Page 32 of Dark Desire
I growled into her pussy, giving over to the need to devour it completely and send her mad with pleasure. Within seconds, she was screaming, her legs trembling under my firm grip as I took her over the edge. Fuck, she came even harder from my tongue and the taste of her was like drinking pure ecstasy.
I ripped my mouth away from her throbbing pussy and plunged two fingers into her instead, gazing up at her thrashing body to watch her. “Another. I want another from you, little witch.”
With two fingers slowly massaging and stretching her, she lifted her head in a daze as I teased my thumb against her asshole. Her whole body tensed and froze when she saw me without my mask, suddenly remembering who I was. The look of pure shock was almost laughable when she blinked multiple times to check I was really there.
“What the fuck!” she screamed, kicking at me hysterically. I growled, pinning one leg beneath the weight of my body and bending the other up to her chest with my hand.
“I said, I want another,” I commanded, pausing my fingers inside her as my thumb slowly eased into her tight asshole.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, throwing her head back on the pillow briefly before lifting it to stare at me again. “Zachary? How? What? I don’t under—ah.”
The moment my tongue circled her clit while my fingers moved inside her, her words became inaudible. Her shock was replaced by pleasure as she panted and squirmed against me, rocking harder into my face as she rode out another intense, extra-long orgasm. A gush of pleasure soaked the mattress and covered my face, which made me growl with appreciation. Her body slumped, completely spent, as I pulled away, kneeling upat the end of the bed to stare down the length of her gorgeous, utterly used body. I smirked with malice as her vision returned and her shocked gaze settled on my face once more.
I tapped her pussy, causing her to flinch at the sensitivity. “Because you’ve made such a beautiful mess for me, I’ll give you two more days before I rip your heart out, little witch.”
“You’re my masked assassin?” she panted, staring up at me with a mix of confusion and arousal. “But you’re human! You live with Beryl!”
I cocked my head to the side with a smirk. “You’re not the only supernatural in this village, Darcelle Knightsbridge.”
She gulped.
I moved off the bed and picked up the devil mask, shoving it in my back pocket as my gaze slid up her naked body. “I guess you can be a good girl, after all.”
Turning my back on her, I headed for the door, ignoring her suddenly panicked thrashing and the rattling of the handcuffs.
“What the fuck? Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here like this! Zachary! You fucking asshole! Come back here and get these things off me! Zachary! I’m going to fucking murder you!”
I slammed the front door of the church behind me with a wicked smile.
Chapter Twelve
He did it. The maniac actually left me like this. Naked, covered in semen and blood and handcuffed to the bed with no access to my magic. Completely helpless.
FUCK HIM.
I mean, fuck him in the insulting sense, not literally fuck him. Although let’s be honest, who was I kidding? I still would. Maybe. But not until I give him a piece of my damn mind.
“Urgh!” I screamed in frustration, yanking my wrists so hard I worried I’d break a bone. Shit, I might have to break a bone to get out of these things. I whimpered, kicking my legs against the mattress. Why? Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I guess being deprived of sex for so long really could take its toll on a person’s sanity. I couldn’t deny that the orgasms I just received weren’t mind-blowing. I think I may have levitated at one point. But were they worth this humiliation? The jury was still out.
Giving up for a few minutes, I ran the revelations of last night back through my mind. My green-eyed assassin was the sexy red-headed Viking nudist? What were the chances? I didn’tknow whether to be thrilled or distressed because on the one hand, I seemed to have entered into some weird, kinky, sex game of chicken with the man, but then again, he wanted to kill me at the end of it. I knew he was too damn good to be true. No man walks around looking that bloody edible without having major red flags. He was a vampire seeker, likely a hybrid, and was disguising himself as a human, living in bloody Beryl’s house. What was he doing? Seekers had never gone to these lengths to kill me before. Usually, they just showed up and attacked. They never showed themselves to humans, let alone live with any of them. It put me on edge. This seeker was completely unhinged, and I was starting to realise how much danger I was putting the people of this village in.
I must have stayed there for another hour or two before I realised this wasn’t just a sick prank. The prick wasn’t coming back. And I needed a wee so bad, but there was no way I was pissing myself on top of everything else.
Weighing up my limited options, I realised there was only one way out of this. To scream at the top of my lungs for help until someone walking past the church might hear the commotion. Choosing to live a mile away from the nearest house suddenly felt like a terrible mistake.
It didn't last long before my voice cracked from the dryness of my throat. Great. I needed a drink on top of a wee.
Booming knocks on the front door caused my head to snap up off the pillow and my eyes widened.
“Hello?” I desperately shouted as loudly as my strained voice would allow.
“Miss Knightsbridge? Open the door, please. It’s the police,” a deep voice barely floated to my room.
Oh bollocks.What was the time? I was supposed to go to the station for questioning about the grave thing at ten.
The knocking became more persistent. Panic flooded through me.What the hell should I do?
“Miss Knightsbridge. Open the door.” PC Mawdly’s authoritative voice was much clearer this time.
