I felt Aria start to come all over my dick, as her head falls back, I plunge into her pussy harder as she clamps down on my dick.
I pull out and grab Bella, the sounds of her moaning filling the room, as I begun to fuck her doggie style ‘’Please…Please….Harder,’’ she begs, pushing her hips back towards mine. Aria reaches down and starts playing with my balls as I mercilessly pound into Bella. I crudely grab her hair pulling her back towards me and slamming into her at a different angle.
‘’Play with her clit,’’ I order Aria ‘’I want her tight little pussy to squeeze my cock as I come,’’
‘’Fuck…. Fuck …. Fuck…’’ Bella repeats to herself, as Aria plays with her clit in a circular motion pressing the bundle of nerves firmly as I fucked her harder thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. I felt the shudder move through her body as I slam in and out of her repeatedly. I feel her clamp around my dick as I release a loud grunt as I spread my seed deep inside her tight pussy.
We lay there panting each of us needing air and water. Sweat dripping down our bodies. We fuck each other through the rest of the night till our bodies are spent.
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CHAPTER SIX
SCARLETT
I paced back and forth. I hadn’t seen or heard from Lucien Sinclair in gods know how long, I’d lost count of the days, it seemed like forever. I felt part relief and part annoyance. After he had agreed to my terms, on finding out what had happened to Megan and our brief encounter, he’d left me alone. After being delivered by Damien and leaving me in this room I had heard the locks click. I knew then that I wasn’t leaving unless the bastard intended for me to leave.
After that night, he hadn’t bothered to seek me out, I’d seen him from my bedroom window numerous times. I couldn’t open it; he’d somehow had had it bolted down. I knew he’d seen me standing at the window, but he hadn’t paid me any attention, it was as if I wasn’t even there.
Part of me was thankful that he hadn’t been bothering with me, the other part, the stupid part of me, wanted him to seek me out, to touch me as he had done the other night. I scoffed to myself, how I could even think that way when he hadn’t even bothered to see if I were in the land of the living. I hated that it felt as if I could still feel as if his hands were still touching me, running them over my body. I had only ever had one other sexual encounter and that did not remotely approach what had happened between them the other night. I pushed the thought aside; those kinds of thoughts would not help me in any way shape or form. I don’t know how that night had even happened. I felt taken, owned, and used, like an old rag, but not in a bad way, which was completely and utterly mad. After I’d arrived in this room that night, I’d showered, spending longer than I had ever done, trying to scrub his touch from my body. It hadn’t worked. It was as if his imprint was still there on my skin. When I would finally face him again, I didn’t know how I’d react.
Being cooped up in this room was driving me completely crazy. The same woman brought me food and water every day. I wasn’t allowed out, no matter how I had pleaded; my throat had become horse with the amount of pleading I had done. No one took any notice. I’d demanded to see Lucien, only to be told he was busy. ‘Busy’ my bloody ass, it was as if I wasn’t even here. I’d finally stopped with the pleading; it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. They turned a blind eye to my pleads. Some looked at me in irritation, some in resentment and displeasure. Two guards stood outside my door day and night. So, there was no way that I could just leave by walking out. I could use my powers opening a portal, but that would bring more attention to us. Attention that we didn’t want. I had even thought about climbing out of the room window, but decided that wasn’t a great idea, considering how high up I was. I didn’t want to end up bloody dead. I was still in the club, I knew that without a doubt, where though, I hadn’t figure out. I’d been taken to this room after I’d offered myself up like a sacrifice and he, like the fucker he was, had taken me up on the offer. I’d searched the room thinking that he had some sort of camera set up, but as of yet, hadn’t found a single one and there was no evidence of there being one. That didn’t mean there wasn’t one though.
On top of being pissed off, I hated to admit it, I was frightened. How had he known that I was a witch? I still hadn’t figured that out yet. I had never classed ourselves as witches, nor the rest of our family. Also, it was as plain as the nose on my face that the concealment spell hadn’t worked on him. I was sure it must be because he was a demon and more powerful than we realised, there was no other explanation I could think of. I now had no hesitation in believing that no spell we knew of would ever work on him. I wished that we had known this little tip bit before we had decided to go ahead with our plan. We could have somehow asked for a meeting, stupid, stupid, stupid, it was known he had a disliking for human’s, witches particularly. If truth be told, I knew he would never have agreed on it. We all had heard of his dislike of witches through the grapevine. That is why we couldn’t understand why Megan had gone into his club in the first place. Admission into the club was well known for only letting in supernatural’s. Humans weren’t normally allowed in unless they were companied with a supernatural. She should have just left after her friends had suggested that they leave, but for some godforsaken reason she hadn’t.
I knew that my sisters would be worried sick about me. Even though they knew where I was, they’d will be pulling their hair out. There was no way that I could get any sort of message to them. I had tried to get a mental link to Pamela. It hadn’t worked, I had barely felt her. I had a funny feeling that there was something blocking my powers, something in this room, maybe in the building itself. That is the only thing I could think it could be.
I thought back to the last time I’d seen him. Thinking of the taste of his lips, which still lingered upon my own. Those same lips sliding down my throat leaving feather like kisses in their wake and how his hard body had taken possession of my own, as if he literally owned me body and soul. I had tried my hardest to resist, but it had been in vain. He had been like an invading body, clawing into mine and taking over my desires, making me burn for his touch. Just remembering his touch, his taste, was sending shivers down my spine. My body still craved for the feel of his and I was still fighting the way my body was betraying me at this moment. If I wasn’t careful, he would become like a drug to me, one that I would end up begging for. Thank god they had been interrupted before things had gone any further. He hadn’t been pleased with the interruption, the look upon his face changed in an instant. I was glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of that anger that he had been barely holding onto, I had seen the brief flash of red that seemed to light up his eyes. Whatever had been whispered in his ear, he hadn’t been happy in hearing. He had taken one look at me before walking out with the big fucker who had interrupted them. Not a word had been said, just the click of the door had been heard in the silence sounding me. When I had gotten the courage to go over to the door, some shit huge shifter had been standing there, like some sort of guard dog. Without a word, he’d pushed me back into the room and shut the door again. I been in there another ten minutes before someone had escorted me to the room I was in now. I had asked so many times, demanding to know where he was, but nothing. It was getting tiresome. It was like a big secret. At least they had brought the clothes I’d been wearing up to me and had left another change of clothing, all in my size, which I’d been surprised about. The room was huge and done in tasteful colours. A four-poster bed sat on one side of the room, the other side held a sofa, chair and a TV were attached to one of the walls. The other door led to an en-suite, if I had been here for any other reason, I would have been quite happy to sleep here, it was like a five-star hotel. Nothing, but the best for Lucien Sinclair.