Her eyes threaten to close, so I slide my fingers out, force them into her mouth, then growl when she bites me hard enough to make my cock jump in its denim confines.
I ram my fingers back inside her cunt and yank down her dress. Her full breasts spill free, bobbing in the dim glow from the gap in the door. It’s almost painful to look at her like this in the throes of pleasure.
Her breaths come in quick bursts that fan my collarbones, and her brown eyes peer up at me as if I’m her heavenly savior.
I am a lot of things.
A savior is not one of them.
I’m the reaper who’s here to steal her soul and grab it from Daemon’s clutches so I can play with her for a while before handing her back in pieces for him to feast on.
Her tight little pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I finally give in to the urge to suck her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Say it,” I whisper. “Tell me you’re a whore.”
She pulls free from my grip on her throat and stares at the wall. The defiance in her gaze is catnip, designed to lure monsters out of the shadows. It’s a beacon calling to something far darker than the Devil.
I slide my fingers out and slap her pussy. She still doesn’t look at me, so I slap it again and again until her knees threaten to buckle. My hand disappears from beneath her skirt, and I crowd her against the shelf, then tuck her hair behind her ears. “I want to hear the words from your lips, little witch.”
Her eyes flick to mine, sparkling with tears, and she bites out, “I’m a whore.”
My smile spreads, flashing fangs. “Yeah, you are.” Palming over her back, I pull her into me so that we’re flush against each other. This way, I can feel her shaky breaths and the press of her luscious, naked tits.
I flip her hair away from her shoulder and let my fingers brush over her pulse point, where her heartbeat thunders in rhythm with mine. She’s perfection.
The perfect weapon to destroy the people I love.
And that makes her dangerous.
And for reasons unbeknownst to me, my dick likes that a little bit too much.
“How does it feel?” she breathes. “To defy the heir to the throne. Your best friend.”
I kiss her then. If for no other reason than to shut her up. That’s what I tell myself when I grab her hips, lift her up against the shelf, and drag my fingers up the outside of her smooth thighs, over the curve of her ass, until the skirt bunches around her slender waist. Her round ass molds perfectly in my hands as I grind my hard dick against her soaking cunt.
“You’re making a mess of my jeans,” I taunt, unbuttoning them one-handed and freeing my rock-hard length.
If I don’t take her now, I’ll die. I need to bury myself so deep inside her that I forget my own name.
“Alaric,” she moans as I grip the shelf behind her head. Her eyes lock with mine, and for one brief second, we breathe each other’s air. Then I impale her in one thrust, making her cry out, muffling the sound with my hand. The door isn’t locked, and the last thing we need is for someone to come in here.
I wouldn’t stop if they did.
I would fuck her and stake a claim in front of the intruder before chasing them down and cutting their throat for seeing her like this, with her eyes blown wide and her swollen tits bouncing wildly.
“Your soaking pussy is strangling my dick, little witch.”
Her intangible response vibrates against the palm of my hand, but I don’t let her speak. I don’t want her words. I want her pleasure. I want those big brown eyes to watch me fuck her like she’s my own fuck toy. And I want her to love every fucking second of it.
I lean back, grip her hip, and watch her pussy swallow my dick over and over before I pull out and slide the slick, veiny length over her swollen clit once… twice… Then I fill her up again and grit my teeth.
“You should see how greedy your cunt is, little witch. How much it loves my cock.” I bury myself to the hilt and groan deep in my chest.
She feels so fucking good.
I should stay away.
Not let her steal my sanity like this. I’m falling right into her trap, like a helpless fly awaiting the spider to devour it.