Page 76 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Wait, wha—” As I began to question him, he stuffed the black lace in my mouth, soaking up my gasp with the fabric. Before I could spit it out, a roll of black duct tape was in his hand and he pulled off a piece with a loud rip and slapped it over my mouth.

A muffled cry left my mouth when he picked up the silver stake I’d noticed from earlier.

“Ruby!” Vincent shouted on the other end. “I swear I’ll kill you if you hurt one fucking hair on her head.”

Ignoring him, Eros slid the pointed end of the stake from my inner knee up my thigh, making a shallow cut, his tongue trailing behind the blade to lap up the blood. His hot, soft tongue was a stark contrast against the cold bite of silver on my flesh.

My muscles unwound some when he spun the stake around so the hilt faced me, the garnets spelling out his initials glinting wickedly in the light. When he pressed it against my entrance, I quivered against the cold metal.

“Moan for it baby, tell me how much you want it inside you. But if you want to invoke my mercy, blink twice and our game will end.”

That’s when he decided to hang up on Feral with the brandish of an impish smirk. He probably wanted to leave him hanging, stewing in the possibilities of all that could have happened during the day while I was chained up in Deathwish’s fucked up torture room.

Deep down I knew Eros wouldn’t hurt me, not really anyway. But Vincent definitely wasn’t of that same opinion. The second the sun set, he was going to storm down here and it wasn’t going to be pretty. Part of me felt bad for making Vincent worry. Because hewasworried. The way he shouted my name couldn’t have been an act. No one was that good at feigning concern.

Once the sun went down and that door unlocked, I feared that Eros and Vincent might kill each other. Like for real.

Until then, I had several hours to revel in Deathwish’s deviant ways.

There was still time to turn back. I knew if I wanted to stop, he would. But I had already come so far. Between Corry bending me over his bike, and straddling Vincent in the back of his car, they had worked me up into a frustrated tangle of need. And Deathwish carried a promise in his eyes that he was going to deliver on, helping me coax out the little ball of delicious heat that was beginning to build low in my belly like a dirty, sinful promise.

So I didn’t blink. Instead, I moaned a loud and shameful noise that bled through my panties and duct tape.

“That’s a good fuck doll,” he crooned through a grated purr. With one hand, he slowly began to sink the hilt of the stake into me while his other gripped my shoulder, his thumb pressed into the hollow of my throat in a possessive yet gentle hold. I moaned, low and lusty into the wad of lace in my mouth as he pushed the stake deeper yet.

My chest heaved as my breathing quickened, thighs shaking as my body took in the invasion. He brought his forehead to rest against mine, his scent of cloves and smoke wrapping around me like another set of bindings.

His breath feathered over my skin like a delicate touch, an enticing contrast paired with the way his gloved fist worked to fill me with a dangerous weapon.

“You take it so well, baby doll,” he said with a heated kiss to my brow. “I can’t wait to see how you cry and writhe for me when I’m feeding you my cock.”

My spine arched off the tool rack as he began to ease the stake in and out at an excruciatingly delicious pace. My own body was so wet with need, it coated the silver in my arousal that soaked my entrance and left the interior of my thighs glistening.

“You’re so damn beautiful spread open for me like this. I can scent that you’re close to climax. Do you want to come for me, doll?”

I gave a delirious nod, my forehead knocking against his, the delicious warmth swelling and coming to a torturous head. My whole body convulsed with a blissful shudder and stars dotted my vision. Without warning, he ripped the duct tape and the panties from my mouth and I let out a yelp-laced moan that he swiftly consumed in a brutal kiss that had me melting against him.

Orgasms weren’t something new to me, not when one of the few things to keep me entertained in my bedroom prison had been my extensive collection of spicy romance books.

But the oh-so-decadent pain brought on by Deathwish’s skilled hand introduced a whole new level of pleasure.

Coming down from the peak of ecstasy, I sagged in my shackles, my eyelids struggling to stay open.

“You’re exhausted. You should get some rest.”

“Wait, that’s it? I thought we were going to…” My cheeks flared with heat as my mind was filled with images of his body pushing into mine. I wanted to see his cock, to feel it as it stretched me, hot and throbbing.

My skin flushed as I watched him discard his gloves and stride to a utility sink in the far corner of the room. He came back a moment later with a basin of hot water and set it down on the bench next to me.

“We will, doll. But I want you awake when I fuck you. You can barely keep your eyes open.” He was right, I needed to sleep. His muscular form, bathed in firelight, began to blur. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was him wringing out a cloth. I twitched slightly as I felt his bare skin brush mine, followed by the warm cloth as he ran it gently between my legs, over my navel, and between my breasts.

He was cleaning me.

I probably desperately needed it, considering I was coated in crusted blood, sweat, and my own arousal. But somehow it felt like the intimate gesture meant more than that. His touch oozed with devotion. Like I was his treasured plaything, a doll he would protect and care for even when he’d push me nearly to the point of breaking.

The sound of unlatching shackles ribboned around my ears and I felt myself being lifted and carried to the next room. I sighed against the heat of his bare chest, inhaling his masculine scent. He set me down into the cool satin sheets of his bed, and the mattress dipped under his weight as he joined me, tugging me into the sanctuary of his brawny frame.

“I’m going to make you mine, Princess of Vampires. All mine.”

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