Page 20 of Queen of Vampire Hearts

“You should not have run from me.” His voice was guttural, showing his own tenuous hold on his control.

He raised his hand again, landing another hard slap to my ass before massaging away the ache. The heat between my legs built with every strike, arousing me further and making me frantic. I rocked back on my knees, eagerly meeting each spank.

“That’s my good little witch, eager for her discipline,” he praised.

My need to come was making me crazy. My skin felt unfamiliar, and I ached with need. I tightened my hold on my knees and gasped as both his palms came down hard on my abused ass.

“Should not have run from me…” he murmured, still sounding crazed as he rubbed his hardness against my overly sensitive flesh. It was as if spanking me relieved none of the tension within him. I ground back against him, seeking the release that was just out of my reach. He growled, low and deep. I felt the prick of his claws against my hips as he flipped me onto my back, and I finally caught sight of his madness. His eyes glowed red, and he looked deadly.

Lucien dropped to his knees and hooked my legs over his shoulders, bringing my pussy closer. His fiery breath bathed my needy flesh, and I undulated toward him, begging for his mouth and the press of his tongue. He groaned his approval and slowly licked me with one long swipe of his tongue, a move that nearly made me come out of my skin. I panted, my hips twisting in his grip, trying to catch his tongue when it retreated. He brought it back across me, and I moaned at the sensation. “Please, Lucien! I need more! Give me more.”

I felt him smile against me. “You don’t deserve it,” he teased, then set upon me.

His tongue laved my clit, and I fisted my hands to keep from grinding against his mouth. With my legs resting against his broad shoulders and his tight grip on my hips, he was in control and could do whatever he wanted to my body. Instead of fear, the knowledge only increased my arousal.

Lucien locked his mouth over my core, stiffened his tongue inside me, and began to fuck me with it. My belly clenched, and I screamed as my climax rushed through me. My thighs squeezed his head, my muscles shaking. He swallowed my orgasm, growling against me, his glowing eyes locked on me. He continued to lick my sensitive folds, ignoring when I protested it was too soon to come again.

Lucien pulled back to snarl, “You aremine.You’ll come as many times as I tell you to.”

I could only moan in response, trying to pull away from him, but he focused his attention on my swollen, sensitive clit, and soon I was climaxing again. Lucien stood, dropping me back on the bed. Sweat misted my skin, my eyes glazed, my breasts shaking from my quick breaths. It took a moment for me to focus on him standing above me, hovering like a predator about to pounce. I couldn’t remember why I was determined to run from him.

His hard shaft was outlined in his jeans, and I licked my lips at the sight. I quickly sat up, reaching for him and cupping him through the material. I clawed at his pants, ripping them open, desperate to get my hands on his cock. My lips parted, and I gasped at my first sight of him. He was huge and pierced. I trailed my fingers lovingly along the four barbells at the underside of his shaft. Jealousy seared me at the thought of anyone marking him in such a way. He was mine! I blinked, shocked at the thought. What was happening to me?

His swollen crown jutted towards me, practically begging for my mouth. Heat pulsed at my core as I looked up and saw him watching with hooded eyes as I explored him. I dropped my gaze and tightened my hand around his cock. Gods, he was huge. The dark head was like marble, pre-cum lingering on the tip, more forming as I watched. I moaned in sympathy, feeling his pain, and his cock jerked in response. “Poor Lucien.” I nuzzled my face against the side of his shaft, delighting in his groan as his eyes flashed brighter.

“Suck on it. Now.”

He loved ordering me, but I wanted him weak in the knees, out of control, like how I felt every time he was near. So, I ignored him, torturing him with short little licks of the crown, enjoying how the pre-cum was pearling for me.

“I love your taste, Lucien,” I moaned, still unbearably aroused.

I scooted to the edge of the bed, my legs hanging over the side. I pumped my fist up and down the silken shaft and swirled my tongue over the head of his cock before wrapping my lips over it.

“Gods! Your fucking mouth.”

I looked up at him as he threw his head back in pleasure, but he snapped it back within a few seconds, his eyes locked on me as if he didn’t want to miss a second of this. Lucien’s hands tangled in my hair as I took more of him, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked on him. My fist continued pumping him, my lips and hand meeting then retreating, both working together to make him come. With my eyes locked on his, I felt him stiffen, and his release climb his shaft.

“You’re going to take my cum into your mouth. Swallow me down, every drop,” he ordered, and I moaned in assent.

He came with a shout, his semen shooting down my throat, and I swallowed him, savoring the salty taste left behind. I continued licking him clean, trying to get more of him. He pulled me off him with a pop, his breathing ragged. He leaned down to kiss me hard and easily swept me up in his kiss. I was consumed by his touch, his scent, his taste. I reached for him, about to pull him on top of me so we could finish what we had only just begun.

The unfamiliar feeling of cold metal around my wrist made me pull back in surprise. The shock remained for long enough for the identical sensation to encircle my other wrist. I shoved Lucien away, glancing down at my hands. Cuffs? He wouldn’t dare. As I watched, they shrank and grew to mid-forearm, adjusting to fit snugly around my wrists, leaving no space between the metal and my skin. I tried to claw them off, but there was no give in the spelled metal.

He’d trapped me. Why did I ever trust anyone? Lucien, the one person I had felt even slightly safe with, had betrayed me. When would I ever learn?

Fucking rule number fucking one.

“You asshole!” I screamed, jumping up, desperately trying to pry them off.

I let my fury roll over me, storming over to rifle through my rucksack, yanking on jeans along with another t-shirt. My body still felt wrong. Unfulfilled desire simmered in me, making my anger and sense of betrayal burn even brighter. Fully dressed, I whirled around, unleashing my anger, finding he had corrected his own clothes.

“So, what? You just had to get off one more time before turning me over?” I asked, my bitterness betrayed by my rough tone.

He reached out for me. “I had to make sure you couldn’t run from me again. This was the only way.”

I flinched and backed away, reaching for my magic, needing to escape. The familiar comfort of my powers had vanished.No!The worst thing you could do to a witch without killing them was to cut them off from their magic. For Lucien to seduce me just to do so...the blow was devastating. “I think I understand perfectly. You distracted me with sex, just so you could cuff me.”

Lucien dropped his hand to his side as I shrank away from him. His voice was a deep growl when he said, “That wasn’t originally my intention.”

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