Sasha doesn’t look at him, nor does the tension leave her body. I know she heard him, but I’d imagine she’s having a hard time trusting him.
“I’ll talk to her, Stone,” I clap him on the back.
“Glad to have you with us again, Iron,” Stone says. “We’ll be back to check on you soon.”
Stone and BonBon leave the room, and I turn back to Sasha.
“Are you okay?”
She blinks through her tears and nods her head slightly. I stand up and look at Iron again, but he’s fallen back to sleep.
“He’s going to be okay, right?” I ask Hawk.
“His lifestyle will need to change a bit, but yeah. He’s going to be just fine.”
“Thanks, Hawk,” I say before Sasha grabs my attention again. “Hey, let’s get you upstairs. Then, I’ll come back down and get us some dinner. Sound good?”
“I’m not hungry anymore,” she mutters.
I lift her chin so that I can look into her eyes. There is a hunger in them, but it’s not for food. I can feel my pupils dilate as my cock grows hard again. I take her by the hand and lead her from the room. We pass my brothers, surrounding the dining room table. Stone and BonBon rejoined them. Stone doesn’t look at us as we pass, and I don’t miss the questioning stare on all of their faces. There will be many questions to answer, but they will all need to wait until tomorrow.
I need to take care of my girl first. I told her I didn’t do gentle lovemaking, but that’s the only thing I can think about right now. I want to slowly devour every inch of her body until the sun comes up. And then I want to do it all over again. I want to fuck her until she forgets her name. I want to erase the pain she’s felt for the last twenty-four hours and replace it with earth-shattering orgasms.
This may not be the future that she wanted, but she’s stuck with me now.
Fuck.
I know I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her time, her affections, her loyalty. But I’m a sad, selfish, bastard and when I want something bad enough, there isn’t anything that’s going to stop me from taking it.
I hope you enjoyed a snippet of Blade and Sasha’s story! Keep an eye out for the full novel to drop once the Possessed by Passion collection comes down!
Queen of Stone
Cloud S. Riser
Chapter One
Jerry
“Thanks for inviting me up.” The guy’s name was Bruno, or Brutus, or something along those lines. It started with a B, and it wasn’t something common like Brian or Bryce or Billy. It had an old school sort of feeling to it. Chances were Desdemona didn’t know his name all too well either. She’d only said it one time at the bar where she’d met him. As usual, she didn’t care if she knew him. What she cared about was getting her fix.
The next thing I knew, they were kissing. His hands were all over her. Her hands were all over him. I was positive her mouth opened an unnatural amount as she tried to swallow his tongue. Not literally, of course. The point was, she wanted to consume him, or as much of him, as she could. To feel. Something. Anything. The only problem? Desi didn’t have feelings.
Ugliness comes in many forms. Physical, emotional, mental. It comes in all shapes and sizes too. Those who are ugly are often vulnerable and easily hurt by the beautiful. Whether it be from intentional bullying or pure jealousy, the beautiful people of the world are good at inflicting pain on those not like them.
Beautiful people suck. We hate them, we love them, we hate that we love them, and we hate that we want to be them.
By “we,” I mean, Desdemona.
Desdemona was the definition of ugly in all ways possible. She didn’t care much about her appearance. Not to be cliche, but she was definitely the woman who could have been considered gorgeous by the world’s standards if she put in the effort. Since she didn’t, she often came across as average. Her sparkling wit and determination made her a guy magnet. Unfortunately, she tended to attract losers.
But I did say that she was ugly in all ways possible, not just physical in appearance. After all, that kind of beauty is subjective and superficial. It’s the type of beauty that doesn’t matter as much as it seems. The kind of ugly that matters most are the other two. Emotional and mental, and she was ugly in those ways as well.
Emotionally, Desdemona had one emotion: anger. If she didn’t feel angry, she didn’t feel anything at all. Indifference to what went on around her got her through most of her days because feeling nothing is better than rage.
Then there were all of the ugly thoughts she had about others. The judgmental attitude and the inability to see anyone else’s feelings as valid.
Desdemona had, essentially, constructed a wall around herself. A nearly impenetrable one at that.
I suppose some of that was my fault. As her guardian, it was my job to keep her safe and only allow her to connect with the one deemed worthy. That was the blessing and the curse of the Gorgon. It protected Desi from getting her heart smashed. It also prevented her from ever truly connecting to anyone. Connection brought the walls around her heart down, after all. Those walls kept good men away. Losers kept gravitating toward Desi, and her heart continued to grow harder because she refused to be vulnerable with a bunch of losers. Every so often she did try to connect, and it ended badly, reaffirming her belief that relationships were a waste of time. A vicious cycle.
She blamed the beautiful people for her problems. Bruno was a good-looking guy, and that’s why she had to use him before he used her. My part to play was to figure out just how far I should let the date go.
Some of Bruno’s fingers tangled into her hair. They brushed past me, and I had only a few seconds to get out of the way before they grazed over my scales. I couldn’t have that. We cannot be known, not until the curse was lifted. The only one who knew we were there, was Desi. Even then, the only connection she made was that some unseen force protected her from heartache. Or sex blocked her. It depended on the day which perspective she had. I often wondered if she liked to push her limits and see as many men as possible to lure me and my fellow guardians out. She wanted to test us. Maybe she even wanted us to act out against her dates as a form of punishment.
Because all of her dates always ended up hurt.
Like I said, she was ugly.
Desi moaned as she pulled at the buckle holding Bruno’s jeans up. She tossed it to the side and ripped open the fly. And then she moved lower. His hands gripped her hair tightly...
Then he yelped and pushed away from her.
“What the...” He gazed down at the bleeding tips of his fingers.
She frowned and tried to coax him over to her couch. “What happened?”
“I didn’t do anything!” He winced and sucked on the blood, then cursed incoherently.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is I didn’t do anything and now I’m bleeding and the cuts on my fingers are deep!” He completely ignored her and refixed his jeans as best he could with his one good hand. Without so much as a goodbye, he bolted out the door. Probably for the ER.
Desi sighed, much like she always did after her dates went bad. She hid her face behind her hands and started to sob. “I’m going to die a virgin...”
“It really isn’t fair. Perhaps we could let her have that experience at least...then we could chase him away,” Preston offered. The second Guardian of Desdemona, he had always been the most free spirited of us and willing to give the poor girl a break.