Bonus Halloween Chapter
DAMON
The engine growls beneath me, the rumble vibrating up my legs as my bike cuts through the cool Halloween night. The wind rushes past, carrying the sharp bite of autumn leaves and the faint, sugary scent of someone burning a cheap-ass pumpkin-scented candle.
I feel Roman squirm behind me, his thighs gripping my hips, his arms tight around my waist like his life depends on it.
“Would you fucking sit still?” I say over the Bluetooth headset and I feel him stiffen again.
“I can’t!” he groans, and I can hear the edge in his voice that tells me he’s fighting to keep it together. “This thing is— fuck —way too much right now!”
I grin to myself, the painted skull on my face cracking slightly at the corners as my lips stretch wide. Roman’s squirming because of the little extra surprise I shoved up his ass before we left.
The plug I picked is no joke—big enough to make him twitch every time we hit a bump in the road, but subtle enough that no one at the party will notice. Except me.
“Aw, is my angel uncomfortable?” I ask, mockingly sweet.
His costume was my idea. Well, partially. He’d planned on something else, something more half-assed, but I convinced him—okay, no, made him—dress up as a bloody angel, complete with bloody wings.
Where I’m head-to-toe in black with a fake scythe strapped to the bike, looking like Death itself, he’s this twisted little angel who can’t decide if he wants to be good or bad.
And tonight he’s playing bad.
“Damon, I swear to God, if you keep hitting every fucking pothole, I’m gonna—”
“You’re gonna what?” I interrupt, leaning into a sharp turn just to mess with him. He yelps, his fingers digging into my jacket, and I can’t help but laugh. He doesn’t answer, just mutters something under his breath about how much of an asshole I am. He’s not wrong.
We’re supposed to be headed to some frat house party—just another excuse for college kids to drink too much and make shitty decisions. Roman’s excited about it for some reason, probably because his friends will be there.
But I’ve got other plans for tonight, and when we finally pull off the main road and onto a dirt trail by the edge of the forest, I feel him stiffen behind me. The bike growls as I slow down, pulling onto a dirt path leading toward the woods.
“Where the fuck are we going?” he asks.
I smirk but don’t answer right away, coasting until we reach a secluded clearing just before the tree line. The forest stretches out ahead of us, dark and dense, moonlight barely filtering through the towering branches.
I kill the engine. The silence is immediate, almost deafening, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.
Roman pulls his helmet off, shaking out his dark hair as he gets off, his eyes narrowing as he glances around. “This doesn’t look like the fucking party, Damon.”
“Nope,” I say, swinging my leg over the bike as I climb off. “Change of plans.”
He watches me with suspicion. “What kind of change?”
I grin, reaching out and tracing a finger along the edge of his jaw, the contrast between his blood-streaked face and my skeletal paint making me even hungrier for him.
I grin, slow and easy. “We’re gonna play a little game.”
“Okay, Jigsaw,” Roman’s eyes narrow. “The fuck does that mean?”
“Means you run, and I chase.”
He stares at me, and for a second, I can see the exact moment the realization hits. His breath hitches, and I can tell he’s trying really hard to keep his face neutral, but the way his fingers twitch by his sides? Dead giveaway.
“You’re joking.”
I just shake my head. “Not even a little.”
His tongue flicks over his lower lip, and his eyes dart past me toward the trees, as if calculating how far he’d actually get. Smart boy.
“That’s fucking dumb,” he mutters, but I hear the way his breathing changes. A little faster. Shallower.
I tilt my head, stepping closer until there’s barely any space between us. “Scared?”
Roman scoffs, but I can see his pulse jump in his throat. “Of you? Never.”
I lift a hand and drag my knuckles down his jaw, the touch featherlight. “Then run.”
He shivers but doesn’t move. I press my fingers under his chin, tilting his head up until our lips are almost touching. “I said—” I lower my voice, just for him, just for this moment. “ Run. ”
Roman hesitates for only a second before he moves, shoving at my chest and he takes off, sprinting toward the trees without looking back.
I count to five out loud, just for fun. Then I roll my shoulders, exhale, and take off after him with my boots crunching against the dirt. I don’t bother running. Not yet. The anticipation is half the fun.
I chuckle, watching the way his body moves—quick, controlled, but not fast enough. I’m not sure if it’s because of the plug or because he wants to be caught. He knows he’s going to be caught, anyway, but I know he’s going to make me work for it.
Good boy.
Roman’s footfalls are uneven now; he’s trying to be quiet, trying to hide, but I can hear him. I know him. Every sharp breath, every misstep. He’s just ahead, ducking behind a tree, thinking he’s slick.
I slow down, my lips curling. “You think I can’t hear you?”
Silence. Then, just barely, the sound of his breath catching. I hum, stalking closer. “You’re not as quiet as you think, pretty boy.”
Another beat of silence. Then—
Crack. A twig snaps somewhere to my left, and I lunge without hesitation.
Roman curses as I grab him, shoving him to the ground and pinning his hands above his head with one hand. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and I grin, dragging my fingers down the side of his throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath my touch. “Caught you, angel.”
The leaves and dirt beneath us do nothing to cushion him, but I don’t fucking care. He doesn’t either. His hazel eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated and his lips parted slightly as he tries to catch his breath.
I tighten my grip on his wrists, relishing the way he squirms beneath me. Bloody chest and abs, those nipple and hip piercings on full display, and his hair is an absolute mess. But fuck, he’s perfect like this.
Wrecked. Desperate. Mine.
He glares up at me, defiant as ever, even though we both know he’s not going anywhere. “You cheated,” he breathes, still trying to twist out of my grip.
I chuckle and press my weight against him just to remind him who’s in charge here. “I always play dirty, baby,” I murmur, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip. “You should’ve learned that by now.”
He groans, turning his head to the side. “I hate you,” he mutters, but the way he’s pressing his hips up against me, the way his cock is hard as fuck beneath me, says otherwise.
I grin, lowering my head so my lips ghost over his ear. “Yeah? You hate me?” My teeth graze his earlobe, and he shudders beneath me. “Then why are you so fucking hard right now, angel?”
His breath catches, and I can feel the way he freezes beneath me, the way his body betrays him. My fingers tighten on his wrists, keeping him pinned, and I roll my hips against him, making him feel exactly what he does to me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his head falling back against the dirt.
“That’s more like it,” I chuckle, pressing a kiss just beneath his jaw.
He thrashes again, but this time it’s not to escape. His hips grind up into mine, needy, desperate, and I swear I fucking growl. I let go of his wrists, just to see if he’ll try to run again, but he doesn’t. He grips my hips under my shirt instead, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Thought you wanted to go to that party,” I taunt, my hands sliding down his sides, my fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. “Thought you were excited to see your friends.”
“Fuck the party,” he snaps, his eyes burning into mine. “And fuck you.”
I smirk, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me. “That’s my plan, angel.”
I spin him onto his stomach in one swift movement, his body pressed into the leaves and dirt with his ass in the air. Before he can react, I pull the wings off, grab his waistband, and yank his pants down to his thighs.
“Dam—!” He chokes on his own breath, his body jerking as I reach between his legs and pull the plug out of him in one slow, agonizing drag. His entire body trembles, his fingers curling into the dirt. “ Oh, fuuuuck— ”
“Good boy,” I praise, pocketing the plug and palming his ass, spreading him open as he shudders beneath me. “That’s what I want to hear.”
He whimpers, pressing his forehead to the ground, his whole body shaking from the sudden emptiness. His thighs are tense, clenching, and I can see how badly he wants friction, how badly he wants me to just take him already.
“Hands behind your back,” I say as I pull off my tie. “Now, angel.”
Roman obeys immediately, shifting onto his knees as he brings his arms behind his back, elbows slightly bent, exposing the elegant line of his shoulders and offering himself up without hesitation. The trust in that movement makes something dark and possessive coil in my gut.
I slide the tie around the tops of his arms, just above his elbows, pulling the silk snug against his skin. Not too tight as I want him restrained, not immobile. I thread the length of it through itself, looping it securely before cinching it, binding his arms together in a way that forces his chest to arch forward, emphasizing every sharp cut of muscle, every ridge and dip of his body.
A single tug, and he’ll feel it. A single pull and I can yank his arms higher, make him arch for me, make him struggle just enough to remind him who’s in charge.
Roman shudders as I test it, tightening my grip and forcing his shoulders to roll back, his chest pushing forward. His breath stutters, and fuck, he looks so goddamn good like this—vulnerable, waiting, his body trembling with anticipation.
I unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock as I look down at him struggling. “Too tight?” I confirm because I’m not that much of an asshole to make this uncomfortable for him.
He shakes his head, a low whimper leaving his lips as he tests the restraint himself, his arms locked behind him in a way that forces his muscles to strain deliciously.
I tug on the slack again, and his body jerks, his balance shifting, forcing him to arch beautifully for me.
“I caught you,” I remind him, my voice laced with dark amusement. “And now you pay the price.”
Roman lets out a soft, broken sound as I press the tip of my cock against him, teasing, but not giving him what he needs.
“Beg for it,” I demand, my voice husky as I run my tongue over my teeth, feeling the ball of my new tongue piercing click against them. “Beg me, angel.”
He shivers, his breath ragged. “Fuck you,” he hisses.
I slap his ass hard, and he gasps, his back arching. “Wrong answer.”
Roman groans, and I know he’s too stubborn to give in right away. But I’m patient. I push forward just an inch, just enough for him to feel it, and his whole body jerks. “Damon—”
“Beg me,” I growl, grabbing his hips. His whole body trembles as I continue to tease him with the tip of my cock, pulling out before he can even enjoy it. But then finally, finally, he snaps.
“Please,” he gasps. “Fuck—please, Damon, please—”
I sink in all at once, burying myself deep, and Roman cries out, his voice echoing around the forest.
“That’s my fucking painslut,” I murmur, gripping his hips, holding him still as he writhes beneath me, then I pull back and thrust hard. “Whose hole is this, baby?”
“Yours,” he moans, slamming his ass back into me. “Fuck—Damon, it’s yours!”
I growl as I pick up my pace, my head thrown back. “Mine. Fucking mine. ”
Roman is a mess beneath me, bound and trembling, his moans breaking into gasps every time I drive into him. His body takes me perfectly, clenching tight around my cock, his back arching as he struggles against the silk tie restraining him.
I keep one hand on his hip, the other tangling in his hair and yanking his head back just enough to hear him whimper. The sight of him bound and helpless only makes me want to ruin him more.
“Goddamn, look at you,” I murmur, dragging my tongue along the shell of his ear before biting down just enough to make him shiver. “Fucked out and desperate, all because you couldn’t run fast enough.”
“Fuck—Damon—”
I reach around, my fingers wrapping around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch, his body going taut beneath me. “You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you?”
He lets out a whimper, his muscles straining, but his body still meets every thrust, grinding back against me, hungry for more. His cock is leaking onto the ground, still untouched, his whole body trembling as I ruin him the way he fucking loves.
I release his hair, gripping his shoulder instead, pulling him upright so his back is flush against my chest. He gasps at the shift, the new angle forcing me even deeper inside him, and I smirk against his neck, sucking another mark into his skin.
“Want me to touch you, angel?” I rasp, tightening my hold around his throat.
Roman nods frantically, his breath ragged. “Y-yeah, fuck—Damon, please—”
“That’s not how you ask,” I growl, biting down hard on his shoulder, making him shudder.
“Please, touch me,” he gasps, the word spilling out in a breathy moan. “Please, let me come—please, please—”
A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest as I palm his cock, stroking him once, twice, and squeezing just enough to make his whole body tense. “That’s better, angel. You wanna come for me? Wanna be my good little cumslut?”
He lets out a choked sob, nodding desperately. “Yes— fuck, yes —please, Damon—”
“Come for me, angel. Make it messy.” I command, stroking him harder, thrusting deep and holding him there, grinding against that perfect fucking spot.
Roman shatters, his whole body jerking against me as he comes hard, his release spilling over my hand, and he lets out the most beautiful, wrecked moan I’ve ever heard. I groan as he clenches tight around me, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm.
“Fuck, Roman—” My grip tightens on his waist as I slam into him once more, my release ripping through me as I bury myself as deep as I can, groaning into his neck as I fill him up.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting, his weight slumped against me. I bite down on his shoulder again, gentler this time, my lips brushing over the mark after.
I move to untie his arms, rubbing at the red marks the silk has left behind. “You good?” I murmur, my lips ghosting against his skin.
Roman hums, turning his head slightly to nuzzle against me. “Mmm… yeah,” he breathes, still sounding wrecked. “That was—”
“Perfect. You were the perfect fucking prey,” I finish for him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “But we’re not done yet, angel.”
He groans as I pull out, his body shuddering when I push him down and reach for the plug in my pocket. He already knows what’s coming, but still, he stiffens when I press it against his hole, pushing it back inside him with slow, deliberate pressure.
“Damon,” he whines, squirming as I secure it in place.
“Shh,” I murmur, rubbing my hand over his lower back. “You’re gonna keep me inside you all night, baby. Gotta make sure you don’t waste a drop.”
Roman sits up and moans, but he doesn’t argue as he flexes his arms to get the circulation back. I smirk, slapping his ass one last time before pulling him to his feet. “Now, come on. Put on your wings, dirty angel, we’ve got a Halloween party to go to.”
“You’re the worst,” he grumbles, trying to glare at me but all he does is look fucking adorable and cum-flushed.
“And yet you’re still full of my cum, getting ready to follow me wherever I go,” I wink at him, watching the way his face burns.
He pushes me back, but I just laugh, already thinking about how wrecked he’ll be by the end of the night.
Happy fucking Halloween.