Giving her those five strikes, watching her skin pucker and feeling her body jerk against Damon’s hold, hearing her little cries of pain. It lit the darkness in me, and now I’m sweating through my shirt, jaw clenched, trying to walk it off.
I push into our shared bedroom just in time to see DK ease her down onto wobbly legs. Her back is to us, hands braced on the dresser like she needs the support. The short skirt is still flipped up from earlier; her ass is swollen, five distinct palm-sized welts raised and angry against the deep, beautiful brown of her skin. The sight punches the air out of my lungs.
Damon notices immediately, of course he does. His eyes dart from the boner throbbing against the seam of my jeans to the case in my hand. Before she sees it, I shove it into the closet.
“Everything okay?” he asks, no doubt shocked I came back in one piece.
“I’m leaving.” I shake my head once, jaw clenched. “Going out. I need a minute.”
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “To go where?”
“Noir Sanctum.” The words come out in a rush. I need distance, darkness, someone anonymous I can lose myself in without consequence. “I’ve got to get rid of this.” My hand drags down the front of my jeans, pressing hard against my cock like that’ll calm it down. It doesn’t. Not with her standing right there, marked by my hand, breathing shallow and fast.
Arianette stiffens at the name of the club. She turns, wincing as the movement pulls at the welts.
“I’ll be back in the morning.” I snatch the keys to my truck off the dresser. I’ve barely taken a step when she calls out.
“Wait,” she says, voice soft but steady. “Don’t go.” I freeze, at least on the outside. Inside my blood is thrumming. I need to get outside–to get air–to getaway.But I watch her swallow, chin lifting even though her eyes are glassy. “Use me.”
Silence consumes the room.
“Doll Baby,” DK warns, stepping closer, concern thick in his tone. “You’ve had enough tonight.”
“No.” She straightens with a small flinch, but doesn’t back down. “You don’t need to leave the house to get your needs met. That’s why I’m here. What I’m for.”
The words hit me like a punch in the gut, or maybe lower, right in my aching balls. My fingers flex at my sides, the urge to touch her–reallytouch her, to grip hard and leave deeper marks, it’s almost overwhelming.
“Not a good idea, Hex,” I manage, meaning every syllable. I’m too close to the edge. The monster’s right under my skin, just waiting to be unleashed.
DK studies us both, then says, “How about I keep things under control. I won’t let you go too far.”
I meet his gaze. He’s serious. The problem is that he thinks he knows me, but he has no real clue how dark this can get if I’m left unchecked.
Arianette nods before I can answer, like it’s already decided.
DK turns to face her, lifting her chin with two fingers, eyes hard and assessing. “You think that pretty little mouth can take his cock after the night you’ve had?”
She nods, tongue darting out to wet her swollen lips. “I can do it,” she whispers, gaze flicking to me, pleading and defiant all at once. “If that’s what he wants.”
Who the fuck wouldn’t?
“That’s a good girl,” DK mutters, voice gravel-rough. He guides her down, firm, not gentle, until she’s on her knees in the center of the rug. She winces hard when her bruised ass meets her heels, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth, but she doesn’t complain. DK stands behind her like a sentinel, one heavy hand settling on the back of her neck, anchor, guard, and warning.
I step in close.
My belt clinks in the quiet room as I rip it open, shoving my jeans and briefs down just enough. My cock springs free, thick, painfully hard, flushed dark, the tip slick with precum. I’m already sweating, shaking with the need to ruin something beautiful.
She looks up at me, eyes glassy, lips parted, mascara streaked down her cheeks from earlier tears. The sight nearly breaks me. Fuck. It makes me want to breakher.
DK’s voice cuts through the haze. “Mouth only. You thrust too deep or too rough, we stop. Clear?”
“Clear,” I growl, giving my dick a long stroke.
She reaches for me first, small, trembling hand wrapping around the base. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the head, and the wet heat drags a guttural sound from my chest. My hand shoots out, fisting into her hair, and I yank her forward until her lips stretch wide around me.
“Easy, Brother,” DK says. I loosen my fingers, but don’t let go.
She takes me slow at first, hot, wet suction, tongue swirling, but I’m too far gone for slow.
