens. You don’t have anything besides pleasure.
Whatever secret you’re keeping and whatever drove you here — it’s all mine now. Because you are mine.”
He pulled back sharply, allowing her the chance to breathe. With the tip of his cock resting on the swollen, lipstick smeared pillow of her bottom lip, he ordered, “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow. Understood?”
Francesca let out a shuddering exhale. “Yes,” she whispered, tongue darting to brush the seam.
Luis clenched his jaw against the fiery pain in his fangs as he pushed past her lips once again. He set a punishing pace this time, using her lips, tongue, and throat to chase the brutal orgasm building in his gut.
She’s mine, his mind repeated over and over again. No matter what anyone else thinks, she’s mine. I’ll protect her. I’ll fuck her. I’ll feed from her. I’ll breed her when the time is right. She’s mine, mine, mineminemine—
He came with a groan. His release painted the back of her throat and tongue. It was a little too much for her to handle. Milky seed dripped from the corner of her mouth to splash onto the plump breasts exposed by her low neckline. Another mark.
Shuddering and breathless, he extracted himself from her mouth and collapsed onto the couch. Sweat cooled on his skin as he tried to get his bearings again. The need to look after her, to coddle her, was a bone-deep hum.
“Come here, good girl. Let your man hold you for a minute,” he breathed. Luis reached for her, nearly desperate to hug her close and praise her for doing so well, but he didn’t get the chance.
Francesca sprang up from the floor. Rosy-cheeked, disheveled, and still dripping with his release, she smeared the back of her hand across her smudged lips. Rebellion glittered in those watery eyes.
He knew what she was going to do approximately half a second too late.
Reaction time a little dulled by a mind-numbing orgasm, he couldn’t quite catch her before she darted off again. Snatching her shoes off the floor by the door, she pointed a rigid finger at him much the same way that Maxine did.
“You are not my vampire or my man,” she hoarsely declared. “You’re just the guy who doesn’t wash his towels as much as he should, and I don’t owe you shit for signing up to save me from a thing I volunteered for.”
Luis stared, gobsmacked, as she flounced out the door — only to stick her head back in not a second later.
Giving him a superior look, she added, “Oh, and by the way, I don’t owe anyone money. I’ve got elderly parents and shit I want to do, just like everybody else who isn’t lucky enough to have a penthouse they use as a sex palace, thankyouverymuch.”
The door slammed shut, leaving Luis to stare at it in astonishment.
“Sex palace?” He blinked several times before, with a disgruntled sound from deep in his chest, he bellowed, “Washing your towels once a week is perfectly acceptable!”