Page 17 of A Love So Deadly (Kissed by Darkness #1)

Chapter

Fifteen

Elliot

H e has fangs.

Fangs.

Things tumble forward and start to make sense out of the outrageous.It all slams into me, clocking me hard, making my breath whoosh from my lungs.

Him not eating food, working at night or late afternoons, the fortress feeling of the whole VMR complex… No light gets in, not once you’re through the lobby doors.

And then…

The blood drinking I saw in here.

His fucking picture.That old one. The one I thought was a relative.

I stop. It’s not the passing down of strong family genes. It’s him.

Actually him .

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.

“I want to remember,” I say. “All of it.”

“So, are you giving me permission, Monty?” He leans in, fangs pushing into his bottom lip. “I’m going to have to hear you say it. Out loud.”

I’d love to say the truth of what he truly is hasn’t sunk in, but I know the world is dark and things aren’t what they seem. But out of all the evils I’ve met tonight, I’ll take his over the human kind.

“Yes,” I breathe out the word. “I am giving you permission.”

He doesn’t smile, just strokes my face and rises.

He becomes so utterly other, a sculptor, creator, a creature of power, and each touch from him heightens the throbbing need within me.

And when he walks around me, he observes, checks the ropes, and adjusts them just so, here and there, so they can apply the perfect amount of pressure on my most sensitive parts.

Then the rope shifts slightly between my legs to press right against my asshole.

I whimper.

Everything draws each moment out to elevate the need.

The frustration. When he’s behind me, and I’m lost sight of him, fear lights my veins.

I know he’s close still—his presence never strays—but when I feel his cool hands on my ass cheeks, I freeze.

Then, a sharp sting that makes me cry out.

He’s bitten my ass, marked me. But without fangs.

Nothing’s pierced skin, but the anticipation of him trying that next makes me squirm.

Then his tongue moves down, between my thighs, to my pussy.

He must be on his knees, beneath me, but I can’t see from the ropes.

I’m being held in place like a sacrifice, and now he’s licking me, killing me in that perfect way that builds my orgasm quickly and violently.

His tongue laps over my folds, slipping over the rope, sometimes under it, and he sucks on my inner lips, my outer ones, somehow shifting the rope to push into my opening, or move the top knot onto my clit.

I shudder on the brink, every part alive and burning hot.

He changes places again.

Fluid, silent, and he spins me, turns me so I’m facing the ground, my pussy his.

Oh Christ, the ropes must be wet because I’m dripping, that need inside building and building, and the pleasure rising high, but there’s no release.

Everything pushes me close then drags me away. And I cry out in frustration.

He only laughs.

Fuck. He abandons my pussy. The ropes tighten, and so goes my body with the desire to come. I can’t do this anymore. It’s torture. I whimper.

I don’t even notice him taking me down, not until I’m on the ground. I’m still bound, unable to move, but at least I’m not hovering in the air anymore.

Scooping me up in his arms, he walks us over to the bed and lays me on the silk sheets. As he undoes his pants and releases himself, I’m transfixed. I’m unable to do a thing, and before I can blink, he’s on me, pushing his hard cock into me in one forceful push.

The first stretch of his cock entering me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. He’s big, I knew that, but he fills me so completely that I start to come without warning. I’m swept up in it as he thrusts into me, slamming hard.His fangs glint in the room’s low light.

Without warning, he pushes a finger into my ass. I want to say wait, go slow, but my tongue is stuck, and the orgasm is still rolling. And…and…I’m not sure I want him to stop. I want all the pleasure he can give me. Every last drop.

He’s fucking me wildly now, my legs spread wide, and his balls slapping against me. The sound fills the room. It hurts, it’s euphoric, and all I can do is gasp and cry out whenever he pulls all the way out and slams back in.

When his long fingers grab the knot between my breast, he uses the grip as leverage to forcefully pull me toward him at the same time as he thrusts. He destroys me. He’s grunting yet extremely focused, like he’s using all his concentration in this moment.

Maybe he’s trying not to come yet, or maybe…

Thrusting now in slower, deeper strokes, he leans forward, his hands coming to either side of my head, and his dark hair falls around my face. He’s so close, and his mouth opens, gaze locked on my neck.

Oh my god. He’s going to bite me.

A terrifying thrill shoots through me at the thought, but as if he can read my mind, he shakes his head and pulls back.

“Fuck…” he breathes, seeming to be talking mostly to himself. “I can’t. I’ll bite you like that. Too tempting.”

Then he pulls out.

The sudden loss of his cock has my pussy clenching and me whimpering again. But before I can complain, he switches places, to the side of the bed, and uses the knot at my chest again—this time to drag my upper body closer to the edge.

He spins me, positions me so that my head is hanging over the side and his cock is bobbing right there in front of my face. My mouth waters.

Lucian pushes his cock into my mouth. This time, he goes slow, taking his time.

And it’s unbelievable. I swallow him, stretch around him, and he’s so fucking deep, I gag.

That doesn’t stop him, though. A cool hand comes around my throat, covering my jugular, and squeezing as he starts to fuck me in long and deep strokes.

It’s like he’s jerking himself off with my throat, and the idea is filthy and only turns me on more.

I’m his little fuck toy, his completely to do whatever he wants. And that thought alone makes me wet.

“Oh yessss…” he hisses. I imagine his eyes rolling and his head titling back, and it’s so hot, I’m shaking. “Monty, your throat is fucking perfection.”