Page 35 of Death Comes for Her
Even as I ran, even as fright twisted up within me and shredded my insides apart, I recalled Dante’s fingers in my core and how it felt when he made me orgasm. An unspoken understanding floated between me as I fled, and Dante as he chased. We knew, we understood, that a game was afoot, and it would merge with a punishment. A dangerously sweet punishment.
Burning.
“You can’t get away from me, pet. No matter where you go, where you run, I’ll be right there,” Dante shouted down the hall, voice echoing off the walls. “I’m inside you now, and I’ll fucking chase you down to the ends of the world.”
Those words sent a delirious thrill through me. It was madness, pure insanity, but the insides of my thighs were slick.
Gods-damn, I wanted… I wanted him to catch me. His fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit. It wasn’t enough. Not when I wanted the promised punishment, the cruelty, the rage. Iwanted his violence in response to my actions. And I wanted to delight in abusing the intoxicating effects of his venom.
Scared, alone, with grief in my heart and ash in my lungs, but I gripped a dagger in my hand that tethered me to something ancient, something primordial. Something powerful.
Something golden.
Burly arms belted around my waist. A hard chest slammed into my side, and the momentum sent us both flying. He twisted, caging me against his body and blocking the brunt of the fall. We rolled until a particularly hard landing unlocked his arms.
Burning.
I sprawled out on the hallway runner, hissing at the scrape of carpet on my elbows and knees. Coughing up acrid smoke and sucking in a lungful of cool air helped my aching muscles. I pulled myself into a crouch, dagger aimed at the vampire.
He kneeled before me, prowling closer with bloodlust in his eyes.
“Feral little thing. Looks like my brother was right about you,” he smirked.
“That pompous git doesn’t know his head from his ass,” I spat, then tipped my head to the side.
His barked laughter made my skin crawl. He leapt into a crouch, mimicking my posture. Fangs flashed when he shot that wicked smile.
“Tsk,” he clicked his teeth, “now that’s no way to talk about your master, not when I know how much you loved sucking his cock. Quite rude of you, pet.”
The pressure between us coiled, like a hunter’s bow pulled to the breaking point.
He lunged.
I swung.
Dante hissed, and I felt a flush of liquid pooling against the side of my hand. He bent over me with my back to the floor, hisexpression twisted in delighted surprise. No hint of pain despite my dagger lodged to the hilt in his side or his crimson blood trickling down my forearm.
His hips slotted between my spread legs. With my scant silk nightgown ridden up to my hips, the evident bulge of his arousal pressed into my core. Heat swooped and coiled in my belly.
“You fucking stabbed me,” he groaned, grinding himself into me. The friction of his tented trousers rubbing against my wet folds made me arch into him. Using one elbow to brace himself, his free hand reached down and dragged it through his blood. He swiped his bloodstained fingers over my gaping mouth, smiling like a demon as he did. “There. You’re so beautiful with blood on your skin.”
A foul urge controlled me, and I sucked his finger into my mouth. His blood coated my tongue and my teeth, tasting like violence and every dark thought I’d ever had.
Burning.
The tension snapped, finally stretched beyond its breaking point with us caught in the unfortunate middle.
I jerked the dagger from his side. Dante shuffled, ripping open his pants and lowering himself. I placed the blade to his throat, hand deceptively steady. He gripped his cock in his free hand, and our eyes locked.
His gaze traced the dark red painted over my lips and chin. I admired the scars etched across his handsome face. And my hips tipped up, gliding my slick heat along the length of his shaft. My breath hitched at the girth of him, parting my lower lips.
The plush head of his cock nudged my clit, and I keened at the bliss that rocked through me. I writhed in pleasure as he notched himself at my entrance, clenching with need. He leaned closer, but I didn’t let up the pressure of the blade.
Ruby droplets kissed the dagger as he slid himself inside me.
My head dropped to the floor, and a roar vibrated through his chest. I spread my legs further, bracketing his hips. He bottomed out inside me, stretching me more than ever in my life. My arousal wept around his cock, coating him in the embarrassing evidence of my need.
“So fucking wet for vampire cock. Gods, your cunt feels so good, Sierra.” He pulled out and slammed into me, so rough the hardwood would bruise my spine. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, little fairy?”
