Page 18 of You Only Die Twice

I never thought of myself as a switch, but Luka gave me no choice. It’s a small sacrifice I’m willing to pay to hold Katrina in my arms. A smile lifts my lips as my brain swirls with nothing but her - her scent, her touch, the feel of her lips on mine. It’s pure ecstasy. And now, I can play with her how I want with no recourse. This time, when I look back at the screen, her terror trips down my spine, filling my being with pure, unadulterated lust.

She will always be safe with me, but inside, she won’t know that. She won’t be able to mentally accept the things I plan to do to her, but her body will. Dear God, her body will ripple around mine as Luka, and I give her the pleasure she craves.

I don’t care that she fights the darkness in her; I struggle as well. But together…together we can rule the world. Blood will drip from our lips as we feast on each other. Soon, I’ll be able to lap at her, blood and arousal intermingling. My cock throbs as another bead of precum slides down, drawing a shudder from my body.

With commanding hands, Luka reaches out and tugs at my clothes, nearly popping the buttons off as he yanks the fly open. Pulling away from my mouth, he grips the fabric, tucking his thumbs under the elastic of my boxers, and shoves them past my hips.

Luka’s face softens as he lets me go, my thighs trapped by my rigid clothing. In a surprising act of tenderness, he drops down on one knee and drags his tongue along my shaft, catching the precum, savoring it with a soft sigh.

From there, he pulls my clothes down the rest of the way and eases them over my feet. I step out of the holes, my brain buzzing. I want this. I truly want him to satisfy me, to force me to his will. The pleasure of his touch is surprisingly gentle, drawing up a groan from deep inside.

“That’s right,” he whispers, going back to his knees. “All of that and more will be yours. My only demand is that you satisfy my lusts and obey me in all things. Is that really so hard to do? Is my yoke really so heavy that it cannot be borne?”

My mind drifts back to the Bible lessons I was taught as a kid. The fact that Luka puts himself on the same pedestal as God is laughable when he’s clearly the devil sent to ensnare me. Groaning, I buck my hips up, my body trembling as he scrapes his fangs along the sensitive tip.

If I look down right now, I’m sure he’s drawn blood, but the burn doesn’t deter me. Instead, it spurs me on. Reaching down, I thread my fingers through Luka’s hair, grunting as he slides my length down his throat. He takes me deep in his mouth like a practiced whore, and for a moment, that flare of jealousy rises up.

With conscious effort, I tamp it down. I have no control over what he does or who he does it with. Insidious whispers flit about my brain as he works me over, his tongue lapping the underside of my shaft as he sucks hard. Pinpricks of pain as he rakes his fangs over me only add to the sensations swirling about in my body.

My balls tighten as Luka pulls back and draws just the tip of me in, letting his fingers do some of the work. He squeezes, bringing me just to the point of pain before relenting. Over and over, he brings me to the brink, teasing me with the tip of his tongue and his expert touch. Shivers go down my spine as he pulls back and stares up at me, blood smeared about his lips. I should be enraged that he’d treat me with so little regard, but I’m past caring.

A roar rips from my throat as I fall to the floor in front of him and fuse my mouth to his, tasting my blood inside his mouth. The world goes white as I push him to the ground. He lets me. For some reason, Luka allows me to be the pursuer this time.

Probably because he wants me to finally give in. He’s not forcing me right now. It’s all me acting on my desires. Mouth still connected with his, I fumble at his belt, ripping it away the moment the buckle releases. From there, it’s a tangle of limbs as Luka tears at my shirt, baring me to his hungry gaze.

“Perfection,” Luka murmurs as his slim fingers work at the buttons on his shirt. Soon, we both lie there, naked. My chest heaves as desire burns me from the inside out. Luka is a statue, barely moving, and I study his body in the dim light.

The way his muscles ripple with every motion, the way his soft hair glints as he runs his thumb across his lush lips. I want him. God help me, but I want him. This time, it’s not because of Katrina. It’s not bowing to Luka’s whims to save her from some unknown threat. What we have right now is raw, animalist passion.

In a flurry of movement, I stretch out over Luka, pinning his hands above his head. His lips twist up in a smirk as he lays there beneath me, waiting for me to make the first move. He wants this. He wants me to fuck him. This way, he can say that I chose this path.

“Don’t. Move.” My voice is raspy and harsh as I loom over him. It’s not a command. Instead, it’s a plea. Part of me knows if he breaks this spell in any way, I’ll back down. My brain will override my need, and I’ll overthink everything. It’s what I do.

Luka must know this. He doesn’t fight back like I expect. Instead, he merely shrugs, a fluid movement that turns my knees into jelly. Turning, I spear Gloria with a dark gaze. The bitch fucked him. In my bed. Now, she can watch as her demigod gets fucked by me.

It’s a full circle, really. The only thing that would make this perfect is if Katrina was here in the mix, her body sweaty and tired with exertion as Luka and I played her to our will. How badly I want Gloria to watch that, to see what she could have had if only she wasn’t the false bitch she turned out to be.

I leave Luka for a moment and storm over to Gloria. Grabbing her by her hair, I drag her over to a nearby wall and yell out for a set of restraints. If she thinks her yelps of pained outrage will do anything to deter me, she still doesn’t understand what’s happening.

The old me is slowly dying. The agony slams into me as Gloria twists in my arms, pleading with grunts and garbled yelps to be free. Part of me still wants to oblige, to let her loose and allow her to slip out of my life.

The part of me that’s taking over, swallowing me up into a black abyss, doesn’t give one fuck. She hurt me to the core. She threatened the woman I love. She fucked the man that owns the keys to my very being. This will not stand.

Luka turns to his side and leans up on his elbow, watching the affair with the same detachment as a cat looking at a piece of string as its owner tries to convince him it's a living creature to be pounced upon. Disdain. The whole affair bores him. And why should he actually care? He made peace with his demons centuries ago. I’m the one that’s still struggling.

The submissive from earlier walks into the room on silent steps. The clinking of the chains is the only thing that alerts me to her presence. Snatching the metal from her grasp, I fasten the cuffs onto Gloria’s wrists before yanking the chain high in the air to loop over a piece of metal sticking out from the wall. It forces her to her knees, and Gloria twists about, her body jerking to and fro as she tries to get free.

“Make sure she watches every bit of this,” I snarl at the submissive, tucking my knuckle under her chin to force her gaze up to mine. For a moment, she looks at me, her eyes devoid of emotion, before sliding her gaze over to Luka. It makes sense that she needs his permission to follow my orders, but it still galls me. Just a little bit.

Luka answers her, Russian dropping from his lips in a sharp staccato. My cock bobs with each harsh syllable, and for the moment, I don’t give a fuck about Gloria or this nameless submissive. All I care about is my cock buried deep in Luka’s ass with my fangs in his throat.

The girl nods as he finishes and blinks up at me. After a moment, I let her go and watch as she draws a thin knife. The deadly blade glints in the lights as she holds it to Gloria’s neck. The scent of her terror intensifies, dousing the room in the putrid aroma.

“I would remain perfectly still, Gloria,” Luka interjects, cutting off any potential, wordless pleas from her stretched lips. “Any sudden movement and she can and will cut your head off. You’ve seen this knife in action before.”

Looking over at Luka, my breath comes in quick pants as I stride back over to him. He lays there, passive as I once more settle between his thighs, but I know it’s all a facade. At any moment, he can turn this all around. He can rip out my throat, ending me with a swipe of his hand.

The fact that he’s choosing to submit to me at this moment ties me to him in a way I never expected. Something akin to tenderness unfurls in my heart, but it’s not the same. It’s not tender in the sense of a husband taking his young, virginal bride. It’s more like … just a little less feral than I felt before coming into this room. Luka is beautiful in that caged predator sort of way.