Page 111 of When Night Falls

Though she seems perfectly capable of handling the waves of transition, the idea of Cyn trying to fight through the pain on her own actually has one effect. Dismay. The more I look into her silver, hollowed eyes and see the betrayal that she tries to hide caressing her spirit, it makes me feel disconcerted imagining how much pain she had endured when waking up alone once again. Just like she did the day after her father attempted his assault.

"You don't understand the grip you have on me. It's detrimental to my being, Lucynda." It's a risk to admit as much to her. This whole time I've been toying the line of letting her know that I can't let her in the way she desires. But I know that now the memory that kept her captive to her intrusive thoughtsis gone, she can finally allow herself to explore lust without the idea of love.

Lucynda stands from the bench, the sheet falling freely from her body exposing just how naked she is underneath.

Jealousy ravages any control I had left against this girl as her captivating body is on full display for me, thinking about how she walked through these halls nearly naked for everyone else to see.

"Kacian?" She calls out to behind me, peering her head over my shoulder to wink at my guard. I look back to see him closing the doors to the room before his steps echo away down the hall.

"Good boy," she whispers, and I’m not fully convinced she meant it for him.

I make a mental note to berate him later for his lack of judgment when it comes to letting my wife do as she pleases, especially if this is how she is going to behave.

Cyn humbly flaunts her hypnotizing body as she walks in my direction to close the gap between us. She lifts her index finger to my chest and traces the collar of my shirt as she taunts me with her sirenic words.

"That's funny, my king." She allows her finger to drift from the collar up to the edge of my chin before dragging it over my ear then to the back of my neck, slowly circling me. "Because just last night as you willingly slid your thick cock into my pussy, you reminded me of just how much you love to break me."

The hunger I feel for her has strengthened at the mere thought of her words and just how fucking intense it felt for me to be inside her.

"So, let's play a little game of show and tell shall we? You show me just howdetrimental I am to your being." She once again throws my own words back at me. "And I'll tell you if you're doing a good job or not." Lucynda now stands back in front ofme but she continues her sensual strides away from me, walking back toward the piano.

She turns around when she reaches the bench again. Little baby hairs caress her forehead, and her lashes flutter against her cheeks with so much danger behind her eyes that my cock stirs in my sleep pants.

"So," she breathes. "What the fuck are you waiting for, Husband?"

I curl my fists at my side wanting to do nothing but strangle the little vixen in front of me. But it would be out of pleasure and not truly out of pain, only inflicting little twinges of discomfort to feed into the masochism my sin seems to have developed with her new vampire persona.

"Sit," I demand and she listens, planting her bare ass against the cold, sleek wood of the piano bench. "Face the keys." She spins herself eloquently so that her legs are out in front of her, hands in her lap, back straight, and facial expression unwavering as she waits for my next command.

I make my way to stand behind her. I sense the tension that coils inside her the closer I get until it's almost too much for me to bear as I position my knees against the edge of the seat.

"I didn't know you could play." I lean down and toy with her braid, letting my fingers slide over the smoothness of each thick stand that dips into another. They trail all the way down to the tip of the braid until I reach her spine and start my descent down the seam of her back.

She shivers at my touch and when she doesn't respond to me, I yank her braid back so that her head strains to look up at me from where I stand.

"Time to tell, little one. Your rules, remember?" I know those aren't exactly her rules, but I also happen to know that she'll do as I ask anyways.

She swallows as I release her hair.

"When I was in highschool, I tried everything I could to avoid going home. The music teacher stayed later than all the others to work on choir skits, so she let me hang out in her piano room where I learned to play." Her tone is hushed, but not because she's ashamed of her truth. She actually lets it go quite easily and that makes me very fucking proud of her.

"Self-taught. That's talent, little one." I stand still behind her, not touching her anymore. Not yet. I just watch as the rise and fall of her chest betrays the facade she's putting on for me, trying to feign composure but I know she's damn near lost to the need of bleeding for me again.

"Don't get your hopes up." She chuckles. "I only know that one song."

I lean down to the lobe of her ear, letting my voice feather against her skin in a light ghostly breath. "Let me hear it again."

She acts unbothered by my intrusion, but I hear the little gasp that escapes her.

"Apologize to me," she says nonchalantly. Fuck, when she tells me what to do, my veins burn with desire.

"I already did," I remind her.

"Again." She turns up to look at me as I stand behind her. "Say it again and I'll consider playing for you."

I lean over her, letting my chest hover over her shoulder as I wrap my hand around to the front of her throat to force her head back to me once more, holding her in place so that the top of her head rests against my abdomen. I let my lips come down to hers, barely touching as we face each other nearly upside down.

"I am so fucking sorry for leaving you alone, Lucynda. I'll never do it again." My apology sounds more like I'm begging her for forgiveness instead, but I don't care because in this moment I might be the one calling most of the shots, but she is the one who holds all the power. And it dawns on me that I remain a man of honor, never breaking my word unless it is against my choice.

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