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Story: Red Lace Manor
Cassian
L ittle Light trembled like a leaf in the wind, leaving me with the melody of her chattering teeth.
Poor thing didn’t even scream into my hand.
I’d initially placed it there to muffle the sound, as I’d rather not go deaf tonight.
My fingers trailed down her neck and squeezed as her pulse erratically drummed against me.
“It seems like someone’s scared,” I whispered into her ear, getting as close as my mask would allow.
She flinched against me, and I admired her determination to keep a brave face.
I squeezed just enough to remind Lux I could and would kill her, but we still had time.
It was a little past one when I’d come down here, and Seth was still brooding in his library.
All he needed was some good pussy and the rush of watching someone kill our newest bride.
But, before he got his dick wet, it was my turn.
Finders, Keepers.
I pushed her to the ground, causing her to groan, but a small noise was fine. Was she keeping quiet thanks to the hunt going on outside? I’d heard Solomon try to drown her almost a mile away, the sound was faint, but unmistakable. I couldn’t remember the last time he got to play, good for him .
“You stay there, I want to look at you before you break.” A laugh distorted my words.
My excitement was impossible to contain. Having sex once a month was rough , and while Solomon had been campaigning for a forever bride, I had little hope that a woman crazy enough to take all of us would ever exist .
I turned away, my fingers trailing along the brick wall until I met the oil lamp mounted in the wall. My fingers danced around the cool surface until I found the key to adjust the wick.
Soft shuffling hit my ears, far too close to be from either of those idiots prowling around outside. I assumed Lux was just trying to get comfortable, after all, she’d have to be brave or stupid to disobey me, and it took a certain level of intelligence to make it this far.
I patted my pockets to find the box of matches I kept on me before retrieving one.
I struck it along the wall and the orange flame sprang to life with a small sizzle. I dropped the whole thing in the lamp's mouth.
The lamp whooshed to life with a sudden burst of light and an almost unbearable sound.
To the rest of the world, it probably went unnoticed, but to me, it was like someone’d fired a gun next to my head.
My ears rang , deafening me to the world for just a moment.
I turned around to watch Lux, more out of habit than actual need, but the second I found the spot reserved for her. My eyes widened.
Where the fuck was she ?
I spun around, coming almost eye to eye with her, a silver blade glinting in her hand.
I sucked in a breath, and on instinct, tried to knock the knife away.
But, while I’d prevented her from stabbing my neck, the movement only rerouted the blade.
It made contact with the lower part of my side, slicing through the flesh and leaving me to grit my teeth as white hot pain seared through me.
Blood leaked out from the wound, staining the Harlequin pattern of my Jester costume.
“You fucking bitch ,” I growled, shoving her away.
Lux crumpled on the floor, and I could tell by the crazed look in her eye, that I didn’t have long until she tried something else. I hadn’t heard a gun fire tonight, which meant she still had her bullet, and if she could get to her bag, I’d be in trouble.
I clenched my teeth as I pulled the knife out, placing a hand on my side as I groaned through the pain. My first thought? Stab the blade into those all too wide eyes.
She looked far too innocent to be such a bitch, and I was about to change that. But, as much as I wanted to feel her orbs pop like a grape between my teeth, Seth hadn’t had his fun yet, and I still needed mine.
She scrabbled against the floor, finding her feet and not reaching for her bag. She was probably smart enough to know she’d never make it.
I stalked over to her, blood drenched knife in my hand.
My costume was warm, wet, and sticky against my side.
The sharp ache of the wound had me feeling a level of euphoria I’d not had for a long time.
My cock was already half mast at just the idea of making that little cunt pay for even thinking she could kill me.
“Look at what you did,” I grumbled, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder.
I yanked her toward me and she fucking squeaked. A nervous, unsure, sound. The most she could do without alerting the others.
“You made me bleed .” I snatched her hand, pressing it to the still weeping wound. I didn’t think she’d hit anything fatal, but fuck was this cut dramatic.
Fresh blood slipped through her fingers, drop by drop, running out just enough to fall onto the floor. All the color drained from her face, but I wasn’t sure if it was a sign of guilt or regret.
“You marked me ,” I rasped, bringing my lips to her forehead. “Did you want the world to know I’m yours, Little Light?”
Her fear was palpable as she sucked in a breath. She’d yet to speak, and my mind spun with the possibilities of what could come next. An apology? A half assed excuse? Or maybe a vehement denial that she wasn’t into our sick little game even though the skipping of her heart gave her away.
Traitorous organ.
I shook from the thrill of her defiance. I’d never had a toy try to break me , and that made the idea of devouring her all the more enticing.
“Most girls scream.” I reminded her, enjoying the way her breath warmed me in quick puffs. “But you didn’t scream, or cry, or even beg for mercy even though you’re about to need it. No. You fucking squeaked .”
A delicious shade of pink crept up her neck, infiltrating the smooth skin of her rounded cheeks. Finally, some sense must have returned, because she tried to step away from me. I grabbed her tighter, reminding Lux she wasn’t in control here.
“You stabbed me, you earned me, Little Light ,” I hissed, turning the two of us so I could shove her against the wall.
There was a soft thud when her back hit the brick, her skull clacked just loud enough to let me know the impact hurt. Good.
“What’s the matter, you terrible thing?” I tutted, shaking my head in disapproval. “Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should cut it out with the knife you stabbed me with .”
My fist shook as I raised the knife, placing the dull side against her flesh.
She shivered, but other than that, remained outwardly calm. It pissed me off.
“I should make you lap every drop of blood on my side before making you choke–either on my knife or my cock, your choice .”
Her eyes widened, pupils pin pricking for a beat. She should have been fucking terrified, and maybe she was. But, her fear didn’t erase the subtle clench in her thighs or the longing look in her eyes, fucking freak.
I flipped the knife, pointing the blade toward myself, slamming the side of my fist into the wall. “If I were a lesser man, I’d stab you back.”
“But you didn’t.” Her whisper broke her self imposed silence, and my lips twisted into an all-too wide grin.
I wished she could see my face under the mask, and maybe someday she would. But for now?
“That’s because I’m going to do so much worse .” I laughed through the words before grabbing her by her greedy little neck. She fought against me, but I was bigger than her, I was stronger than her, and I was going to make her regret stabbing me.
Together, we fell to the floor, and I miraculously didn’t stab either of us, not that I cared if I did. She thrashed against me and the wind whistled outside, bringing with it the sound of both Ronan and Solomon calling for her.
“I could open the door and let them know you’re in here right now .” I threatened, placing my knees on either side of her hips. “And, while I’m willing to spare you for some fun, I know Ronan would rip your throat open with his teeth. I’d get off either way.”
And just like that, the fighting stopped.
“You’re fucked in the head.” She practically foamed at the mouth as she snarled at me.
I was fairly certain that was supposed to be an insult, but I took her mockery as a badge of armor. Especially, because thanks to her naked state, I could see the way her nipples pebbled in arousal. If I flipped her over and drug my fingers along her slit, Lux would probably be dripping wet.
Filthy thing.
But, that gave me an idea. So, I crawled off her.
“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air, arch your back.” I pointed the knife at her as I stood.
Her lips parted in a look of utter disbelief, but she listened.
She shifted onto her knees, plush thighs spread wide open just as I ordered.
Her stomach hung slightly and her tits pressed to the floor, leaving her perfectly round ass in the air.
I cupped the soft flesh, admiring the smattering of bruises and scrapes she’d gained throughout the night.
“Can’t believe I’ve got the bitch who stabbed me on her knees, trembling, waiting for my next move.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she hissed under her breath.
I hummed for a moment as I swiped my fingers across her needy cunt.
She jumped and released a breathy moan. God, I wondered what her face looked like when I did that.
Did it scrunch in surprise or did her eyes widen before they rolled back in ecstasy?
Seth said this one didn’t have much luck with sex.
At least we made her final night alive the best one she’d ever had.
“I’d rather fuck you, my dear,” I whispered, bringing my slick coated fingers to her lips. “Clean these for me, and tell me how you taste.”
Her full lips parted, and she took my digits down to the last knuckle, noisily sucking on the digits. My cock sprung into a full erection as if saying me next .
And while I wanted to know what that smart mouth of hers felt like, I had a better idea.