Page 46 of A Love So Deadly
I stop. It’s not the passing down of strong family genes. It’s him.
Actuallyhim.
He really is a monster. And I’m tied up like dinner.
He’s…he’s…
A throb passes through me. It’s horror-filled, dusted in a deep-seated lust that has me tight.
He’s a vampire? They’re real?
“Let me down,” I gasp, trying to thrash and get free, but all I do is rock in place. He’s got me suspended off the floor by at least three feet, the ropes restrictive and biting. I’m stuck, tangled, and completely at his mercy. So I spit as much venom at him as much as I can. “You…you used powers on me.”
Lucian crouches in front of me, smooths my curls back from my face, his touch so tender it makes me tremble all over again.
“I haven’t. If I had then you wouldn’t be so mouthy.” He sticks his thumb into my mouth, and I bite it as hard as I can. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I fucking bite.
But instead of rearing back in pain, he hisses in a breath and drops his head back. “Fuck yes, Elliot.” He groans. “Bite me harder. Fuck…”
Then he starts to thrust into my mouth with his thumb.
It’s so unexpected that I freeze. I don’t know what to do. Instead, some terrible change comes over me, and I’m hit by a rush of lust so strong I can’t see. When he shoves a second finger into my mouth, and commands me to suck, I do. I don’t have a choice. I’m hypnotized by him and his darkness.
Then he adds a third and pushes them all in deep, like he’s trying to stretch out my mouth, like he’s trying to fuck my throat with them.
Drool drips, coating my chin, and my thoughts flash back to when he fucked my throat in the basement. How big he was and how good it felt. I want that again. I want him.
“Here’s the deal, Monty. If you want to run, you can tell me, and I’ll let you down. You can go home, and I can even terminate your contact,” he says, his speech unaffected by his fangs. His expression is unreadable on his handsome face. “If not, I’m going to fuck you.”
The bluntness of his words sends an electric shock through me, right to my clit. He takes his fingers out and wipes them on my nipples, making me want to scream and moan at the same time. The pupils of his eyes have swallowed all of the midnight blue, and he stares at me with those two black holes. It’s unsettling and mesmerizing at the same time.
“How…” I swallow because I want him so desperately, I think I’ve lost my mind. “Why aren’t you influencing me, controlling me, now?”
“How do you know I’m not?”
“Because,” I whisper, “I think I can feel it when you mess with me. And you’re not. At least I don’t think so.”
“Interesting…” He rubs his lips together in thought. “But if I’m being honest, there’s no fun in mesmerizing a partner when it comes to sex. I shouldn’t have to force anyone to be with me. The other person has to be willing. Besides I—” He stops. “Well?”
“When I blew you, I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Neither was I,” he mutters.
“But…”
“I admit I tried to mesmerize you after it but not before. And I only did so because I was afraid you’d panic and rethink your position.” A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth at the double meaning. “But you’re intriguing, Monty. You fight it. So this is just you and me right now. No influence. Neither of us thinking straight again.”
“Are you going to try and make me forget after?” I ask.
“Are you saying yes, then?”
“I’m asking if you’re going to do anymore of your vampire voodoo on me.”
He chuckles lightly. “Only if you want me to.”
Lucian’s toying with me now. He must read my lust and want. But I don’t like the idea of him fucking with my mind.
I rather him just fuck my body.
