Sweet. Jesus.
He pounds into me like a madman, burying every inch of his cock deep inside me with every violent, unhinged thrust. He tears at my hoodie, yanking it open and literally ripping my t-shirt down the middle. I whimper when his lips wrap around one aching hard nipple, and when he bites down, I scream in primal pleasure.
We’re at each other like fucking animals—biting, scratching, smacking, choking,thrustingas Vaughn rams into me again and again, until I’m delirious and clinging to him for dear life. I come again, then a third and fourth time.
It’s not enough.
It’sneverenough with him.
“Harder,” I hear myself choke.
“Deeper.”
“Hit me.”
“Fuck me.”
“More.Give me moooore….”
When I come again, it’s like my entire being shatters. My whole body wrenches, my spine arching sharply and my head dropping back against the brick behind me, my fingernails raking downhis back as I open my mouth and eyes wide,moaningmy release into the city sky.
With a groan, Vaughn buries himself to the hilt inside me, his muscles tightening as his big cock twitches, pumping jet after jet of his cum into me.
I’m shaking so much I can barely stand as he slides his dick out of me and lowers me to my feet. I drop to my knees in front of him, looking up at him and shivering.
Fuck, he looks like a monster. A predator, standing there shirtless in the shadows, his black jeans shoved down his hips and his fist wrapped around his huge cock.
I whimper as he pushes it into my mouth, letting me taste myself and him together as he lazily thrusts in and out over my tongue. He slides out of my mouth with a pop, then slaps the heavy head against my lips and my cheeks, smearing cum and spit all over me until I look like a complete slut.
A slut on her knees in an alley, moaning as she looks up at a monster.
Hermonster.
Slowly, the monster turns back into the man. He bends down, gently taking my trembling body in his powerful arms and lifting me against his chest, his dark hair sweaty as his icy blue eyes capture mine.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs.
“You really scared the shit out of me,” I breathe.
His mouth finds mine, kissing me, his tongue pushing in to dance with mine.
“I love you, princess,” he says quietly.
“I love you, too, Demon,” I murmur.
And then we go home, him carrying me gently up the alley in the shadow of the Mercury Theater: the beautifully broken ballerina, in the arms of her monster.
EPILOGUE
EVELINA
“So…”My brows knit as I peer out the window at the dark trees whipping past the Range Rover. “I feel that Andrés wasn’t really kidding when he said we were no longer welcome on the Knightsblood campus?”
Which does sort of suck, because I really enjoyed the class I was teaching up here, and I loved my students.
On the plus side, I’ve been talking to Kir and Madame Kuzmina about starting a class for immediately pre-professional students at the Mercury, and they both seemed to like the idea. Also, a few of my favorite girls from Knightsblood are going to be moving to New York after they graduate this spring, and theylovedthe idea of getting back into the studio together.
“Debatable,” Vaughn grunts from the driver’s seat. “Also, he’s back in Spain doing…whatever the fuckdynasticjerk-offs like him do with their time.” He grins as he glances at me. “It’s not like he’s festooning the front gates of the place with our photos and ‘do not let in’ taped to them.”
