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“It’s your turn,” Cash breaks the kiss that was becoming feverish to place his forehead on mine. I nod, trying to pull my scattered thoughts back together.
“I can’t have children,” I blurt and instantly regret it. Cash’s hands on my back freeze. My cheeks flare with heat. Shit, what a turn-off. “The drugs at Charmsfield. There was an experimental trial my family signed me up for. I mean, free test subjects are too good an opportunity to pass up. But by the time the side effects became apparent, it was too late…I can’t…fuck,” I stop blabbering and start to pull away. Cash refuses to let me.
“Did you think that would scare me away?” his deep voice asks, a hint of a dare in his graveled tone. “That I would find you defective? Look at me, for fuck’s sake. No one can be judged by their misfortunes. In fact, I believe mine are what you regard as a main attraction.” His eyes glow brighter and I roll mine.
“I don’t want you because you’re a vampire. I want you because you’re…you.” The blush returning tenfold, the urge rising to flay myself of this skin and see if a new and shiny Malice is waiting underneath. But Cash doesn’t care for a different me either. A wash of realization douses us and suddenly, we don’t want to hold off any longer.
Our hands shoot to the dress at my waist, pushing it downwards over my ass. Cash holds me as I stand, kicking the dress away while he remains on his knees. Starting at my ankle, his long fingers trail up the backs of my legs in leisurely circles, his breath fanning the apex of my thighs.
“I hate that I’ve had to share you. That I’m not the only one in this realm to bring you to ruin,” Cash groans his next confession. I push my hand into his hair and squeeze tightly.
“Then rewrite the story,” I tell him, laying my thigh over his shoulder. He audibly inhales my pussy and shudders beneath me.
“I’m done talking.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I moan and drag his head the last few inches to my throbbing cunt. His tongue is quick to find my clit, his mouth closing around the small bud and worshipping it. My toes curl instantly, caught in the void between the icy chill of the dungeon and the coldness of Cash’s devilish tongue. Like an icicle being dragged down my pussy and spearing me, I gasp and grab his hair tighter. I will take back from Cash what Tweed stole from me. My sweet dominance. My control.
Rolling my hips, Cash holds me steady. One hand on my thigh over his shoulder, the other stroking the length of my ankle to ass and back again. I shudder, barking at him to give me more. He immediately obeys. Two fingers thrust into my wet cunt with ease, powering in and out without pause. I cry into the abyss, only Cash’s green eyes seeping through the everlasting darkness, anchoring me to this reality.
Working in time with his tongue, Cash wastes no time driving me to my first climax. I clench and writhe against his hold on my thigh, my nails dragging down the back of his neck. It’s swift and full-bodied, exactly as he wanted it. A means to prepare me for what’s to come. Preferably me, seven more times over. In a move too fast for me to track, my back is on the ground and legs pushed far apart. Cash settles himself over my body, his tongue dipping into my mouth so I can taste myself on his lips.
“Didn’t take you for a missionary kind of guy,” I smirk. Nudging his plump head at my entrance, Cash takes me in one swift, earth-shattering thrust. I moan, swallowing my words while his chuckle vibrates along my chest.
“Easy access to your pulse,” he inhales the length of my neck. I turn my head away, giving him full access. I want Cash anywhere, everywhere. Making a noise in the back of his throat, his glacial green eyes return to mine. I squirm, his dick sitting against my g-spot, making me ache for his next movement. Instead, a pair of fangs drag over my jaw and I freeze in anticipation. “The scent of his blood repulses me,” Cash croaks and disappointment flares in my chest. “But you counteract him. So fucking sweet. You’re…so much more than I expected.” Withdrawing his cock, Cash eases back into me with less vigor this time. Still just as intense, especially with his eyes boring into mine.
“Expectations are made to be broken,” I groan, my back pulling up to arch.
“Indeed,” Cash agrees, building a steady rhythm within me. His mouth dips to nip and possess mine. I’m a stranger to myself, an implement of his pleasure. He could do whatever he liked to me in this moment, yet he doesn’t.
“Cash,” I beg, scouring my nails over his back.
“Yes, Malice?” he toys with me. I don’t need to see that smirk to know it’s there. I can hear it in his mocking tone. “You mustn’t confuse me with my brother. I won’t overpower you. I will fuck you just like this, until you instruct me otherwise.” To prove a point, Cash retains the steady motion of his cock sliding into my channel, no matter how my ankles locked at his back try to rush him. “Tell me what you want, Crazy One.”
“I want…to forget. Free my mind, as you promised,” I muffle through my moans. My face contorts and I retract my hands to cover my expression from his all-seeing eyes. Taking my wrists, Cash pins them to the stony ground, his gaze fixed on mine. Each thrust forces my body to jostle, my breasts lightly bouncing and aching for his attention. “Bite me Cash. Drain my blood until I forget my own name, choke me until I’m about to pass out, and fuck me like it’s the last time we’ll be together,” I attempt one last time, desperate but doubtful he’ll listen.
“As you wish, my Malice,” he nods once. I’ve barely inhaled when my wrists are pinned into one large hand and a pair of fangs drive into my neck. The first heady pull on my vein sends a beeline to my clit but there’s no chance to groan. Not when Cash fucks my cunt with such ferocity, the sound of his groin connecting with mine drowns out all other sound. Reverberating around the walls, I drown in the wave of dizziness that claims my entire body. Unlike the alcohol I recently consumed, this feeling is filled with the bliss of release. My soul up and floats away, all notions of sense escaping my mind on an invisible breeze.
“Like that?” Cash groans, tearing himself away from my neck. I manage a single nod and he’s gone again, attacking the vein on the other side of my neck. This time, he doesn’t drink. Smoothing his fingers through the pool of blood exiting my body, Cash paints a picture across my breasts only he can see. His mouth hovers over mine, the slaughter on my pussy conjuring a climax I wasn’t prepared for!
Ripping an orgasm from me, my lips part on a cry that isn’t fulfilled. Cash pushes his bottom lip into my mouth, the bitter tang of his tongue prickling from self-made teeth marks in his flesh. I suck, hard, drawing a violent shudder from the body pining me down. Jerking his lip back, Cash’s hand closes around my throat, as instructed. Blood loss, a lack of oxygen and an orgasm that pulses from one to the next does exactly what I needed. My thoughts are released, my sanity freed from its physical confines.
“You’re all mine now, Crazy One. Only mine,” he whispers in my ear. Dropping his head to lap up the bloodied pattern across my breasts, Cash misses the tear that falls freely from my eye, the upturn to my mouth and the slightest shake of my head. I orchestrated this. Fashioned it, maneuvered it. The ultimate control of who I am and what happens to my body is mine. Regardless to who is screwing me into euphoria, this is the epitome of self-preservation. It so happens, dear Cash, I’ve never belonged to myself more.
32
“All set?” Cash hovers in the bedroom doorway as I finish strapping the laces on my boots. He’s gone for the effortless look - tight jeans, simple tee, pushed back blonde hair and an easy smirk. Typical. When he’d told me to prepare myself for the Shadow Planes, I went full G.I Joe. Camo print cargos, army green crop top beneath a military jacket, two lines of eye liner on my cheeks. I even tamed my mane into a long French braid. Stan would have a heart attack at the amount of hair that came out in the fourth brush. The other three broke – not up to the challenge.
“Yep. Let’s go.” I follow with not so much confidence in my step. Swinging by the kitchen, I fill a backpack with bottles of water and some cream-filled snacks from the refrigerator. Tossing in a couple of apples for balance, I lift Mr. Budgerigar from the fruit bowl.
“Time for an adventure old chap, and if you feel like telling me something, I’m all ears.” I pause, watching one beady eye blink open through the monocle. His feathery chest puffs out and as I hang on for any muttering that may follow, Cash urges me we need to leave. I ease the budgie into my jacket pocket with his walking stick and sigh.
Leaving Dirty Dee’s and entering the Shadow Planes to meet the Queen of Spades is my only shot at finding Hatter. With her army and resources, it won’t matter where Arabelle is hiding him, we will storm Wonderlust until his location is revealed. So why does each rung on the staircase towards Cash feel like the ringing of my own death warrant being called? Why, as I take his hand and exit through the front door, can I only see his twin’s face staring back? Forming an allegiance with the Spades will be a giant middle finger to the rest of the realm, and an official goodbye to Tweed. Call me selfish, but I don’t want to choose. I want to embrace both sides of my soul these vamps have awakened.
“Cheer up Buttercup,” Cash half-smiles. “It always had to be this way.” I nod, holding my head high to face the vast land before us. Then, we take the first step. And a few thousand more after that until my legs ache.
“Where’s the portal glitter?” I huff, my boots crunching on the never-ending charred grass. Dark clouds loom overhead, the hint of an impending storm that never hits.
“Magic doesn’t work out here.” Cash’s jaw clenches, his face too similar to Tweed’s when he falls prey to his thoughts. “The Queen of Hearts has access to Wonderlust’s central pool of magic, hence why her kingdom is blessed with warmer weather. The further away you travel, the more the magic wanes. With the exception of the Dirty Dee’s built on sacred ground, the Shadow Planes are practically like the world you came from. Just…darker.”
