“Fuck.” That would explain it. Though it is explained by nothing at all. “I should have ... gone to see Emily ...”
She laughs this maniacal, crazed, and desperate laugh that makes me nervous. I blink quickly, trying to come back to myself. Turns out, that isn’t a good idea either. The scattered pieces of my mind have been shoved together and reassembled in no order I can make sense of.
I open my eyes and take in the sight of her blood. “I bit you. Fuck.” I lean in and lick the bloody droplets marking the smooth curve of her shoulder and upper arm. “You’re mine. Gonna tie your filthy whore body up.” I’m hardly lucid, half coherent. But I’m full of a need that hasn’t yet been sated. “You don’t need this dress anymore,” I say, reaching down her body and ripping the garment free with my claws.
She jolts but doesn’t protest. Her whole body trembles. Her hands clutch the floor of the car. Her mouth is wet with spit. Her shoulder is wet with blood. Her thighs are wet with cum and slick.
We lay there panting, my lips moving over her face. I can’t stop kissing her. I can’t control anything about this moment. “You’re a filthy girl,” I say against her mouth. “Absolutely disgusting.”
She kisses me back, struggling to keep up. I like the taste of her lips when they’re soft and supple like this. When she’s so weak.
“I think ... I can pull out of you now,” I say, and I do.
We both groan at the sudden sensation of me leaving her heat and look down at my cock, draped across her low belly, spattering residual cum across her dark skin. My cum iswhite. Not cream, but white. And glittery, like my claws and my horns. Fucking ridiculous. More alarming, however, is the huge ring that’s still deflating halfway down my penis.
“Did I just have that inside of you? Fuck ...” I quickly curl up onto my knees, lifting hers in the process. I hold her hips up and inspect herfolds, finding the white, glittery cum smeared over her skin tinted pink. “Fuck, you’re bleeding. Gonna take you to Emily ...”
“No, no ... no, I feel okay.” She laughs lightly, and it’s that laughter that convinces me to believe her just a little bit.
I look up at her face. “You’re coming up to my penthouse. Forever.”
“I thought you said it was just for the night?” Her lips are open and smiling. Her eyes are shut.
“It’s for however long I want.”
“I don’t want to be ... locked up ... in your sex dungeon forever ...” She exhales, looking like she’s either dead or on her way to sleep.
“You gonna fight me off?”
“Would it help?”
“No. You’re mine to do with what I want.”
She smiles dreamily, and my heart does this funny thing it’s never done before and clenches up in my chest. My whole fucking torso clenches. I rub my thumb over her ridiculously soft mouth, and the long-standing beliefs I’ve held in my mind start to move in random patterns, occasionally crashing together, like distant planets or falling stars. Everything is incinerating.
“Then sex dungeon it is, Darius.”
We’ve been parked for so long, the driver’s been gone a minute. Luckily, this is my private garage. The only concern I have is making it to the elevator without anyone seeing Monika’s body on the security cameras. “First, filthy girl needs to shower and eat.” I slap her outer thigh before throwing the scraps of my clothing around her body and slinging her over my shoulder.
I crawl out of the car with her draped over my back. She hangs there helplessly. The only sign of life from her is the little kiss she places along my spine that damn near incapacitates me.
“There’s only one rule,” I say in a rough snarl as I stalk across the concrete on newly clawed feet, making it to my private elevator. The lights are bright and make our bodies look like pure carnage in the mirror. I don’t care. All I can do is stare at her ass, where mycum weeps down her inner thighs. My mind goes wild. “Nasty little whores don’t get to walk in my apartment. You either get carried or you crawl.”
She emits a little gasp but does not surprise me at all when she whispers, “Yes, Darius.”
Chapter Fourteen
Monika
I let that monster do things to me I’ve never even imagined in my wildest fantasies.
He tore apart his own damn sheets to make bindings and tied me up, legs and arms spread. I let him shower me off, brush my hair—and my teeth—watch me pee, and even though I was too sore to take him again in my pussy, I let him come in my mouth twice. Once, I even let him slip the narrow head of his cock in my asshole and fill me up there.
His cock swelled every time and I tried my best to soothe him by squeezing the thick band of muscle wrapped around the center with my hands, lap at it with my tongue, or simply let him thrust between my thighs as a proxy for being inside me. I wanted him inside me again, but he vowed that until he and I both saw Emily, the answer was no.
I let him make me a midnight quesadilla out of the most magnificent cheese I’ve ever eaten and then feed it to me bite by bite on the ground while he sat in a chair above me, like I was a dog.
I let him spank me, bite me, devour me like a cannibal. My ribs and hips hurt from how hard he pulled on my skin, and I know he’ll leave bruises that I’ll see in the morning light. I’ll relish all of them. I even like the bandages on my shoulder, weeping with blood from where he bit me in the car. His mouth is full of fangs. My eyes are full of stars.
