Chip
"I said strip." He purred, eyes taking in all of me, a smirk dangling on the side of his perfect lips.
"And I said no."
He could strip me himself using his stupid, dark powers if he wanted to. But no. He just wanted me to do it myself. That's his kink... Dominance.
He always loved to show me how utterly weak and powerless I was. Yes, that's how twisted this bastard is.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Kitty-cat."
His voice dropped lower, that velvet rumble that always sent a shiver straight to my cock even when I hated him for it.
Devin Sinclair, yeah that's his name. But I prefer to call him The Devil, cause that's what he is. A Devil. My Devil. My tormentor. The one creature on earth who could make me beg for things I swore I'd never want.
My vampire.
I stood there in the dim light of his penthouse bedroom, the city glittering far below the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of worthless stars. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic human rhythm he could probably hear from across the room.
I folded my arms over my chest, trying to look defiant, but we both knew it was bullshit. My defiance only ever made him harder.
Devin's eyes narrowed, those unnatural crimson irises glowing faintly in the shadows. He didn't move from where he lounged against the black leather chaise, shirtless, pale marble skin stretched over muscle that had been honed centuries before I was even born. His dark hair fell in perfect waves, and that smirk widened into something predatory.
"Very well," he said softly, almost gently. Then he was on me.
Not walking. Not running. Just there. One moment ten feet away, the next his cold hand was wrapped around my throat, slamming my back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. The impact rattled my teeth, and stars burst behind my eyelids.
But then again, I wasn't surprised.
"You think your little games amuse me tonight?" His fingers tightened, cutting off my air just enough to make my vision tunnel. His body pinned mine, all that immortal strength pressing me immobile. I could feel his cock already rock hard against my hip through his trousers, thick and insistent.
I tried to gasp, but nothing came. My hands flew to his wrist instinctively, clawing at skin that felt like chilled stone. He didn't even flinch.
"Strip," He repeated, lips brushing my ear, fangs grazing the lobe just enough to draw a bead of blood. He licked it away slowly, deliberately, the wet drag of his tongue making me shudder. "Or I'll rip everything off you and fuck you in the shreds."
He released my throat abruptly, and I sagged, sucking in desperate breaths. My cock throbbed traitorously in my jeans, already leaking. I hated how much I wanted this. Hated how my body responded to his cruelty like it was oxygen.
And hey, don't be so judge.
With shaking hands, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. Devin's gaze raked over my chest like he owned every inch of skin… and fuck, he kind of did. I toed off my shoes next, then fumbled with my belt.
He watched, patient as a cat with a cornered mouse, arms crossed now, that erection straining obviously against his pants.
Jeans gone. Boxers last. I hesitated for half a second, and his hand cracked across my face… sharp, stinging, the kind of slap that left heat blooming across my cheek and made my dick jump.
"Don't make me wait, Chip."
I shoved my boxers down, stepping out of them naked and exposed under his scrutiny. My cock stood flushed and aching, precome already pearling at the tip. He smiled, slow and cruel.
"Good boy."
Before I could even process the humiliation of those words, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me across the room. I stumbled, off-balance, pain shooting through my scalp as he forced me toward the bed. He threw me face-down onto the mattress, the silk sheets cool against my overheated skin.
I barely had time to push up on my elbows before his weight settled over me, crushing me into the bed. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head… effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. His other hand slid down my back, his nails dragging hard enough to leave red trails.
"You've been mouthy all week," he growled against my neck, fangs scraping skin. "Time to remind you who you belong to."
His knee shoved my thighs apart roughly, spreading me open. No warning, no prep… just the blunt, cold pressure of his cock nudging against my hole. He hadn't even bothered to undress fully; I could feel the expensive fabric of his trousers against my ass as he ground forward.
I tensed instinctively, knowing what was coming. "Devin…"
The slap to my ass was vicious, a crack that echoed in the room and made me yelp. Another followed immediately on the other cheek, harder. Then another. He didn't stop until my skin burned and I was squirming helplessly beneath him, tears pricking my eyes.
"Shut up and take it."
He spat… once, crudely… right on my hole, the only lube I was getting tonight. Then he thrust.
The stretch was brutal. He was huge, always had been, and he gave me no time to adjust. One merciless push and he buried half his length inside me, tearing a raw scream from my throat. It hurt… God, it hurt… but the pain twisted into something darker, hotter, flooding my veins with adrenaline and need.
He didn't pause. Just pulled back and slammed the rest in to the hilt, bottoming out with a grunt that sounded almost animal. My body clenched around him involuntarily, and he hissed in pleasure.
"Fuck, still so tight. Like you weren't made for this."
He started moving immediately, hard, punishing strokes that drove the air from my lungs with every thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, headboard slamming against the wall in a violent rhythm. His hand in my hair yanked my head back painfully, arching my spine as he fucked me deeper.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe properly. Every brutal snap of his hips sent shockwaves through me, his cock dragging over my prostate relentlessly until I was sobbing into the sheets, drooling, completely undone.
His free hand wrapped around my throat again from behind, squeezing until black spots danced in my vision. Not enough to knock me out—just enough to make me lightheaded, to remind me he could end me anytime he wanted.
"Mine," He snarled, pace turning savage. "This hole is mine. Your blood is mine. Your pathetic little human heart beating too fast… mine. All mine!"
I tried to nod, to agree, anything to make him ease up, but I couldn't move. Could only take it as he used me, hips bruising mine, cock splitting me open with every thrust.
He shifted angles suddenly, and I saw stars. A broken moan tore out of me as he started pounding directly into my prostate, relentless, no mercy. My cock leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath me, untouched and desperate.
"Please…" I managed to choke out, voice wrecked.
"Please what?" He laughed, dark and cruel, tightening his grip on my throat. "Please stop? Please more? You don't get to decide."
Another series of sharp slaps rained down on my already burning ass, making me clench around him. He groaned, thrusts stuttering for a moment.
"That's it. Milk my cock like the desperate slut you are."
He released my wrists finally, only to grab my hips with both hands, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He yanked me back onto his dick with every forward snap, using me like a toy, controlling the pace completely.
Sweat slicked my skin; his remained cool, inhuman. The contrast drove me insane… his cold body dominating my overheated one. I could feel his fangs grazing my shoulder now, teasing, threatening.
"Beg me to bite you," He ordered, voice rough with lust.
I shook my head frantically, even as my body betrayed me, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The slap across my face was backhanded this time, stunning me. Then his hand was in my hair again, wrenching my head to the side to expose my neck.
"Beg, Chip. Or I'll take it anyway."
"Please," I whimpered, tears streaming now, cock throbbing painfully. "Please bite me. Drink me. Fuck! Please…"
He struck.
"Ahhh!"
Fangs sank deep into my neck, piercing skin and muscle with exquisite precision. The pain was white-hot, blinding, and then… ecstasy. His venom flooded my veins like liquid fire, turning agony into the most intense pleasure I'd ever known.
I came instantly, untouched, screaming into the mattress as my orgasm ripped through me. My hole clamped down rhythmically around his cock, vision whiting out from the combination of blood loss and overload.
He didn't stop. Just drank deeper, swallowing my blood in greedy pulls while his hips kept slamming into me, chasing his own release. The suction at my neck was rhythmic, matching his thrusts, and every pull sent another wave of venom-induced pleasure crashing over me.
I was oversensitive, shaking, but he didn't care. He fucked me through my orgasm, past it, into that hazy space where pain and pleasure blurred completely.
Finally, with a guttural snarl against my bleeding neck, he came. His cock pulsed inside me, flooding me with cold seed that seemed to go on forever. His grip on my hips turned crushing, holding me impaled as he emptied himself.
When he pulled out, it was abrupt. I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, covered in sweat and my own come, blood trickling down my neck and shoulder. My hole felt wrecked, gaping and sore, his come leaking out slowly.
He wasn't done.
Strong hands flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. My legs fell open helplessly, and he knelt between them, eyes glowing brighter now… fed, sated, but still hungry.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice husky. "Completely ruined. Perfect."
He slapped my inner thigh hard, making me jerk and cry out weakly. Then again on the other side. My cock, spent and sensitive, twitched anyway.
His hand wrapped around my throat once more, pinning me down as he leaned over me. Blood. My blood… stained his lips crimson.
"You'll stay right here while I decide if I want another round," He said softly, thumb stroking over my pulse point. "And if you move even an inch without permission…"
He didn't finish the threat. Didn't need to. I knew what he was capable of.
I lay there, wrecked and shaking, staring up at my beautiful monster. Hating him. Needing him. Knowing I'd let him do it all again tomorrow night.
Because that's what I was to Devin.
His.
Completely.
Utterly.
And God help me, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Yeah, that's my story. This is the story of how I died. And bear in mind, this is not a love story. This is the story of how I died, resurrected, and became his perfect little whore.
And hopefully how I'm going to kill him.
Now, why don't I take you back to a few months earlier, before I met this monster in human form? Hmm?
Oh and… don't blame me too much. Because everything that is happening to me now… is mostly my fault.
Enjoy the ride.