Chapter 3
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Hellkitten opens her mouth like a gasping guppy, but I strangle the words in her throat before they escape. I don’t want to hear it.
Not anymore.
Venom flashes in her gaze, but her lips stay sealed. I loosen my grip as her skin drains from red to white. She’s short. Compact. Tits perched high like peace offerings and an ass that could start a war.
But no one should underestimate the evil that can live inside small packages.
Weighing less than I thought, she squeals as I grab her waist and pull her into my chest. Her legs cling, and her arms anchor around me.
Like she knows she’s already lost. Sliding over to the alcove, I don’t bother to see if that thin-dicked kid will protest. His legs would make a dog some decadent bones.
As I move, she grips my skin and thrashes, squirms, grunts… But I tighten my hold on her, even dig my fingers into her crack.
She thinks it’s her battle. But I command it.
That body? Never hers. It’s pleading for pain, and I’ll worship the wreckage.
Ashlyn’s shoulders hit the velvet-paneled wall with a thud, the breath knocked from her lungs. I steady myself between her thighs as one hand forcefully pins her wrist above her head. The other yanks her legs up higher, because that joint belongs to me.
“You’ve been looking for this all night,” I growl in warning. The skin on her neck erupts with goosebumps as I press my lips there. “Trying to make me jealous with that knockoff.”
Her jaw locks. Then—splat—the bitch spits in my fucking face. Hot saliva hits my cheek like holy water.
My cock stretches into a steel rod, throbbing and soaked from her arousal. With an inch of movement, I’d be fully seated inside her.
I laugh, low and sharp, then free her wrist to grab her baby cheeks and pinch them until her mouth opens. With force, I thrust a ball of spit right back—catching her tongue, her lips, her defiance.
Succubitch’s mouth still hangs open, so I crash into it, kissing her like a punishment. It’s primal as I pull her lower lip between my teeth until it swells. When I bite, a flood of blood flows across our tongues. She tastes…like summer.
Ones I want to forget.
I back off enough that she raises her hand and wails a palm across my face. It’s not playful. My head flips with the force of the blow. But when I look back at her, her beautiful eyes big and rounded, I only give her a feral grin.
Smack.
She gasps and grabs her heated cheek as my slap pierces the air like a gunshot. Her eyes flare with something that’s not quite fear—and possibly the opposite…
“Dick,” she sneers.
“You want to act like prey, baby girl? Then you’d better run next time. Far away from me.”
Hitching her up on my waist, her little legs hook around me easily, and my fingers dig into her ass, spreading it. As I slide my needy cock through her heated core, her pussy lips hug my shaft. “But you came to get wrecked by a monster, didn’t you?”
Pain sears through my skull as she grabs the hair on the back of my neck, then seals her mouth to mine.
It’s not kissing. We devour one another.
Our muscles and skin and gums and lips and jaws battle like animals tearing at the same kill.
Ripping myself from the suction of her siren’s trap, I sink my teeth into the delicate flesh of her neck, hard enough to leave my mark.
The demoness moans—or maybe she laughs. Perhaps both. Whatever it is, she soaks my cock, priming me to stab her pretty pussy to the hilt.
“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.
” With force, I grind into the cradle of her hips, voice low and lethal.
“You think I’m gonna be soft like him? Gentle?
Rub your feet after?” Her head knocks against the wall with a dull thud as I drive in closer.
“That skinny bitch couldn’t make you come if he had a roadmap and spelled your name with his tongue. ”
Snatching my hair, she jerks my head back, fire blazing behind her glare. “Neither did you.”
My vision blackens. I slam my full thickness into her—deep. Brutal. Making her feel every jagged edge of what she asked for. “Then let’s fix that.”
Her pussy is tight…feels unused. But looking at how pathetic that kid’s size is, it makes sense. No, she’s needed this for a while. Came here for this reason.
She yelps and, if it were possible, I grow harder as tears form on her lower lashes.
I drag myself out, only long enough to hammer in and rip one of those cries from her again.
My palm wraps around her throat to keep her steady.
Every thrust of my hips pins her against the wall.
Fingers twitch to let her know…I could end her any time I choose.
Painted nails claw at my skin, desperate for a hold, until I crush her mouth with another bruising kiss. I won’t admit it, but the way our breaths fuse is unraveling me.
Releasing her neck, I spread those perfect ass cheeks and press a dry finger to her hole. Not wet. I don’t trust her not to bite me. Besides, the grunt she huffs in my face when I force inside the tight ring is beyond satisfying.
As is the sob she releases when I bite the other side of her neck, a second mark. Her soft, perky tits push against my bare chest, sweat making our skin stick together. Like we are everywhere else.
Her heels dig into my lower back as I punish her with my dick. Over and over, I draw back and throttle in at full speed. Relentlessly pumping away in a sadistic rhythm. One that has her breath choking out in staccato waves.
I suck along her jaw until she whimpers, shifting her weight to scramble away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. When I reach her lips, I murmur, “You going to come?”
“You’re going to have to work harder than that, asshole.” Her eyes make a poignant dart toward my chest…and tattoo. It makes me feel too exposed.
“Such naughty words for such an obedient baby girl.”
Her lip juts out in a pout, and I almost snatch it between my teeth, but I only smirk at the fury that makes her cheeks hot pink. Every freckle dances as she squints at me with rage. It makes me chuckle, some of my saliva flying into her mouth.
“Say it…” I laugh with a barking command.
She fists my hair, body ricocheting against the wall as she works herself down the length of my cock. Gods, she’s molten. Slick. Every scoop, every swivel pulls me closer to the brink, but I’ll be damned if I explode before she does.
“I’m not a baby,” she says.
And with those four words, the air between us fractures.
It hits us like a head-on collision—cold shock locking our gazes. Glaciers where fire had been. Faces slack. My chest seizes, aching like I just ran suicide sprints in chains.
Tears slip down her cheeks, and before I can think, I’m gathering her up—crushing her against me protectively. Soothingly. My hands at her nape, at her ass, her legs bound around my waist. Breath against breath. Pulse against pulse. Our blood feels shared.
Her head whips back, and a scream tears out of her—loud, unrestrained, a sound forged from equal parts pleasure and pain.
And I fucking hate her for it.
While she’s still pulsing all over my dick, I slip out, drop her, and take a step back. She’s crying now, sobbing and disoriented.
Rage barrels through me like a torrential wave. I wrap my fist around my cock, stroking fast—it’s not a release.
It’s a detonation.
This won’t be a pleasant nut. Not in the slightest. But it’s not supposed to be. It’s an assault. A siege on her already-crumbling defenses.
I plant my palm on the wall above her head, lean in until our noses almost touch, and angle the tip of my dick toward her bare stomach. The orgasm rips through me with only the cold satisfaction of a strike landing true. Hot ribbons spill down her abs, sliding over her thighs, dripping to her feet.
She stares at the mess like it’s a personal insult, then drags her eyes up to mine, ire blazing.
My upper lip curls with disgust. “Don’t want to be another of your baby daddies.”
I see it coming, but I still don’t move an inch when she hits me. An open-faced slap against the opposite cheek, where she laid one on me the first time. Huffing a laugh, I stare her down until the impenetrable force field rebuilds between our bodies.
Without a warning, I snag her neck and hold her still as she grasps my forearm.
“Don’t look to be a habit of mine. This was a one-time thing.
” I stare at her plump, bruised, and bleeding lip one more time.
Let myself memorize what she tasted like…
Then, I let her go with a shove. “And hellkitten? Try not to get addicted…”
Her small hands push against my chest until she has enough room to squeeze by. She scurries over to the pencil dick she came here with, who looks like he blew his load too fast. As I expected… His legs dangle as he sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, watching my girls play with each other.
Ashlyn’s already pulling up her dress and flipping her thick gold hair over her shoulder. I yank my silk pants up while she reaches over and tugs her man’s mask down.
Blood stills in my arteries. I see red. Then rip off my own mask.
This cunt…
I fell for it.
She got me.
“The fuck is he doing here?” My finger raised at his chest like a gun, I storm straight toward him, the other hand prepped in a fist.
“I was invited, motherfu— Oh, shit.”
“What did you expect coming into my house, bitch?” Our chests bump as fury ignites every hair on my skin. Murderous rage seeps through my pores.
“I don’t want to fight you, bro. But I will…”
I can’t stop my laugh. It’s almost too hysterical. “You must have smoked too much shit tonight. Two brain cells trying to rub together. Try it, Moretti. I’ll crack your crooked spine and shatter your weak jaw.”
When I glance over at the hellkitten, she’s crossed her arms and seems so satisfied; wrath makes my temper boil over.
That’s when I retreat a step and get real quiet.
Tade Kim, my vice president, is already at my side, as are a few of my other brothers. “What do you want, boss?”
“Take him to the dungeon.”
Tade lashes out, and the guys make a move. Moretti tries to fight them off. “No! Fuck you, Cardell! Just because you can’t win against me…”
I mimic Ashlyn’s posture. “This sounds like a bet.”
His jaw juts forward as he snorts like an angry bull. Darting his eyes over to the golden creature next to him, he sneers, “You fucking did this, didn’t you?”
“What? Me?” Ashlyn says, a hand on her chest, giving everything away.
“Fine.” He flips his gaze over to me. “Let’s race.”
Tade nods once. He knows it’s a sure thing.
“Instead of your punishment in my dungeons? How boring…” I muse, but I already know I’m going to agree.
I need to be alone. Get all these people out of my room and decompress. For once, I don’t feel like torturing a douchebag in the basement of Theta’s manor.
“What do you want then?” he asks.
“Papers. Slips. Same ol’ thing.” I don’t give a shit about his stupid car. But I’d revel in having it chopped up along with his fingers, sending him a package filled with a piece of metal and flesh every week for ten weeks.
“Sounds good to me,” he says with a shrug to hide his fear.
“Fantastic. Next Friday night.”
He snags Ashlyn’s arm, pulling her behind him. The movement isn’t gentle. “At the Maned Marauder’s underpass and not your Viper’s warehouse.”
I snort. “Sure, buddy. See you then.” Lowering my voice, I address Tade and the other guys, “Get him out of here.”
Talon shoves Ashlyn toward the door, murmuring with sharp whispers, and I can sigh a breath of relief when she goes.
Clapping my hands loudly, I announce, “Alright, everyone, this room is closed for the evening. Get the fuck out.”
People stop their thrusting and slowly dress. My girls crawl over to me, their chain leashes dragging across the red plush carpet. Sutton’s perfect body slithers seductively while Elowyn and Blaire sit like good dogs.
I unclip their leashes and roll them around my fist. “We’re done.
Dismissed,” I tell them, and they rise, then find their clothes in my closet.
Once she’s finished dressing, Sutton strolls past, letting her fingers drag across my chest. I gather her up for a soft kiss, and she sighs happily in my mouth.
“Bye, honey,” she says with a little glimmer in her eye.
When she turns away, I swat her ass.
But as soon as the doors close behind them, and I’m finally alone…
I break.
Sharp like a branding iron, agony sears my heart until it’s hard to breathe. I lock the door, pour another whiskey, down it, then throw the glass into the fire. It shatters. The destruction eases some of my anguish.
I knew she’d come to NU. I knew it… But I was hoping to avoid her.
Let her think she drew blood tonight.
The real battle hasn’t even begun.