“Did I say I was done with you yet, Miss Taylor?”
When I stare at him blankly, he lifts his stubbled chin. “Spread them. Let me look at your greedy cunt.”
Christ… I knew he was a dangerous man, but I never realized what a filthy mouth he possessed. It shouldn’t surprise me. A man like him at the top of the food chain has no shortage of willing pussy. I open my legs and place my bare heels on the table’s edge.
As he looks down at my cunt, I fight the urge to hide. I can see the outline of his big cock through his pants, and my parched mouth waters in response.
One thing is for certain: I will never tell the others about this. I hate this man. At least, that’s what I’ve always told myself because it’s true. Though, when he licks me off his lips, I can’t stop myself from whimpering.
“Tell me your real name, sweetheart, and I promise to ruin you for all other men. I can see how much you want to come. How needy you are.” To prove his point, he leans in and swipes his finger through my slit. And then he sucks it clean and hums with masculine pleasure. “Sweetest pussy I’ve tasted.”
When I remain quiet, he stands up, slides open the desk drawer, and removes a gun. My eyes widen as he puts my ankle on his shoulder and nips the skin with his teeth while trailing the gun down the length of my leg all the way to my soaked cunt. His eyes bore into me the entire time, daring me to beg him to stop. When he bites me again, I gasp at the sharp pain. “You’re a brave, stubborn little slut, aren’t you? Either that or a fool.” He darts his tongue out and swirls it over my ankle. The gun presses against my opening, but if anything, it arouses me more. I feel empty.
There’s a distinct click, and I know he’s removed the safety. Fear pumps through my pounding heart.
“Your name.” His deepening voice is both a seductive purr and a threat.
I push up onto my elbows. “Pull the trigger, and you’ll never find out,sir.”
Where is this bravery coming from? Darian Delacroix is a ruthless Elder known for his savagery. He didn’t become an Elder by being a good guy or an outstanding citizen. Underneath his pristine suit and expensive Rolex is a man without a heart.
His eyes lock on mine, and he bites down hard on my ankle. When he speaks, his soft lips ghost my abused skin. “Careful with that attitude, or I might want to keep you. And that, sweetheart, would be a fate far worse than death. I like to break pretty things like you.”
“I’m sure you have plenty of lovers you can torment. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to cleaning glasses.”Or run far away.
His devastating hint of a smile is back. I almost whimper again—almost. Fuck me, this man is perfection. I watch, mesmerized, as his tanned hand and long fingers dig into my thighs, bruising my skin and leaving marks I know will last for days.
“Drop the act. We both know you’re not part of the hired staff. You snuck in here to snoop around. I saw the security footage. Naughty girl. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to return here to spread you naked on my desk. Such perfection needs to be tarnished.” He peppers kisses on the inside of my leg, devouring me with his eyes on his journey to my throbbing pussy.
I watch him suck on each pussy lip with such devotion that by the time he finally grazes my clit with his teeth, my entire body trembles.
Releasing a moan, my tits quiver with my next heaving inhale. It feels so good I almost forget the barrel pressing against my entrance.
“I have two options,” he says, dragging his tongue from my pussy, all the way to my left breast. His warm, skillful mouth envelops my nipple, and he pulls the rosy bud away with his teeth while watching me from beneath his dark lashes. It hurts, but the pain is laced with pleasure, too. “I can either kill you now,” he says, “and let it be over with, or feast on your dripping cunt until you’re coming all over my face, before I put a bulletbetween your brows.” Sucking on my tit, he palms the underside with his big hand. “Either way, you’re dying tonight for your insolence.”
I yelp when he flips me over and digs the gun into the back of my head, but I’m not able to process my options before he’s giving me another order. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
Shame heats my skin as I dig my fingers into each cheek. Behind me, Delacroix unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper one-handed. I’m insanely curious, but with the gun digging into my skull and his threats hanging in the air, there’s not much I can do but keep my eyes locked on the closed door.
“What was your plan, Miss Taylor, when you snuck in? Were you going to kill me today or tomorrow during The Reckoning? I’m an Elder, sweetheart. You’d get yourself tortured and murdered.”
He’s jacking off. I can hear the sound of skin-on-skin behind me. Now, I really want to peek.
He chuckles breathily and digs the gun farther into my skull. When he grunts, I almost whimper with increasing desire. I shouldn’t be this turned on by his threat and carnal urges. He’s a sick monster. A devil in human skin. But my body has other ideas.
“I can’t decide if I should be impressed or enraged.”
“Maybe both,” I bite back, glancing over my shoulder, seeing his arm move rapidly. I face forward again as a shot of liquid desire shoots straight to my core. I’ve never known arousal like this, never been this consumed by it. My pussy has its own heartbeat.
Just then, warm cum covers my back hole in quick spurts, and Delacroix groans as he milks his dick. The next squirt of cum rains over my lower back, hot and sticky. I’m still holding my ass cheeks apart, obedient to a fault, as his release drips between my legs.
I slam my eyes shut when he smacks my hand away and squeezes a handful of my pale cheek.
“I like seeing this ass covered in me. Such perfection.” He rains three hard slaps in quick succession before flipping me over and hauling me to my feet. Gripping my chin with his full palm, he digs the gun into my temple, forcing me to look at him. “Here’s what will happen. You have ten seconds to get your shit and leave the property. And you better run far fucking away, sweetheart, because when the hour strikes ten tomorrow night, I’m going to hunt you down, fuck every hole you have to offer, and then finally kill you so fucking slowly that you’ll be begging for death.”
He shoves me away, pocketing the gun and collecting the letter opener off the floor.
I slump in relief, albeit on shaky legs.
