Her lips part, and instinct takes over completely. I angle my mouth to hers and our tongues duel. The way she melts into me like she’s been holding herself back too makes heat coil low in my body. My hand slides from her jaw to her neck, my palm fitting there like it belongs, grounding me even as everything else spins out.
She’s whimpering against my mouth for more, and I can’t stop it even if I wanted to. Not with Elliot. It’s like her body, her soul, calls to me, and I’m powerless against it.
The kiss turns hungry, breathless. No longer careful. No longer restrained. Whatever line I meant to hold becomes blurred beyond recognition.
I step forward, moving her back until she’s pinned between me and the desk. I press my thigh between her legs and savor the heat radiating off her pussy.
Yes, this is exactly what I want. Elliot mine, like this, forever. My Monty.
But before I can rip off the clothes that have been on her for way too long, she surprises me by breaking the kiss, pulling my hand from her throat, and dropping to her knees before me, like a religious worshiper come to kneel at my altar. To sacrifice herself to a dark god.
She clutches my thighs, bringing me in closer, and her breath fans over my crotch making me instantly hard. “I’m still hungry, Lucian.”
The meaning to her words isn’t lost on me, and my cock responds by fully tenting my pants.
Elliot presses her lips against it and bite-sucks on me through the layers of material, making me groan.
“Fuck, Monty,” I mutter as she unzips and pulls me out. Her hand is hot, searing in the most delicious way against my skin, and she licks me like she’s the one in control.
But she isn’t.
I am.
Wrapping her hair around my fingers, I push my cock into her mouth, stretching her lips wide, the wetness within divine as her tongue strokes against the sensitive underside.
I ease back, then thrust in, pushing as deep as I can go. She gags but grabs at me, pulling me into her.
Fuck, she’s perfect. I start plunging in and out of her hot, wet mouth as she sucks at me, my balls hitting her chin with each surge into her. And she swallows, gagging, but I push past it, into her throat with those thrusts.
I start to take her hard. Fast, wanting to come, wanting to claim. She sucks me as best she can until she just lets me bang her mouth and throat like it’s a cunt, and it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build, the pleasure to grow to an almost unbearable level. My balls tighten, and I grip her hair, her drool dripping over my balls and wetting my thighs as I hammer into her. Harder and harder until the sweetest, sharpest pleasure overtakes everything, and I come down her throat, cock twitching.
I want to stay in that warm embrace forever. I want to wreck her so she knows she belongs to me. Hate or no hate, she’s mine.
But I step away.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she asks.
I wrap a hand around her nape and draw her up to me. “What I really want is to throw you on my desk, spread you openwide, and eat you out until you writhe in agony from the forced orgasms.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
I smile, and I kiss her again, probing her mouth with my tongue, licking my way along her teeth and lips before plunging in all over again. “Both.”
“My favorite.”
With a sigh, I release her. “On the bed is a dress. Wear it. The shoes, too. I’ll be waiting.
I decide to shower and change in the guest room. Too many distractions in mine. I’m aware the blowjob was nothing more than a taste, a precursor to more, and I want that more.
But I’m also a man of discipline, and I like to push myself. The party tonight will be a master class in the art of control.
It’s hard, fucking hard, not to go into my room to watch her dress in clothes I picked out and laid out myself before finding her. Instead, I go to the kitchen, passing the wet bar with the blood-infused whiskey. It’s a seminal drop, unbelievably expensive and everything we love distilled down into such purity it gets us drunk, just like actual whiskey.
But I want some real blood for sustenance. I’m sure Elliot found my supply and depleted it, so I may have to get more brought up to restock.
I open the fridge and my heart lurches sideways.
Elliot didn’t touch a drop.
