Page 9 of Unholy Vows

Malachai

I ripped her jeans down her body and quickly shed my own. Her pink lips glistened with her arousal, and I squeezed the base of my cock to stop myself from impaling her on my length before I got my next words out.

“Birth control?” I growled as I rubbed my tip between her wet folds.

“Yes,” she panted.

That was all I needed to know. I snapped my hips forward as I drove myself into her warm heat. I hadn’t bothered to remove her jeans all the way, and they were now tangled about her ankles, making it difficult to position her legs.

Her sharp gasp rang out loudly in the silence enveloping us, and I groaned as pleasure gripped me. I paused, letting myself bask in the feel of her pussy wrapped snugly around my cock.

Fuck, she was tight.

This was my version of heaven.

God, if you’re listening, I’ll denounce my wicked ways and turn towards the light if you promise this is waiting for me in the afterlife.

Thunder boomed above us despite no sign of an incoming storm.

Yeah, God knew me well enough to recognize when I was talking shit.

I pulled out, all the way to the tip, and then slammed inside her again. Layla moaned beneath me, and I unleashed on her. My cock slid in and out of her cunt furiously, and every stroke caused delicious friction that was rapidly bringing me to the edge of my release.

But I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.

I sat back on my heels, pressing the weight of my body into the ground.

Layla opened her mouth to speak, but she didn’t get the chance.

I flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees, before I gripped the length of her ponytail and wrapped it around my fist.

I yanked on her hair, pulling her form flush against my chest as I pressed my mask into the side of her neck.

I wanted to take it off so I could run my tongue over the smooth column of her throat, but I couldn’t risk it.

Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with her scent.

She smelled of flowers and citrus, coupled with the aroma of sweat and sex.

It was so intoxicating that I almost felt delirious.

“You like being fucked in the dirt by a stranger, don’t you?” I taunted as I positioned myself at her entrance.

When she didn’t respond, I pushed my tip inside before pulling back. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

I lifted her hips with my free hand and impaled her on my cock. She cried out, and the sound filled me with a primal urge to claim her, to mark her skin and taint her perfect flesh.

I reached into my pocket and withdrew my knife. The blade reflected the moonlight, and the sharpened tip glistened. I slowly traced the curve of her body as I brought it to the base of her throat.

She gasped, falling still in my hold.

Her fear consumed me, making me harder than I’d ever been in my life, and I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking her slowly.

“What’s wrong, Little Sinner? Do I frighten you?” I snickered.

She went ramrod straight, and she sucked in a harsh breath. “What did you call me?”

Fuck. I’d called her that in the confessional. This woman was driving me so wild that I’d made a careless mistake. One that could expose me.

Needing to distract her, I thrust upward, keeping my blade pressed to her throat as I released my hold on her hair. My hand traveled down her body until I reached the juncture of her thighs.

I might have to kill her after my little slip-up, but I’d enjoy myself first.

My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed slow circles around the nub, causing her to tremble in my arms. She moved on instinct as she ground herself against my palm, seeking more of the pleasure I was giving her.

All thoughts of my identity and the threat of my blade at her throat faded away as she chased her orgasm.

This woman fit my type to perfection; beautifully fucked up.

I continued to fuck her slowly while I played with her clit. The tip of my knife snagged the edge of her collar, and I dragged it down her body, slicing her jacket and shirt in two.

She began to protest, but it turned into a tortured moan as I picked up my pace, hammering my cock into her roughly. She peered over her shoulder, and I watched as her nipples pebbled against the cold air. I slowly moved my knife down until I was tracing the puckered bud with the sharpened tip.

Her skin was smooth and golden, and I had the sudden desire to see her blood marring her unblemished flesh.

I pressed the point of my blade deeper, just above her nipple, and Layla cried out.

The sound was half pain and half pleasure.

A bead of crimson welled at the site until it became too much, and it trickled down her breast, painting her skin.

I watched transfixed as the red liquid traced its way over the globe, silently making its descent down her body.

The sight made me feral with need, and I fisted her hair once more before I pushed her face into the dirt.

She grunted but didn’t protest as I gripped her hip, my knife still in hand, as I pounded into her.

Her breathing came in harsh pants, and Layla surrendered to her pleasure. Her sweet moans filled the air, and I felt her walls tighten around me.

“That’s it. Be a good little slut and come all over my cock.”

Layla’s inner muscles contracted, and I smirked to myself, knowing my degrading words had pushed her closer to the edge.

Then Layla screamed. Her orgasm tore through her, and her whole body vibrated from the force of it.

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

She sounded fucking euphoric as she drowned in bliss.

I needed to see it for myself.

I flipped her over and spread her legs as far as her jeans would allow, then I positioned myself between her thighs. When I pushed myself inside her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a long, sultry moan escaped her lips.

She was a mess. A chaotic bundle of sensations. She didn’t shy away from her desire; she embraced it. All of it. Even the darkness. And she was so fucking beautiful as she came undone.

My own need flared red hot, and I growled low in my throat.

I tossed my knife to the side and wrapped both my hands around her neck, squeezing tightly.

I had to kill her — I’d made a fatal mistake, and she threatened the carefully constructed disguise I’d been wearing for so long — and I wanted to feel her life fade away as it slipped between my fingers.

Her eyes widened in fear, but I’d already lost myself to the predator within.

She brought her hands up and dug her nails into my forearm as she tried to free herself from my grip.

Her pupils dilated, and adrenaline flooded her system as her instinct to survive drove her forward.

Her legs thrashed wildly behind me as she attempted to kick me, but her tangled jeans diminished the effect.

Her struggle only spurred me on, and I felt my stomach tighten right before I emptied myself inside her. The sharp pleasure of release sent a shudder through me, but it was nothing compared to the high of watching her finally surrender beneath me.

I let my gaze roam over her, taking in every inch. Her lips were raw, and she was covered in a layer of dirt. A tremble still lingered in her limbs, but it was her gaze that held me captive.

As her body began to shut down and her eyes dimmed, she stared back at me with a burning defiance that would set me ablaze if she had the power to.

In that split second, I made my decision.

I wasn’t done with my Little Sinner.

She was a fighter. She’d forced me to work for every inch, every breath, every sound. And despite the fear lacing her body, despite the way she trembled, I could see it — she fucking thrived in my depravity.

Something dark and possessive coiled in my chest. I had claimed her body, but it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I wanted her .

As I stared into her big brown eyes, watching the life drain from her, I knew the truth.

She was mine.

And I had no intention of letting her go.

My hands fell away from her throat, and she rolled to her side, coughing and spluttering as she tried to gulp a lungful of air.

“What is wrong with you?”

A rough wheeze punctuated her words.

I shrugged and rose from the ground as I tucked my dick back inside my pants.

“If you wanted it to stop, you should have used your safe word.”

I feigned nonchalance, as if I hadn’t been about to end her life.

I scanned the ground, looking for my knife, and when I spotted it, I moved toward it before retrieving it from the dirt.

Layla was quiet, and I spun around to find her staring at me, her mouth hanging open and her shoulders heaving.

“Are you fucking serious?” she snarled. “I couldn’t use my safe word because you were choking the life out of me, and I was unable to speak!”

“Right. There was that.”

I stuffed my blade back in my pocket and turned to leave.

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

When I didn’t answer her, she jumped to her feet, pulling her jeans into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

I tipped my imaginary hat and then left her standing there as she gaped at me.

“You owe me a new jacket, dickhead.”

Her words trailed after me, and a victorious grin spread across my face.

So, she planned on seeing me again. That was good because I wasn’t giving her a choice.