Chapter 16
The drive back to my house passed by in a blur. All I could remember was my leg bouncing every time we hit a stoplight and my hand gripping her thigh, ready to tear into her.
No, I told myself. Gentle. Gentle. GENTLE.
But I didn’t want to be gentle with her. I wanted to eat her alive.
I wanted to hear her screams as they shook the very walls of my mansion. I could almost taste the fear, and it only made my need grow sharper, hungrier.
I’d never been so close to losing control, to pulling the car over and hauling her to my lap, letting her moans fill the small car while I held her head to keep it from slamming into the roof.
I kept reminding myself that she was a virgin, that if she decided she wanted to fuck me tonight, I needed to be careful.
I needed to keep up the Prince Charming pretense.
But the thoughts I was having about her while we drove through the city were nothing less than villainous.
The skyscrapers passed by in a blur. I normally didn’t drive myself—preferring to work from the backseat of my car while my driver took me everywhere—but tonight, I was in such a rush to reach her that I didn’t wait, speeding across the city fast enough that I would have been pulled over if my family didn’t fund half of the police force in the city.
Before long, we reached the outskirts of the city where my mansion overlooked the water.
The neighborhood was flanked by iron fences and tall hedges, the perfect place for a family who needed privacy.
I built this home when I’d begun to inherit the empire from my father.
Lately, I’d tended to reside in my family’s townhouse in the heart of the city, where I would be closer to Eva if she needed me.
But when she asked me to bring her home, this was the only one I thought of.
It was far from Vallen territory, from them trying to use her to exact vengeance for my activities over the past week. And it was heavily guarded only by men who had proven they would die for me.
The mansion loomed at the end of the long driveway, a dark monolith of stone and black glass. Every line was sharp and deliberate. From this distance, it looked untouchable, impervious. Exactly as it was meant to be.
The road was flanked by sculpted trees. Beyond them lay the many acres of gardens. I could already envision Eva out there, planting as many pink flowers as she wanted before lounging by my pool, a glass of pink lemonade in her hand while she watched the ducks swim across the lake.
It surprised me as we neared the door to find all of my visions consisting of her and me in this home together. In what was mine becoming ours.
Marble steps led up to an arched double door, black with iron studs, flanked by lanterns that cast warm light over the facade. I parked my car in the circular drive and helped Eva out of the seat, tugging her body to me and holding her tight.
Eva let out a shaky breath, her pulse fluttering against her neck.
Everything in me roared to wrap my hand around it and squeeze until her face was a pretty shade of pink, begging me to paint her with my cum.
As much as I wanted to worship her, to make her feel things she’d never felt before, a part of me wanted to make her hurt too. Make her scream.
I knew she would like it. My Eva was meant for me, and I’d always preferred a little pain with my pleasure.
In addition to being a submissive, my girlfriend was proving to be a little masochist. She had to be one to wear those ballet shoes of hers, the ones that squeezed and morphed her feet into new shapes to hold her body while leaping and bounding across the stage.
If she could handle that, what else could I give her?
I debated reaching forward and wrapping my hand around her pretty little neck to find out, but I didn’t. It was hard enough to hold myself back as it was. If I touched her right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Crowding her against the car, I leaned in as far as my control would let me. And the sight of her below me, all fucking submissive, her ribbon looping through the hair I wanted to pull while she was bent over, made something inside of me vibrate with the need for more.
I leaned into her, my tongue darting out to taste her neck. Inhaling her warm vanilla scent, I forced myself to calm down.
Control
“Eva, I want to fuck you. I want to bury myself so deeply inside of you that I feel you when I fall asleep. I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head, and I want to greedily inhale your cum on my tongue. But if you’re not ready for that, I will tuck you into bed and go take a long, cold shower.
Nothing between us will change. I promise. ”
“Alek,” she whispered, lips parted and begging to take my cock. “I want all of that, too.”
Fuck being in control. I wanted her. Now.
Eva let out a shaky breath as my tongue traveled down to her collarbone, to that sensitive spot I already knew she loved to be bitten on. “Tell me how much you want it, baby,” I rasped before biting onto her.
“Ah! I… uh…”
“Tell me, Eva,” I said, this time biting harder as I picked her up and carried her through the front door, waving away any staff member who came to greet us.
I pressed her into the nearest wall. She squirmed against me, her hips subtly rocking into mine, and nothing pleased me more than feeling her pulse increase with fear. I wondered what her eyes would look like when they were wide and afraid. Would she beg me to stop?
Would she beg me to keep going?
“Does my needy girl want me to take care of her now?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip, and I couldn’t help but thrust a little into her at the sight of her so damn willing for me already.
Fuck. I could feel the heat of her through my pants.
“And how do you want me to take care of you?”
Eva gulped before softly saying, “Any way you want, sir.”
A gasp escaped her lips when I harshly gripped her waist before carrying her through my home like a man possessed. I could feel her erratic breaths through her dress, whose strap I shoved down so I could bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
We reached my bedroom in record time, and I threw Eva onto the black silk sheets.
She hardly had enough time to recoup before I was on top of her, settling between her legs while my hand fisted her hair.
Eva arched her body into me, and I took the chance to thrust my hips into hers, running my other hand all along her sexy curves.
“Such a good girl you are. Submitting to me so easily.”
Eva moaned, lifting her hips. The sound went straight to my cock, and I rocked into her, hitting her clit while my lips trailed her jawline.
"Do you like hearing me tell you what a good girl you are?"
But Eva didn’t answer. Instead, she curled her toes and clutched the bedsheets.
I slipped my hand down and pulled her dress up. Fuck, she was already soaked. The sight of her pussy glistening through her thin underwear—the little bow wrapping her up like a presence—awoke the demon inside of me. Every part of me was ready to take her. To make her mine.
“Should I take off this sexy little dress?” I asked, and my hands started to make my words come true, undoing the zipper at her back and slowly peeling her dress off, releasing her tits. They were so pretty, perfectly round yet small enough to fit in my mouth.
“Should I squeeze these perfect nipples?” I palmed one of them, savoring its weight in my palm. But I let my hand continue to travel until it found its favorite place between her thighs.
“Should I play with your clit? Or should I—”
I swiped a finger inside of her, feeling her warm and wet pussy clench around me. Eva’s hips buckled, and a heady breath slipped past her lips.
I leaned into her, nipping at her ear as I whispered, “Or should I fuck this pussy until you can’t stand tomorrow?”
“Anything,” Eva said with a slight whine in her voice. “I want anything. Don’t hold back.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She didn’t know what she was asking for. She didn’t know the beast she would be unleashing, the pain I would make her feel. She didn’t know what she—
“Alek, please.”
And the wire inside of me that was pulled taut—the thin shred of my composure that held a monster back—snapped.
"Begging already? My, my, aren't we needy?"
“Yes.”
I let out a growl before I slammed her legs apart, ripping her panties off.
Eva gasped at the cold air, but the sound was soon replaced by her moan as I stuck my face forward and licked.
She was so wet that my tongue slipped in easily, drinking her juices while I committed the taste to memory.
Her cunt was so fucking delicious, every taste so sweet.
Eva’s hands flew to my hair, holding me in place while I consumed her like a man starving. Her walls clenched around my tongue, and I knew she was close to the first of many orgasms tonight.
My tongue licked along her slit before my mouth latched onto her clit and sucked. Hard. Eva cried out in pleasure, her body twisting and turning in my hold. I held her stomach in place and forced her to remain still. To let me control her pleasure.
“Look at me,” I mumbled against her folds. But Eva didn’t listen, squeezing her eyes tightly and turning her head. “Eva. Look at me.”
She must have heard the dominance in my tone, because her eyes flew open, chocolate brown gazing as I drove her higher and higher.
“Good girl.” And then I rewarded her by taking two of my fingers and slipping them deep inside of her.
“Oh, Alek, yes!”
I continued my rhythm, alternating between licking and biting her core and fucking it with my fingers. Her pussy clenched around me, practically begging me to drive into it until it was covered in my cum.
“Alek, please… I need more…” she pleaded, pulling at my hair but not taking her eyes off me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I said, curling my hand inside of her and reveling at the way her cheeks flushed and her usually-perfect hair became a mess.