Defiled: A Dark Paranormal Romance

by Piper Stone

  With a keening roar, I rose from the chair, lifting her into my arms and dragging her toward the all glass door. Instantly, our reflections appeared in the glass, ominous yet highlighting the predatory manner in which I planned on taking her.

  Sadie exhaled as she slapped her palms against the cool surface, her entire face twitching as I fisted her hair with one hand and kicked her legs apart.

  “What do you see?” I asked, my tone dripping with desire. I yanked her head to the side, blowing across her porcelain skin.

  “Hunger,” she whispered, the sound utterly sensual and provocative.

  Chuckling darkly, I rubbed my cock against her bruised ass, back and forth in languishing motions. The scent of her feminine wiles wafted into my nostrils, sliding into every muscle, intoxicating and irresistible. Growling, I dragged the entire length of my tongue down her neck, savoring the flavor. “And what else?”

  Her lower lip quivered as she darted her eyes back and forth, tiny bubbles forming in the corners of her mouth. “I don’t...”

  “Don’t be afraid. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you see in the man prepared to devour you.” I bit down on her neck, tonguing her skin and keeping my gaze locked on her.

  Studying her.

  Baiting her.

  She brushed her tongue across her lips, swallowing several times. “A predator.”

  Sucking on her tender skin was akin to partaking in the sweetest delicacy, creating the urge to drain her entire essence. The power she had over me was toxic. “But you’re not afraid.”

  “No.”

  Easing my hand around her hip, I crawled my fingers to her bald pussy, fingering the area just above her clit.

  Moaning, she scratched at the glass, taking gulping breaths. “Oh...”

  “What do you want?” I allowed the tip of my pinky to swirl around her clit only once then nipped her earlobe, darting my tongue inside her ear.

  “Everything.”

  I pinched her tender tissue, issuing a tsking sound. “Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want, my sweet and beautiful Sadie. Remember, obedience is a requirement. If I ask you a question, you will answer. If I give you a command, you will perform without hesitation. Do you understand?”

  “Yes... Yes, sir.”

  Her legs were quivering as I touched her delicately once again, moving my pinky around in lazy circles. Everything about this girl actually surprised me, and I’d seen and experienced everything.

  She jutted her hips forward, purring, her eyes shimmering in the dim light. “Fuck me. That’s what I want.”

  “Where?” I swirled my finger in an even rhythm, my blood boiling from the anticipation.

  “My pussy.”

  “And?”

  She stuttered only once before grinding her ass against my cock, her look full of defiance. She was a little rebellious hellion, more so than I remembered. “My ass. You already took my mouth.” Her breathing came in scattered pants as her body undulated, every inch of her skin covered in goosebumps.

  I slid several fingers down, pressing them roughly past her swollen folds and just into her pussy. “So wet.”

  “Uh-huh.” She was straining, her face almost translucent, the pulse in her neck throbbing inconsistently.

  Thrusting in and out, I could barely contain my appetite as I pumped three then four fingers deep inside. The sounds coming from her lips was a powerful aphrodisiac. I wouldn’t be able to maintain my sanity much longer, but the feel of her wetness, the way her pussy muscles clamped around my fingers brought me more joy than I’d had in months.

  Years.

  “Oh... Yes, I...” A slight laugh bubbled to the surface, her head bobbing.

  As the beast began to break free, clawing at my mind, I pulled my fingers free, dragging them up her chest then pushing them past her pursed lips.

  She whimpered as she sucked on my fingers, taking her time to lick them clean.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you, Sadie. It’s going to be brutal and do you know why?”

  Shaking her head, she continued sucking, forcing my cock to throb in a painful manner.

  “Because you belong to me.” I yanked her hips backward, shifting the tip of my cock to her pussy. “You always have and you always will.” As I plunged my entire shaft inside, I threw my head back and roared. Her muscles stretched, accepting the monstrous cock filling her. Feeding off her. The sensations enveloping every cell and muscle skyrocketed, pushing me into another plane, another time.

  I was no longer a man, but a monster gorging on her sweet flesh.

  I thrust in savage plunges, one right after the other. There was no softness, only unbridled passion.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her moans filtered around us, the guttural sounds the perfect music. She slid her hands up the glass, arching her back as I took her brutally, slamming against her, lifting her onto her toes.

  I tossed my head from side to side, digging my nails into her skin as I held on. With every hard drive, she clenched then released her muscles, drawing me in deeper. I moved faster, picking up the pace until she was being shaken like a rag doll, skin slapping against skin. I couldn’t get enough of her, my need insatiable, but she moved with me, taking every savage thrust. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, catching every nuance of her expression.

  Fear.

  Desire.

  Uncertainty.

  Guilt.

  The girl was ashamed for enjoying this, for allowing me to take her.

  Use her.

  I was riddled with excitement at the thought, my muscles tensing.

  “Oh, God. Oh...” She licked her lips, her breathing even more ragged. “I need to...”

  Crack!

  The hard smack against her backside brought her attention back to our reflection, her chest rising and falling as she quivered.

  “Do you want to come?” I growled and slid my hands to cup her rounded breasts. So soft. So voluptuous. As I squeezed, taking the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, she lolled her head against my shoulder.

  “Yes. Please. Please...”

  I nipped her earlobe as I pinched her already hardened buds, twisting them back and forth, delighting in the way her mouth formed a perfect ‘O.’

  “Obedience will be your master. Pleasure your reward.”

  She nodded very slowly over and over again, her eyelids fluttering as she winced. “Yes, sir.”

  The words were more pleasing than she could know. As I thrust harder and faster, I whispered into her ear, “Come for me. Come on my cock.”

  Within seconds her body tensed, her hands slapping at the glass, thudding noises filling the air. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  I finally closed my eyes the second the climax ravaged her body. A shower of electricity washed through us, tingling in every manner. I was so alive, the hunger yet to be abated.

  She had no idea what level of danger she was in, just in my presence alone. She couldn’t understand the centuries of burning need, a hunger furrowing into my loins, stripping away what was left of my humanity. She was the only antidote to the ugliness dwelling within, a dark madness that could consume both of us.

  And one day, she would crave the darkness, the absence of all light. One day she would beg me to douse her in the fires of hell.

  And on that day, I would anoint her as my bride. Until then, she would learn the ravages of a man they called monster.

  The beast had risen. He’d taken his prey, food for his ungodly soul. I snickered at the thought as her pussy muscles clenched over and over again.

  “Oh. Yes, I...” Panting, she sagged forward until another wave took her, shooting through every cell and muscle in her body. “God!” Her scream was high pitched, beautiful in every manner.

  I wasted no time, easing my cock from her wetness and sliding the tip between the cleft of her ass. The moment I slipped inside her dark hole, her eyes opened wide. “You are my queen.” I pushed past the tight ring of muscle, my heart racing. “Hot and tight.”
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  A smile remained curled on her lips as I fucked her, driving in even plunges. My balls were so swollen, my cock throbbing to the point I was no longer able to focus. After tonight, everything would change.

  She would be a target.

  She would be in danger.

  And I would stop at nothing to protect her.

  As I spilled my seed into her sweet little hole, a bellow erupted from the bowels of my being, the vision filling my mind almost too much to bear.

  The ravages of time and war.

  Bloodshed.

  Consuming fires.

  Death...

  * * *

  The whipping wind scattered throughout the sleeping trees, limbs creaking as trickles of snow fell to the earth. Darkness enshrouded the entire city, the fresh blanket of ice crystals crunching under my feet as I walked. I maintained a steady path, heading to the small house on the outskirts of campus row. The street had no streetlights, no method of illuminating approaching visitors. Given the late hour, there were almost no lights on inside the various homes.

  I was merely a shadow, a man with a purpose that no one would ever learn. There was no point in terrifying the masses. While the air was frigid, I felt nothing but heat encompassing my taut limbs, yet I pulled the coat tighter around my neck, tugging the scarf over my mouth and nose, perhaps trying to blend in.

  As if a man would normally walk the streets at three in the morning.

  I wasn’t surprised a single light was on inside the house. I’d learned his hours, his habits including late-night conversations with a single online friend and books to be read. Professor Cavanaugh was a voracious reader, often spending hours consuming one tale after another. A loner with no family and few acquaintances that he bothered to spend time with, his presence would only be missed by the general faculty, and that would take a full thirty-six hours. Sadly, it had to be done in order to continue the game.

  A chess match initiated by my father.

  For the throne.

  For the wealth.

  For a chance at total immortality.

  I couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. I’d lived hundreds of years, perhaps thousands. But who was keeping count after all?

  I stood in the distance, watching the subject as he languished in front of a roaring fire, a book in hand and a warm brandy on the small end table. His choice no doubt some ancient tale regarding theological studies. An expert. I snorted at the thought. He had no idea the kind of monster who stood merely inches away.

  My senses heightened, I gathered a scent of both the man and the liquor, savoring the scintillating items in a manner that seemed vile in some portions of my mind.

  Portions of my conversation with Sadie filtered into my mind, her strong beliefs in good versus evil as a choice. Choices had been made for me on the dawn I was born, the birth heralded as the beginning of the dark empire.

  Three beloved sons who would one day rule various portions of Earth, consuming all those considered holy.

  Only there’d been complications.

  Reclaiming the city that held one of the keys to the End of Days was more important than obtaining a queen.

  At least to my father.

  Tonight was the start of the kind of chaos that only existed in history books. This time, I held the key to the beginning of the end.

  I took a deep whiff of the night air, trying to remember any portion of my childhood. There’d only been hard work and punishment instead of love or encouragement.

  As I watched him, the man who had no understanding of his level of importance, more in death than in life, a new emotion became suffocating.

  Guilt.

  Hissing, I backed into the darkness. Maybe there was a choice behind every action.

  Chapter Ten

  Sadie

  “Do you know what I want to do to you? Devour every inch of your gorgeous body.”

  His whispered words remained in my mind.

  Dominating.

  Seductive.

  Stunning in all the right places. A gorgeous cock, lickable and thick. An amazing mouth and tongue, driving into the very core of me.

  “Mmm...” I couldn’t help but moan. Perhaps I had a slight crush on him. I squeezed my hand around the pillow, hungering for his touch. The bed was far too empty without him. Finally opening my eyes, light had managed to filter in around the blinds. Morning had dawned. I’d spent the night with a man.

  A godlike creature.

  Demanding.

  Dominating.

  Christoff was that and so much more. Including dangerous. I couldn’t place my finger on why I thought so, but he reeked of the kind of power few men had. All controlling. All commanding. Maybe I was more naïve than I wanted to believe or perhaps his methods of seduction were simply polished from years of experience. There was something else, a notion that was far more troubling.

  Our connection.

  It wasn’t simply because I’d allowed myself to be seduced given our intoxicating electricity. My mind had suggested more than once that we’d once known each other in a far more... formal setting. Formal. No, that wasn’t the correct word. Why was my mind muddled? The evening had been everything straight out of a fantasy; an amazing restaurant with succulent food and wine, a man so full of passion that I was caught up in his world, pushing past every inhibition. Experiencing life.

  Lust.

  Obedience.

  However, the nagging series of thoughts had nearly squelched the deliciousness of such raw passion.

  Although he certainly wouldn’t have allowed that to occur.

  His wants and needs were fulfilled in his manner, exactly the way he wanted. I’d wanted to please him in every way. I felt compelled to do so. At least he told me enough about himself that I didn’t think he was some serial killer.

  I rolled over, shuddering as the silk sheets caressed my bottom, a reminder that I’d been spanked only hours before. Groaning, I stretched out on the bed and gazed up at the ornate ceiling, beautifully detailed in design and craftsmanship. Every aspect of his gorgeous home was majestic, his artwork gothic and erotic. Every piece of furniture, every room reeked of wealth and opulence.

  Just like the man himself.

  Maybe Jenny was right. I deserved to be with a man like Christoff. Even though he had the playboy vibe, he was also very reserved, observant in many ways. Worldly.

  Christoff was divine in every manner; a sculpted physique, rock-hard abs, and ruby red lips made for passion on long, cold, and very lonely nights. Shivering, I gathered a whiff of our combined sex, the scent of him covering every inch of my body. I could still taste his sweet cum on my lips, could feel his heated body over mine as he shoved his cock deep inside. I clenched my pussy then chastised my thoughts, let alone my ridiculous behavior.

  My emotions were all over the place, guilt and shame shifting into every cell in my mind, my body. Everywhere. How could I have allowed myself to be spanked and fucked by a perfect stranger?

  Except he wasn’t a stranger.

  He was my ultimate fantasy and I couldn’t help but burn with the feeling I’d known him before.

  “Jesus.” I shifted back and forth, grateful for the feeling of discomfort. I deserved nothing less. I was still in his house, lying naked in his bed. I had no idea where he’d gone, or for how long. He’d said very little after the first time, taking me like an animal. But he had left instructions.

  Stay in the room until his return.

  Period.

  Or I’d receive another round of discipline.

  Should I obey him like a good little girl? I almost laughed at the thought even as my stomach churned. Shifting onto my side, I slid my hand around to my backside, caressing my ass, stretching to see if there were any marks. Only redness remained. I’d been draped over his lap like a bad girl, spanked for what seemed like forever.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I’d lost every bit of my resolve the moment I met him or perhaps the moment he’d rescued me. Thr
ee years of studying, working, pretending that everything was all right. Maybe my fading memory of the wretched event from years before was actually a godsend, allowing me to rebuild my life.

  One that included the possibility of a man.

  “No.” I could swear the single syllable echoed in the massive room. I was here to get an amazing education and nothing more. I would continue to remind myself of that fact every day if necessary. I’d actually promised to obey him, and I’d called him ‘sir,’ which had seemed oddly natural. Could I trust him? All indications were that I could. Besides, this was nothing but a wicked weekend tryst. Classes would start on Monday and I would have plenty to keep me busy.

  And away from him.

  His cock.

  His lips.

  His domination.

  A soft laugh pushed past my lips. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy another round of raucous sex, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.

  My asshole.

  I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth, wiggling on the bed. I was a very naughty girl.

  The small lamp by the bed did little to illuminate the room, the candle from the night before having gone out hours before. I’d watched the flickering glow snuff itself out just minutes before I must have fallen asleep. By that point, he’d been gone for at least thirty minutes, maybe longer. What the hell could be so important? Was it about sleep or some nefarious business?

  Slipping out of bed, I moved toward the window, peering out around the very thick wooden blinds. There didn’t seem to be a way to open them. He seemed to want to shut out the rest of the world, heavy drapes covering the windows downstairs, wooden blinds even in the bathroom. The backyard was nothing but woods that seemed to stretch on forever, freshly fallen snow covering every plant and shrub, even the decking surface.

  And perhaps every sin.

  Shuddering, I folded my arms, a cold chill trickling down my back. My clothes remained in the living room. Fantastic. There had to be something I could throw on; even an old tee shirt was better than standing naked in a stranger’s house. If he owned something as mundane as a simple tee shirt. I rubbed my hand over the dresser, marveling at the feel of the dense wood before pulling open a drawer.