“You want me, don’t you?” she questioned, causing my eyes to snap to her face.
One corner of her mouth rose as one of her hands went to her chest. She brushed her fingers over her pebbled nipples, pinching one and releasing a stuttered breath.
“I saw it, the night you had me chained to the bed, the night you bit me. You wanted to take me then, didn’t you?” Her hand went to the teeth marks. It felt like a button was pushed when she swiped over it. My insides came alive, my heart pounded like a drum inside of me.
Touching her would be bad. Once I unlocked that door, there was no turning back. Azeira didn’t know she was poking the bear right now. A bear dying to break free.
Her hand lowered and seduction covered her face as it crept toward her panties.
My heart burst open. Rushing her, I leaned over and grabbed her, yanking her to her feet. Surprise filled her face.
I pushed her to the bed and she landed with a bounce. Stomping to the bed, I hovered over her, kneeling on the bed and dipping my head. I inhaled her scent and closed my eyes.
“You keep poking the beast and you’ll get exactly what you’re looking for,” I rasped in her ear.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Pulling back, I watched her eyes flutter and her breathing pick up.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” I lowered my face into her neck. “You’re a good girl. Good girls like to make love, not get fucked.” I bit into her skin, causing a whimper to fall from her lips.
Her legs locked around me. “Not me. Maybe I want you to dirty me up.” As if someone struck me with a taser, a thousand volts shot through me. I shoved my hand between us, moving it inside her panties. She gasped when I touched her sensitive bud.
Moving my mouth to where her shoulder and neck met, I sank my teeth into her. She jerked under me. Finding her opening, I shoved one finger inside her. She was soaked already.
“Kairus,” she moaned. My name on her lips was sweet as sin.
The atoms in my body went into overdrive. I fucked her harder with my finger, inserting another. She went to grind against my hand but I used my free hand to force her body still.
“Oh god,” she cried out as soon as I broke skin.
The taste of her blood filled my mouth. Lifting, I felt the darkness growing inside of me. My hunger for her grew. My tongue stiffened and I licked the bright red liquid coming from her wound.
“Let’s see how much I can stretch this pussy,” I grunted, inserting another finger. My three digits moved in and out of her. Her face twisted slightly with discomfort and she attempted to wiggle her hips.
“This pussy likes being stretched past its limit, doesn’t it.”
Her eyes glazed over in need. They were darker than before. She didn’t know it but so many times I had imagined seeing this look on her face.
Moving my hand from her side, I brought it to her neck. She inhaled sharply. I squeezed, causing her eyes to widen then droop.
“I wonder if this pussy can take one more finger?” I zeroed in on the mark I just created on her neck, bright and screaming at me.
Goosebumps filled my skin.
I squeezed tighter.
Azeira reached up and her hand brushed across my scarred face. Her hands burned against my skin, reminding me of reality. As if cold water had been thrown on me, I gritted my teeth and yanked my fingers out of her, making her flinch. Confusion filled her face when I pulled away from her and climbed off the bed.
“Make sure you tell daddy how you were willing to whore yourself out just to see him.” I turned to leave the room.
“Kairus!” she shouted after me but I ignored her.
Yanking the door open, I slammed it shut behind me and headed to my bedroom. I went straight to the bathroom, to one of the only mirrors still located in the house and stared in it. My eyes focused on the markings on my skin. My face wasn’t the only thing damaged but my soul. Staring into the mirror I saw nothing but a vessel. An empty vessel only good for causing chaos.
I swiped the sweat from my brows as I finished dusting the fireplace in the living room. Kairus’s house was huge and I hadn’t even seen it all. Yesterday I worked on the upstairs rooms. They weren’t even dirty, just looked untouched and in need of a good dusting. Now it was time to get the downstairs together. I noticed Kairus’s house wasn’t very homey. It was barely decorated, no pictures, a couple paintings on the wall, but nothing that showed off any personality. The backyard was the only thing that looked like he had put actual thought into it.
Most of the day, the house was empty. There were a few staff members here and there, but they minded their business and did their jobs, keeping their heads low. I tried to converse with them, but they brushed me off.
