Page 11 of Bloody Desecration

He let go of a wrist so he could take my jaw in his hand, and his fingers squeezed against my lower jaw so hard I gasped. “You are,” Alistair whispered, his breath hot as it bloomed across my face. “Why do you think I chose you, hmm? I knew it from the moment I first saw you, Brianna. I knew you were like me, like us, and I knew you had to be ours.”

The pain emanating from his grip on my jaw was anything but painful, ironically. I didn’t so much mind it. And though I fought with myself to stay sane, to not lose myself in Alistair Montgomery again, I could feel my inner willpower wavering.

“I thought I was supposed to be Gareth’s?” I asked quietly.

His body shifted above mine, and the moment he pressed his midsection down, I could feel the hardness of his dick. Had it been hard this whole time? I’d been too lost in the whole situation to pay much attention, but now… let’s just say it was impossible to ignore, and feeling it against my body made certain parts of me heated with unholy hunger.

“That’s what I told myself when I decided to go after you,” he said, the fingers around my jaw loosening and lowering to my neck, which he then took in his hand possessively. The blueness of his gaze turned fiery, and he leaned his head down, his nose grazing my cheek. “You were for Gareth. But lately—lately I’ve been coming to terms with the fact that I didn’t take you for Gareth.”

My breath caught. I knew what he was going to say next, and the anticipation thrummed in my veins. My thighs squeezed together, my inner core clenching as if a cock was buried in it.

“I took you for me,” he breathed out, moving his mouth to hover it over mine, so I could feel the way his lips brushed against mine with every single word he spoke. “I took you because, for the first time in my life, I wanted something other than the hunt between a predator and its prey. I wanted the hunt of an animal and its mate.”

Something like that would sound weird coming from the mouth of anyone else, but from Alistair, let’s just say it was damn near the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. My eyelids fluttered closed as he said it, every nerve in my body tingling with desperation and need.

God, this man. I hated him and everything he stood for, everything he’d done to protect Gareth all these years, and yet… on the flip side, I couldn’t hate him, just like I couldn’t really hate Gareth or Rick for being murderers.

I wanted to. Oh, God, how I wanted to hate them all, but deep down, I think I knew I was just as lost in them as they were in me. If I never surfaced from these dark waters, if I drowned in them, it wasn’t a bad way to go.

“I took you because I could see it, the way you hide from everyone else,” Alistair went on, his lips dangerously close to mine. It was like we shared the same air, and I wanted nothing more than for him to press those lips on mine and kiss me like he wanted to devour me whole. “I could see, underneath it all, how different you are from everyone else. You belong with us, Brianna. You belong with me.”

I didn’t think I’d ever heard Alistair sound more serious, like he really, truly meant every single word. And as much as I wanted to argue with him, tell him that I wasn’t like him and Gareth—or even Rick, for that matter—I couldn’t. This man had me trapped, literally pinned down, and every part of me ached for him. I lost my mind when he was in the picture, even though he should be more off-limits than anyone else.

He was my stepfather. He was married to my mom still, even if they weren’t having sex. What could this ever become? Would it ever be more than a mistake?

There was only one way to find out.

Since he wouldn’t kiss me, I decided to kiss him. I pushed against the hand wrapped around my neck, lifting my face an inch and pressing my mouth upon his. His chest immediately hummed with approval, and he kissed me back immediately, pushing my head back down to the pillow, his lips taking over, commanding in every way.

The hand holding down my other wrist finally released it, and it traveled straight to my body, to my chest. His hand cupped the bottom curve of my tit, caressing the sensitive skin there for a while before moving to tweak my nipple.

Alistair was intoxicating, commanding and alluring in every way, even though I knew exactly what kind of monster he was. I… I didn’t care what he did. I didn’t care that he was a killer, nor did I give a shit that he was my stepdad. The only thing I could think in that moment was how badly I wanted to feel him inside me.

His lips ravaged mine, almost bruising, but I didn’t care. He could claim me however he wanted, and I’d gladly give him everything. I would worship at his altar every day of the damned week, lay back and spread my legs to the only god there was: him. Alistair Montgomery.

He pulled his lips off mine, his blue gaze hard on me as he said, “Tell me what you want, Brianna. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” As he said it, his hips pressed down on me, and I let out a soft sigh in response. He knew exactly what I wanted, he just wanted to hear me say it.

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed out the words, and they came tumbling out in a rush, like I couldn’t get them out fast enough.

Alistair lowered his mouth to my ear, murmuring, “Tell Daddy where you want him.”

I shivered against him. “I want him inside of me.” My insides practically screamed out with need, my core still clamping down on nothing since there was no cock inside of me.

Goddamn it. How long would he make me wait? Would he literally make me beg? I was so delirious with need I think I would. I’d get on my knees and do anything he asked. This man made me mindless.

“Tell him how you want him to fuck you,” he whispered as he nibbled my earlobe and made me croon.

“I want him to fuck me hard,” I answered back, lowering my hands to his hips, where I felt his belt. He lifted his midsection off me enough to let me clumsily try to undo his belt. If I could get his cock out sooner, the quicker it’d be in me.

“You want me to fuck you nice and hard?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured. My whole body burned with desire, my clit aching. I wanted to come on his cock, and I wanted him to come inside of me. I couldn’t think straight, the desire too strong inside.

I could hear Alistair smirking, and he pulled away from my ear. He let go of my neck and my tit, leaning up and straddling me on his knees. My mouth parted, and I panted as I worked at getting his belt off—a lot easier now that I could see what I was doing. All the while, Alistair watched me with half-lidded eyes, breathing out of his mouth, his chest rising and falling with even, ragged breaths.

I managed to get his belt undone, and I didn’t bother to pull it out of his pant loops. Once it was open, I went straight for the button and zipper on his pants—and he let me pull his cock out and stroke it a few times, still watching.

His cock was long. Longer than Gareth’s, though perhaps not quite as thick. It was just as I remembered it: all veins and red skin, the kind of dick that made your stomach twist in anticipation when you saw it. Mouth-watering and panty-wetting.

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