“You have to chase the monster. Chase the high, Drake,” she whispers before leaning in and pulling my head to her throat. With the blade tucked between us, I run my tongue along the cut, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I hear her gasp when I seal my lips around the cut and begin to suck hard, like a goddamn vampire until I feel the blade prick my chest. Pulling away quickly, I look down between us. Her eyes follow before they widen.
“I didn’t mean to cut you,” she says hurriedly.
I can’t stop staring at it. The spot of blood that now trickles down my skin. It’s strange, almost erotic to see it. Reaching up, I slip my fingers through it, smearing it over my chest. My heart beats like a drum as energy pumps through my veins.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, Evie. Cut me,” I tell her feeling like I might pass out. My heart slams into my ribs. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I need to bring the monster into the light. “Cut me,” I roar this time. She raises the blade with her shaking hand, bringing it against my chest. Her eyes meet mine and I nod my head urging her to go on. And she does. And fuck does it feel good coming from her hand. I close my eyes, tipping my head back as my cock begins to pulse.
“Drake?”
“Deeper.” The blade pushes in farther and I let out a feral growl that has Evie jerking her hand away. Lifting my head, I grab the blade and toss it over the edge. Lifting her naked body slightly, I reach down and free my cock. Running my free hand over the blood that now flows over my skin, I use it as lube. Bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around my cock, I coat myself in my own blood before looking back up at Evie.
“Ride me,” I demand.
She doesn’t argue with me. She lowers herself down my length, a moan ripping from her throat as she goes. Raising her hips, she slides back down as I jerk her chest against mine. I lift my hips to get deeper inside of her as her hardened nipples scrape against my chest. I’ve never felt this level of freedom. I’ve never felt this kind of connection, and with her riding my bloody cock, I feel content.
Grabbing her hair, I jerk her head back as I pump into her. Her blood covered tits sway with each motion as I slip my hand between us. Rubbing her clit, I need her to come. I want her to, and more than anything I want her to fall apart for me.
“Come for me,” I bark at her. My voice is gravelly with need but damn her! Fuck her! What is she doing to my head? What the fuck is she doing to me? I’m pissed off but I can’t stop myself with her. She makes me feel things that I shouldn’t feel, that I shouldn’t want. I work her clit a little a harder, knowing my blood is staining her pussy right now. Each thrust has my balls tightening. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it!”
And she does. She explodes, milking my cock as we both fall apart. Her head drops to my chest, her warm breath fluttering across my skin. I’m in a haze. I don’t know what to do. My hands move to wrap around her, holding her closer to me.
“You confuse me,” I admit. She tries to lift her head but I don’t let her.
“Why?”
“The things I can hear when you say nothin’. They make me wonder what I’m doin’ with you. I watched you, Evie. I waited and then I fuckin’ took you, and yet you’re not fightin’ me.” The anger slowly begins to slip back in. Why? Why isn’t she fighting me? Any normal person would and yet she’s here, falling into my arms like she actually belongs.
“I knew who you were before you took me,” she whispers. I push her away from me and watch as she falls to the other side of the tub on her ass.
“You what?”
“I knew who you were, Drake. You aren’t unknown by other MC’s. They fear you. There’s talk about you.”
“What talk?” I yell louder this time. Evie jerks but I don’t give a damn.
“Just that you’re as ruthless as everyone says you are.”
I run my hand over my face annoyed with myself. Am I letting her get too close? This is going to end badly.
“I wanted you for two reasons, Evie.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to make you bleed, but the ultimate reason I wanted you?” I look up at her now needing her to see me, the real me. The monster that is me. “I wanted to drag you to hell with me.” She doesn’t get it. I can see the look in her eyes, and even though I’ve told her before that I wanted to kill her, she still doesn’t get it.
“I don’t understand.”
I move so I can reach for her face, grabbing it in my hands.
“I am the devil, Evie and I wanted you to be my bride. I wanted us to reign in hell together.”
Chapter 13
I’ve fought my inner demons for days. I’ve fought the monster in me telling me that she’s only here because I forced her to be and yet she has done nothing to try and run from me. She’s cooked, she’s cleaned. She has made herself at home in my hell and I don’t know how to react to that. I’ve never had a woman in my space. I’ve never invited one in. Yet, here she is.
“We need to head out,” I tell her as I toss my plate in the sink. She quickly moves to wash and dry it before looking back at me.
“Where are we going?”
“To the clubhouse.” Her body tenses when I say that. I can see her shutting down and the way she hugs herself pisses me off. She’s afraid of them? She should be but not when she’s with me. Has she forgotten who the fuck I am?
“Is that a good idea?” she asks, her little pouty lips trembling. Despite how many women I’ve been with I don’t know how to handle this one. I’ve always been rough with them. I’ve always just taken what I wanted and moved on, but Evie isn’t going anywhere and I find myself at odds with that.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask, cocking my head to the side to study her. I see her fear and it stirs something in me. I want her to be afraid but at the same time I’m finding that I don’t want her to fear me as much as I thought I did. I want her to willingly give herself to me. I want her to fall into my arms and let me have her. It’s a contradiction in itself. One that I’m struggling with. Daily. Sometimes hourly.
“Do they know who I am?” I chuckle darkly at her question.
“Does it matter? You are now mine. That’s all they need to know.”
“Do you think Cory won’t come after me?”
There it is. The rage that was simmering is now boiling in my blood. I almost think she likes me like this. Unhinged. I move toward her quickly, wrapping my hands around her throat before slamming her body against the counter. She winces but doesn’t say anything.
“Do you want him to come? Is that what you’re hopin’ for? You think he can come in here and take what I’ve claimed? Is that how much you know about me?” Her eyes widen as the air slowly leaves her lungs. She keeps her head held high, challenging me. I know she wants me to do it. I won’t, though.