Page 18 of Dark Desire
My eyes fucking rolled as I growled through gritted teeth, fisting her hair to tilt her head back at the perfect angle so I could fuck her mouth with fast, hard strokes. She opened her throat for me, allowing me to go deeper and faster while her hands roamed up my rippling abs under my hoodie. Her nails scraped at my skin and I became blind with pleasure from her touch. From her mouth. From her submission.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Fucking take it all.”
She moaned, and the vibrations threw me over the edge of uncontrollable need. My balls tightened and I felt my whole body tense as the first orgasm I’d had in centuries crippled me with ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I roared into the forest, shaking above her as hot ropes of cum pumped down her throat. It felt like I was coming for another lifetime as I panted and groaned through it, and when I opened my eyes and peered down, I realised what the fuck I’d done.
Through my orgasm, my hold on my spell had slipped and I was no longer in her dream. Instead, I was kneeling above her on the carpet of Evie’s spare room, with my cock thrust down her throat as she stared up at me with a mix of alarm, desire and disbelief. I yanked myself out of her and stood up, glaring at her aroused, shocked and thoroughly fucked face. The blanket had fallen below her chest, exposing her large naked tits to me.
Our heavy breathing filled the silence as we stared. She seemed to be in a state of shock, frozen in place with her hands pressed against her head and her lips slightly parted from where my cock had just been. Her wide hazel eyes scanned my towering frame, settling on the eye slits of the devil mask, locking onto mine. And then I heard and saw her swallow.
Fuck.
She just swallowed my cum. And then fucking licked her lips as though she wanted more.
I shoved my dick back in my jeans and did up my buckle, never breaking eye contact with her. Her body was trembling a little, whether from shock, desire or fear, I couldn’t be sure, but her heart was pounding violently. Narrowing my green eyes on her, I slowly retreated, and she sat up, her lips parting to say something, but then thinking better of it. I strolled back towards the window.
“Wait!”
I paused but didn’t turn around. Instead, I shifted my head slightly to the side with curiosity.
“You’re just going to leave? You break in, invade my dream, shove your dick down my throat and then walk away? Aren’t you going to make me come, too?”
I almost laughed. Honestly, for the first time in centuries, I almost collapsed into hysterics, but the anger at myself for letting my desire distract me from what I was supposed to do stopped me. I kept my composure and turned to face her.
She was sitting with her back against the wall, blankets around her waist, tousled hair, and a look that a weaker man wouldn't be able to walk away from.
I took an intimidating step back towards her, and she visibly gulped, fear reigniting beneath her arousal.
“Only good girls get to come,” I husked. “And you, Darcelle Knightsbridge, are the fucking worst.”
She frowned at that comment and lifted her chin a little higher. “Did you come here to kill me?”
I tilted my head to the side slowly, keeping her in suspense until I replied with ice-cold conviction. “Tonight, no. Tomorrow, maybe. At some point, yes.”
“And why not tonight?” she whispered, eyeing me with suspicion.
I smirked beneath my mask. “You told me to use you. So, I’m going to fucking use you. However I like. And when I’m done with you, I’ll kill you.”
She exhaled deeply but didn’t look away from my frosty glare. “What are you?”
I turned to the bin in the corner of the room and lifted the carrier bag containing the fae’s head. Her eyes widened with alarm.
“The darkness you’ll never escape and the desire you’ll never resist until your dying breath.”
She drew in a sharp breath, and I turned back to the window, leaping out and landing on the lawn with the decapitated head still in my hand. As I walked down the path and up the street, I could feel her eyes on me from the window, but I resisted the urge to glance back. My boots thundered against the pavement, my frustration and confusion evident in every step. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was only meant to scare her. To haunt her dreams, torment her, punish her, and instil such fear that she’d be unable to sleep, walking around like a zombie, consumed by paranoia and unable to function.
But things had just changed. There was no going back from what I had done. Now, I was taking a different route. One that would evoke a different kind of fear. One that would consume her completely. She’ll crave me and fear me all at once. She’ll beg for me while worrying it might be the last thing she ever does.
But I had to be cautious. I wasn't under any illusion that she didn’t already have some kind of hold over me. My desire for her was uncontrollable. Tonight was a prime example of that. She awakens my darkest impulses, draws them out, and toys with them as if they were always hers to claim. She's the only thing that can make my blood surge and my pulse race at the same time.
I’m going to destroy her, but I'll worship her while doing it. Only one of us will survive this, though I may just ruin myself in the process. Still, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Chapter Eight
I’ve finally lost it. It was bound to happen sooner or later, given my track record, but yeah. I’ve lost my grip on reality. I’ve lost my sanity. I’ve thrown caution to the wind and asked a masked assassin who has been sent here to kill me to fuck me instead.
If I had any family or friends and told them what I did last night, they’d be throwing me an intervention and getting me some much-needed therapy. But I’m a loner, so I only have to deal with my own voice telling me I’m a complete loon. The problem is, I really don’t care anymore.
I haven’t given up as such. No. I don’twantto die. But when you know you can’t keep running, when you know your time is up, there is a sort of peace that comes with that acceptance and after last night, I can safely say a ‘fuck it’ attitude, too. Because if I am going to be murdered soon, why the fuck shouldn’t I throw myself at the insanely hot masked man who dug up a corpse, planted its head in my bed and threatened to kill me?
