With her, we could rule the world if we wanted. My queen of ruin by my side.
The fantasy is so achingly delicious.
We’re soaked to the bone as I keep fucking her, keep her on that edge of too much. It’s there in every groan and moan from her, in every whisperedfuckandmore.
She shatters around me again, and this time I can’t stop my own orgasm. My balls rise, the power consuming me as my cock twitches and I empty inside her.
Once the tremors recede, I pull out and bend down to kiss her, deep and carnal.
She kisses me back, a wild animal, a creature who both despises and desires me with feral levels of intensity. Then I stand and pull her up to her feet. Her dress is ripped completely in two, and the small cuts from her fall in the bush have already healed into faint pink specks on otherwise pristine pale skin.
As I put my dick away and try to fix my suit as best I can, I consider making her walk out of the park naked.
But…
I shrug off my jacket and toss it at her. She put it on without a fuss.
The rain pours down, making my hair stick to the sides of my face. My jaw where Elliot socked me is still a little tender, but it’s better already. It surprised me more than anything.
“So, you and Santiago share a master?” Elliot asks as she pulls the jacket tighter around her. She appears smaller in it, more like the human version of herself, and it makes me smile.
“Yes,” I reply. “But that’s a story for another day.”
“I want the truth, Lucian. No more bent truths.”
I nod then pull her to me so that I can brush her lips tenderly with mine. “Do you still hate me for what I’ve done?”
I mean changing her into a vampire, of course. Not the sex.
She pauses, seeming to be thinking it over, but then whispers, “No. I don’t think I do anymore.”
Good. Because I’ll never regret it.
With that, I lead her out of the park.
Monty sits on the sofa in my bedroom.
She’s the first lover I’ve had here.
Nell would have freaked out at this place. She liked the normalside of things, and even if my empire existed at the height of our love affair, I don’t think she would have approved. Too modern for her tastes.
I like it all, even though there’s that old-fashioned part of me hidden deep, the gentleman who likes intelligent conversations with exquisite beauties most men only wanted for their bodies. The man who likes the opera and theater and has dined with the greats, human and vampire alike.
This place is both a low-key shrine to my long un-life and to nothing at all. I have beautiful antiques dotted around, both here and in my office. I like beauty, I like value, I like interesting pieces.
I like Monty.
Fuck that. I love her. The ugly and the beautiful. The easy and the difficult. They are only facets of her, the most complex of creatures ever.
I doubt I’d be bored of her in a thousand years.
I stare at her sitting there, then go into the living room and start writing her a note. On Monday we need to get back to work properly. Maybe that’s what we need. Structure. Some kind of normalcy.
I’m aware some of the older vampires have gone silent, retracting down behind thick walls wherever they are, carefully selecting those to feed from, and some take blood from our stores as they wait for a revolution. Then there are the young ones like the Rogues who are itching for a different kind of revolution, one based on coexisting and harmony instead of blood.
But I’m trying to stopanyso-called revolutions from happening. The status quo is important, which is why even when I’ve had cravings and urges to take it all down, I don’t.
Without structure, we’re animals. Pure and simple.
