Sebastian
I watch from the shadows, my eyes locked on Lilith as she dances, her body swaying to the rhythm of “The Devil in I” by Nikki Idol, completely unaware of how close I am. She thinks she’s safe here, that she can pull this little stunt and get away with it. I told her to stay at my house, but she didn’t listen. And now she thinks she can get away with defying me.
She’s playing games, pushing my limits, testing how far she can go. But she has no idea what it’s going to cost her. The way she moves, the way her body glides through the crowd, she’s like a moth drawn to the flame, and tonight, I’ll be the fire that consumes her.
I glance at Ty, who’s leaning against the bar, his eyes scanning the room but always flicking back to Anna. He’s as focused as I am. We got here shortly after the girls did, watching them from the shadows. Neither of us has made a move yet. But that changes now.
Anna texted Ty earlier, letting him know where they were, but I already knew because of the tracker in Lilith’s phone. She may think she’s running wild, but I’ve got my eye on her. Ty glanced over at me when the text came through, smirking as he said, “Better get your girl in check, man. Or let her come undone so you can piece her back together.” His voice was all mocking, but there was a truth under the words. A truth I know all too well.
I push off the wall, my eyes fixed on Lilith as she looks at her phone again. She’s waiting for something—maybe a message, maybe some sign that I’m going to let her off the hook. But there’s no mercy tonight.
As soon as she looks up, I’m on her. My hand wraps around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. The sounds of the club fade away. All she can hear now is the rush of blood in her ears and the heavy thud of her own heartbeat as she stares up at me, wide-eyed, trying to get what little air she can.
My cock grows hard as I feel the rapid heartbeat under my hand. Her body trembles, a perfect mixture of fear and something darker. Defiance? Maybe. But that’s just more fuel for me.
She doesn’t see who has her at first, but then I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear as I murmur, “Hello, Lilith.”
Her body reacts instantly. I feel the shiver run through her, I can see her nipples hardening under her dress, the one that is too fucking nonexistent to wear anywhere but the bedroom, her pulse racing against my fingers. And, god, I can sense it. I know her pussy is already soaking wet, just from me touching her like this.
“You think your little fucking games wouldn’t cost you?” I growl, tightening my grip on her throat just enough to make her breath hitch.
She arches her back, pressing herself against me, her body surrendering before her mind can catch up. She thinks this is a fucking game. It’s not, but my cock is rock hard, straining against my jeans as I push my knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. She lets out a soft, breathless moan that only drives me wilder.
“You want to lose yourself in the darkness of this club?” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “I can fuck you right here and drag you into an even darker place.”
Another moan escapes her lips, this one louder, more desperate. She’s already mine. But she needs to learn what that really means.
I release her throat, but before she can even catch her breath, I grab her hand and pull her hard toward me. The people around us definitely notice, and I know they recognize me. I’ve built a reputation in this town—I’m known for not sticking to any woman, never showing an ounce of affection. I’ve fucked more women than I care to count, sometimes more than one at a time, but I’ve never shown any interest beyond that. This breaks every rule I’ve set when it comes to women, but with Lilith, I was never going to follow the rules. I pull her onto the dance floor, where bodies move in time with the pulsing beat. But all I can focus on is her—her wide eyes, the way her lips part in shock as I grip her waist and pull her flush against me. The music thumps around us, but for a moment, it’s drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat. I lower my head, my lips crashing against hers in a kiss so fierce, so full of hunger and possession, that it takes me by surprise.
It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim. One I’m making in front of everyone. My hands tighten on her waist as I kiss her deeper, my tongue teasing hers, and for the first time in my life, the rest of the world seems to fade away. It’s just her wrapped in my arms, her body melting into mine as if she’s always belonged here.
I’m so caught up in her that I almost forget where we are until Ty’s voice cuts through the haze.
“Fuck yes!” Ty hollers, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, his excitement so loud it’s almost infectious. He’s practically bouncing, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leans back against the bar, arms crossed, watching the whole scene unfold like it’s his favorite movie.
“Look at this shit!” he laughs, slapping the counter behind him. “Oh, this is gonna be good, man. You know what this means, right? For you. For her. For all of us.”
I pull back just enough to glance at him, my grip on Lilith’s throat still firm. Ty’s eyes are gleaming, that familiar wildness shining in them. He lives for this kind of thing. For the chaos. For the way control breaks down into something darker. Something twisted.
“Better make sure she’s ready, Sebby,” Ty says with a mocking grin, wagging a finger like he’s scolding me. “You let her off too easy last time. Don’t go soft on us now.”
I grit my teeth, my jaw tightening at his words. Ty loves to push buttons, to rile me up like this. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And it works.
“Shut the fuck up, Ty,” I growl, tightening my grip on Lilith’s throat just enough to make her gasp again. “Or maybe you’ll be next.”
Ty’s laughter echoes through the room, completely unfazed. “Oh no, I’m so fucking scared,” he mocks, holding his hands up in fake surrender. “But really, man. You better piece her back together good. This is your show. Don’t disappoint.”
I roll my eyes, my focus shifting back to Lilith, who’s still pinned against me, her body trembling beneath my hand. Ty’s little outburst just gave me even more reason to push her. To make her understand who’s in control.
I lean in again, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re not going anywhere, Lilith. Not tonight. Not until I’m done with you.”
Anna stumbles over, clearly drunk, but still full of energy. She claps her hands, cheering us on with a loud whoop. “Get it, Lily!” she slurs, hugging her tight and giving her a conspiratorial wink. “I can’t wait to hear all about what happens when he takes you home tonight.”
Lilith blushes, glancing up at me, but I keep my gaze locked on hers, my grip firm on her hips. Anna’s voice fades into the background as I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “You started this, Lilith,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “But I’m going to finish it.”
I pull her even closer, the heat between us undeniable. She thought she could play this game with me, but now she’s about to see what happens when I take control.
But when I get her home, I’ll make sure she realizes that I let her win tonight.
Lilith is already drunk, her steps a little unsteady, her eyes glassy. Ty shoots me a look, one that says he knows exactly what’s going on. We don’t need to say a word. The night is over. It’s time to take them home.
* * *
Back at the house, I can feel the tension building between us, the air thick with everything unsaid. Lilith wants a fight. She wants answers. She’s been pushing all night, and now she’s about to push harder. She’s sobering up, but not enough to not want to start shit.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she slurs, her words laced with alcohol and frustration. “Why didn’t you trust me like Ty trusts Anna?”
“Lilith,” I warn, my voice low and controlled. “You’re drunk. We’ll talk about this later.”
But she doesn’t back down. “No, we will talk about this now! And I’m not drunk! Not anymore!” she snaps, her eyes blazing with anger. “You say you want me, that I’m yours, but you don’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. What kind of fucking relationship is that?”
Her words hit me like a punch, but I don’t flinch. I knew this was coming. She’s been stewing on this for days, waiting for the right moment to explode.
I step closer, my body towering over hers. “You think you know what’s best, Lilith? You think you can handle the truth? You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I’m not a delicate fucking flower, !” she shouts, her voice cracking. “I can handle the truth, I—”
Before she can finish, I slam her against the wall, my hand wrapping around her throat again, harder this time. Her eyes go wide, her breath catching in her throat.
“I know you’re not a delicate fucking flower, Lilith,” I growl, my voice thick with desire and anger. “I know the power of your name. Lilith —the first woman to defy, to rise up and claim her own darkness, to reject submission. And you think I don’t see that fire in you? You want control, but I will always control you. Maybe I need to fuck the attitude out of you,” I growl, my voice dripping with angry promises and the need to fuck her and teach her a lesson. Her body responds instantly, her back arching, her hips pushing toward me, even as she gasps for breath.
Her lips part, but no words come. Just a soft, desperate whimper. That’s the sound I want to hear. But before I can take it further, she does the last thing I expect.
She fucking punches me.
Her fist connects with my mouth, the sharp taste of blood flooding my senses as I stagger back, caught off guard. For a second, I stare at her in disbelief. She actually fucking hit me. But goddamn, if it doesn’t make my cock rock hard.
She glares at me, defiance burning in those wide blue eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The fight in her, that fucking fire—it only turns me on more. I step closer, backing her up against the wall again, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to remind her who’s really in control.
“You think hitting me changes anything?” I ask, my voice a dark rasp, amusement lacing every word. “You think you can fight me and win? You’ve got no fucking idea what you just started.”
Her lip curls, a sneer forming as she struggles against my hold, but I can see it—she’s conflicted. She’s angry, but there’s lust in her eyes too. Lust and fear, and they both fuel me like nothing else. I can feel her pulse racing under my hand, the mix of emotions crashing through her.
I lean in, licking my busted lip, my blood mixing with her taste as I press my body against hers, pinning her completely. “You hit like a fucking girl,” I taunt, my breath hot against her ear. “But god, you look so fucking beautiful when you fight back.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get a word out, I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, my cock grinding against her. The groan that slips out of me is almost primal. She’s wet. Soaking fucking wet, despite everything. And I know she can feel how hard I am for her, how much I want to break her down again, make her mine all over.
Her body tenses, and I loosen my grip just slightly, enough for her to breathe, to respond. “Go on, darling,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust and adrenaline. “Tell me. Do you want to keep fighting? Or do you want me to fuck that anger out of you until you can’t even think straight?”
Her lips part, and I can see the battle in her eyes. Her defiance is still there, but there’s something else now, something darker and more desperate. And that’s when I know I’ve won.
“Because if you’re going to hit me,” I growl, “you better fucking mean it. Otherwise, you’ll be begging for me to stop before I’m done with you.”
I drag my fingers down her neck, feeling her pulse pounding under my touch, and I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me, to face the chaos she’s just unleashed. “So what’s it gonna be, Lilith?”
Grinning like the psychopath that I am, I step closer to her, towering over her smaller frame. My lip is busted, my teeth stained red, but I don’t care. In fact, I fucking love it.
I tighten my grip on her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her eyes widening as she stares up at me. The fear, the defiance—it’s all there, flickering behind her gaze, and it only makes my blood run hotter. “Are you wanting to fight or fuck, darling?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “Because I’m getting mixed signals.”
Her eyes flicker with something—anger, desire, maybe both—and I can see her trying to process what just happened. She’s still panting, her body buzzing with the same energy that’s coursing through mine, but she doesn’t pull away. Hell, I don’t want her to.
I press my lips to hers, not gently, not softly. This kiss is rough, brutal—a punishment in itself. The blood from my split lip smears across her mouth, staining her perfect lips red. She moans into the kiss, her body trembling under mine, and I can taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with her. It fuels me, the sight of her covered in my blood, her surrender already starting to take shape.
But it’s not enough. I’m still pissed. I’m going to punish her.
I pull back slightly, but only so I can drag my lips across her face, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her neck—painting her with it, marking her with it. I rip that fucking slutty dress right down the middle, her braless tits popping out when I do, I kiss them, biting her nipple, as she throws her head back and moans. I want her covered in me, in my blood, while I fuck her like the whore she wants to be. She gasps as my lips travel back up, her breath hitching when I nip at the soft skin of her throat, my blood smearing across her beautiful skin like a twisted masterpiece.
“Look at you,” I growl against her neck, my hand tightening in her hair as I yank her head back. “My pretty little thing, all covered in my blood. Hit me all you want, darling, make me bleed. I will gladly bleed for you. But it’s going to cost you. Make damn sure you hit me hard enough for it to be worth it.”
I press my body harder against hers, my blood smeared on her face, her hands still shaking from the punch she landed. I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I growl, “You think I don’t love it? You think it doesn’t turn me on when you make me bleed?”
I drag my thumb across my still bleeding lip, smearing more blood on her mouth, before licking it off her skin. “I get off on the pain, Lilith. Every hit, every drop of blood—you fuel me. It makes me want to fuck you so hard it hurts, like the whore you are.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the hunger in her eyes as I push her further into this dark, twisted game.
Her body trembles, and I know she’s feeling it—the combination of fear, desire, and the raw need coursing through her. She’s covered in my blood, marked by me in every way that matters. And I’m going to make sure she knows it.
Her body trembles, and I know she’s feeling it—the combination of fear, desire, and the raw need coursing through her.
I pull back, my hand still gripping her throat, my eyes boring into hers. “You think you can piss me off like that and get away with it? You think I won’t fucking make you regret it? And punish you like the whore you’re so eager to be for me?”
Her lips part, but no words come out. Just a soft, desperate whimper. That’s what I want to hear.
Without another word, I drag her to the bed, forcing her down onto her knees. She doesn’t resist. She knows better. I grab a length of rope from the nightstand, and quickly bind her wrists together behind her back.
Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I stand over her, my cock straining against my jeans. She’s watching me, her eyes wide, waiting for my next move.
“You want to see me pissed off, Lilith?” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. “You won’t like it. And if any man ever touches you, I’ll kill him.”
She whimpers again, her body trembling with anticipation. I grab her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at me. “Open your fucking mouth, darling,” I command as I free my cock from my jeans.
She obeys, her lips part and her tongue darts out, and I shove my cock into her mouth, deep enough to make her gag. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull back. She knows better.
I growl, thrusting into her mouth, her gagging only making me harder. “You’re going to learn that I’m the only man who will ever be inside you. Mentally and physically.”
I fuck her mouth until she’s gasping for breath, her body shaking with the effort to keep up. When I finally pull out, she’s panting, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes glassy with lust.
But I’m not done with her yet.
I leave her wrists tied and flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide as I line myself up with her dripping pussy. I secure her ankles to the bedposts, one at a time, leaving her spread wide and vulnerable, completely exposed for me. I grab her by the hips, jerking her up onto her knees, shoving her face down into the sheets. She’s soaking wet, her body desperate for me. I reach under her and slap her smooth pussy hard, she cries out at the shock and the sting, but before she can say anything, I slam into her without warning.
She screams, her body arching off the bed, but I shove her head back down and I don’t stop. I pound into her, harder and harder, her moans and screams filling the room as I fuck her like the whore she is, the one she wants to be.
“You like that?” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her again and again. “You like being fucked like this?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, , please—”
I keep fucking her, relentless, unforgiving, until her body finally gives out, trembling beneath me as she comes, her pussy clenching around me so tight it almost pushes me over the edge.
But I’m not done with her yet.
I pull out, lifting her body up to where she is sitting on her knees. I move around her, standing on the bed and shove my cock back into her mouth, making her gag on it as I fuck her throat, her body too spent to resist. She tastes herself on me, and I can see the shame and desire warring in her eyes, but she doesn’t fight it.
“If you want to act like a fucking brat, I’ll fuck you like one,” I growl, my grip tightening in her hair as I push deeper, her throat convulsing around me.
When I finally come, spilling into her mouth, she swallows it all, her body shaking with exhaustion. Her lips stay wrapped around me as if she knows better than to pull away without permission, her eyes glazed with a mixture of surrender and lust as her tears mix with her mascara, leaving streaks down her beautiful face.
I collapse beside her, both of us panting, the room thick with the smell of sweat and sex. She’s barely conscious, her body worn out from everything I’ve done to her. I untie her hands and feet, and she barely moves.
As she drifts off to sleep, I lean over, my hand brushing against her ass as I roll her over onto her back. I pull out the branding iron, the one I’ve kept hidden, heat it up at the fireplace in the bedroom and press it against her skin, watching as my name sears into her flesh.
She stirs, but she doesn’t wake up. She’s too far gone. Between the alcohol, the fight, and the fucking.
I stand up, grabbing the small tracking device from my pocket, and slip it into the small incision I just made in back of her neck, ensuring that I’ll always know where she is. Let’s see how much she likes her little games after this.