Defiled: A Dark Paranormal Romance

by Piper Stone

  Suddenly, he disappeared, vanishing right before my eyes. I turned in a full circle, holding out my hand. “Everything is going to be all right. Stay where you are.” I glanced at her long enough to make certain she obeyed this command, allowing her to see the fury crossing my brow, the anguish thwarting my system.

  I had one recourse, one ability that could return him to the bowels of hell where he belonged, forever imprisoned in fire and brimstone.

  Sadie screamed again, only this time, the words seared my heart. “Christoff. Watch out!”

  The stench of him filled my nostrils, the disgusting mongrel sickening me. As he breathed across the back of my neck, prepared to strike, I took a deep breath, turning sharply and jamming the edge of the dagger into his neck.

  His high-pitched wail was sweet music. Staggering backward, he clawed at his throat, his bulging eyes boring into mine. I could almost see reverence in them, the kind of respect that I truly deserved. He would be sent back to hell where he belonged. Then I turned my back, taking long strides in her direction, scooping her into my arms.

  By attacking the gargoyle, a message would be sent to my brother and one day he would die by my hands.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sadie

  Death was all around me. Maybe I’d tried for so long to shut out all the evils of this world that I was blinded to the scourge that had trailed behind me, living in all aspects of society. I was sick to my stomach, unable to process or understand the recent events.

  I could still see the enlarged red eyes of the creature who’d chased me, could still hear the flapping of wings as long as a house. And I could still smell the stench of him as he breathed across my face and licked his chops. So hungry.

  Ready to feast.

  Ready to drag me straight to hell.

  My God. Was I actually buying I’d seen this... thing hunting me down? No. There was no way. I forced my mind to shift, blocking out the creature’s horrific face. I believed in reality and evidence. There had to be some logical explanation for what I’d experienced.

  Like what? You know what you witnessed.

  The little voice inside my head remained relentless.

  Natural disasters. I couldn’t help but think about everything that Jenny had mentioned. Yes, the entire world seemed to be in a panic mode, threatened by what the majority of people believed was natural causes, horrors manifested by the climate change. But there were others who believed in the book of Revelations, just like Jenny had suggested. I could only imagine what the fanatics were saying. What my father was preaching. Next there would be an influx of insects, destroying crops and even worse.

  I shivered just thinking about the possibilities.

  He’s the only one who can save you. You are under his protection.

  Protection. Was this what anyone could call protection?

  Christoff.

  I did feel protected in his arms and by his side, the man who’d abducted me all those years ago, the very man who’d saved my life against a... monster. I almost laughed, struggling with the images rushing in the back of my mind. And what was Christoff exactly? The devil himself? He certainly hadn’t denied my accusations. I paced the room, trying to catch my breath. Bits and pieces were starting to become clearer revealed in images that seemed difficult to believe.

  His ability to alter time and space.

  His manifestations of fabulous rooms in the blink of an eye, taking them away just as quickly.

  Christ, I had to be insane to believe that he could actually do such a thing.

  My memories of the events occurring three years before remained fuzzy, but every burning and ugly vision that returned terrified me.

  Everything seemed fucking ridiculous, the twilight zone still rearing its ugly head. I was either hallucinating or had been knocked unconscious, my dreams turning into nightmares.

  You want him. You crave him.

  I shook my head, slapping my hands against my ears and groaning. How could I want a monster? When I finally jerked my head up, I could see him out of the corner of my eye sitting regally in the same damn chair in which he’d given me a hard spanking. A spanking. The devil actually issued harsh discipline?

  Not Satan exactly, but his son. How was that even possible?

  “We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within. Lucifer’s spawn will not make her his queen!”

  My father’s words ran rampant again, filling my mind with more questions than answers. I finally found the courage to face Christoff, or perhaps to face my own fears. I took long strides, moving closer, yet far enough away he couldn’t reach out and grab me. “We are going to talk, Christoff. You say you want to keep me safe. Then tell me the fucking truth. What are you? The devil? His spawn?”

  Christoff sat like a statue, except for the clinking of ice in his glass as he swirled it in circle after circle. His eyes were the gorgeous blue from before, so deep and sensuous that I almost regretted my harsh tone.

  Almost.

  “Tell me!” My demand was met with a deep exhale.

  He took another sip and quite frankly, that pissed me off more than anything. I was only inches away merely a split second later, backhanding the glass out of his hand and pummeling my fists against him. The sound of shattering glass was glorious. “What are you? Why are you doing this to me? Why? You abducted me. You forced me to have sex with you. You spanked me like some bad little girl.” The same gleam in his eye remained, disgusting me even more. “My God. You are a monster. What is this, some game to you? Take the poor Georgia girl away from her preacher father? What? What? Do you hate God and religious people so much?”

  Christoff merely grabbed my wrists, holding both together with one of his massive hands, his chest rising and falling as his eyes began to dilate. “I’m not your enemy, Sadie, and God has nothing to do with this, at least not directly. I am the man who protected you. Twice. Yes, I protected you years ago for a very good reason as well. You were and are being hunted by forces that are dangerous and will stop at nothing until you’re captured.”

  “You’re crazy! Just let me go.”

  “And you know that I can’t do that. I am the man who will guide you through this journey, keeping you safe from every creature determined to destroy you. That is my mission and my oath to you.”

  “Oath. How fascinating. Destroy me? How. Fucking. Dare. You.” The haughtiness in my own voice surprised me. He held me still for thirty seconds, as if contemplating what in the hell he was going to do with me. The draw toward him was palpable, the aching in my core intense and raw. I was almost desperate for him, my nipples hardening to the aching point. Every inch of my body betrayed me as my pussy lips swelled, juice trickling into my panties. Soaking them.

  The scent of my desire became overwhelming until a moan slipped past my lips. I couldn’t control myself around him. What was happening to me?

  “I thought you were able to control your emotions, Sadie. I was wrong. You will never lash out at me again. You will obey my every command. And you will never attempt to leave this house. Are we clear?”

  “Fuck you.” I managed to jerk one hand free, reaching out to rake my nails down the side of his chiseled face. He was determined to keep me a prisoner once again.

  There was no anger in his response, no sense of urgency as he dragged me over his lap. Just like a child, a petulant child. According to him, I’d almost been massacred by some creature from another world and all he could think about was disciplining me.

  He slapped his hand down against my bottom, one hard strike coming after the other. My thick denim jeans did little to soften his smacks, but the pain only intensified my longing. My mouth was suddenly dry, parched for the taste of his cock, his cum sliding down the back of my throat. There was no making sense of my reaction, the way my body bucked and undulated, grinding against his already thick shaft.

  I threw back my hand, trying desperately to protect my aching ass cheeks, but as he grabbed my wrist once again, I kne
w there was no getting away from him.

  “I will answer all your questions in time, every one of them.” He kept his voice as even in tone as he did the way he spanked my ass. With utter control.

  I was mortified as heat rushed into my cheeks, my thoughts shifting to longing to beg him to fuck me. I couldn’t understand anything my mind was processing, including what I’d seen in the dark alley. What I was forced to admit was that he did save my life and he’d been enraged by what had occurred.

  As the spanking continued, his hand never tiring, I finally fell into a lull, shutting down my mind. I took several deep breaths, no longer struggling. I was electrified as the pain turned to something much more primal, my arousal increasing with every hard slap of his hand.

  He refused to stop, moving harder and faster until I was numb inside, incapable of thinking any rational thoughts.

  After taking a deep breath, he eased his hand under my shirt, caressing ever so gently. “I adore you, Sadie.”

  “Then why?” I dared to ask.

  With gentle motions, he pulled me into his lap, cupping my cheek and jaw. “Because you are my queen.”

  I’d also heard the same words before, years ago during my incarceration. “Just stop. Stop the bullshit. Please.” I pushed hard against him, struggling to get away, but he grabbed my wrists once again, his chest heaving. I’d never seen such a possessive look in his eyes as he tugged me closer until our lips were almost touching. There was no sense in what I was thinking, the hunger that was exploding in every cell.

  “Mine,” he growled then captured my mouth, grabbing the back of my neck and digging his fingers into my skin.

  His hold was strong, keeping me in place as he took full control, thrusting his tongue past my tightly closed lips. I wanted to refuse him, to fight with every ounce of my strength in order to get away, but there was no denying my own desire or the web he’d woven me in so tightly. I stopped struggling as the kiss continued, his actions savage and wild, matching the crazed beating of my heart.

  The kiss was almost frantic, his tongue controlling mine. My emotions were like a volcano, spewing forth in an almost violent manner. As soon as he let go of my wrists, I jerked at his shirt, tugging as I wiggled on his lap. The feel of his throbbing cock was all consuming, increasing my temperature as fire tore through us.

  Whether this was right or wrong no longer mattered. I had to have him inside of me. I craved his touch on my naked skin. I wanted him licking me, feasting on me.

  Christoff issued a series of heated breaths after breaking the kiss, his hand remaining on the back of my neck, tipping my head until he nipped my chin.

  I closed my eyes, gulping for air as he licked down my neck, his savage sounds utterly animalistic in nature. I ground my ass against his throbbing cock as I managed to slide my hand under his shirt. Just the sensations as I rolled the tips of my fingers across his six-pack were like rocket fuel ripping through every muscle in my body.

  He was dangerous.

  He was dominating.

  He was all I’d ever wanted.

  The second he broke the kiss, I jerked at his clothing, tugging and yanking until I was able to drag the slick of material over his head.

  Christoff’s eyes had changed, becoming pools of darkness, a slight smirk crossing his handsome face. He placed his hands on the armrests, watching my every action as I removed my shirt, fumbling with my bra. My nipples were hard pebbles, swollen and aching.

  He emitted another guttural sound, licking his lips in appreciation as he fixated on the thick points.

  I eased off his lap, my hand shaking as I tried to work the zipper. I was completely wet, the scent of my desire unmistakable, my juice soaking my panties. Every action was frantic as I jerked the edges, finally able to yank down the dense material and kicking out of my shoes.

  When I stood in only my thong, he reacted, hunching forward and pulling me toward him with enough force I yelped. He opened his mouth wide, pressing his lips against the thin lace, sucking and growling.

  I rolled my fingers through his hair as he shifted his head back and forth, his teeth ripping a hole in my panties. I couldn’t breathe, my heart racing as he drove his tongue through the hole, lapping at my cream as if he were dying of thirst.

  My legs continued to shake, my toes numb as his actions became more manic, his tongue swirling around my clit. He swept his hands to the thin elastic, lifting his head long enough to roar as he ripped my thong into shreds.

  “Oh, yes. Oh. Oh!” He lifted one leg, placing my foot on the armrest, pulling my pussy closer to his hot, wet mouth. I lolled my head, taking several deep breaths as he jammed his tongue past my swollen folds, licking and sucking, drawing every bead of cream into his mouth.

  He was uncontrollable, his actions crazed. He slid his arm under my leg, lifting it higher. And higher still, dragging his tongue up and down the entire length of my pussy.

  I was lost to the pleasure, the increasing ecstasy as he mixed fingers with his tongue, driving them in and out in rapid succession. There was no way I could hold back for long, no ability to keep the climax from ravaging my body. I panted, squeezing my muscles and drawing his tongue in deeper. He added a third then fourth finger, driving me to the point of blinding madness.

  “Oh, God. Oh! I need to come. Please.”

  His strangled groan was followed by a single look, the man lifting his head. His face glistened from my juice. “Only if you’re a good girl.”

  “Yes. I promise. I... promise.”

  He engulfed my pussy once again, shaking his head back and forth. He shifted his other arm around my hip, wiggling until he found my asshole, jetting his finger inside.

  The climax rushed up from my toes, shooting though me like wild fire. I gasped from the intensity, no longer able to feel my legs. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh...” The orgasm exploded, my pussy clenching over and over again, my entire body shaking from the violent wave. I was tossed into ecstasy, mind-blowing vibrant colors floating in front of my eyes.

  And still he feasted, his grip tightening as he rolled his tongue up and down, taking every drop and pushing me into yet another wave.

  My mouth was open in a silent scream, sensations unlike anything I’d ever experienced rocketing through my body. I clawed at his shoulders, slapping my hand down several times. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Christoff slowed his actions, licking in languishing motions around my oversensitive clit then dragging his tongue along my tummy before lifting his head. His expression remained dangerous as he brushed his fingers along my sides, crawling them up until he was able to cup my breasts. He teased my nipples, raking his nails back and forth across them.

  I took several deep breaths, easing my leg off the chair then slowly dropping to my knees. I gave his chest a hard shove, pushing him back in the chair, leaning over and pressing kisses on his chest. His skin was on fire, burning the tips of my fingers. I pulled at his belt, nothing about my actions gentle. I wanted his cock freed. I needed his shaft in my wet mouth. I hungered to taste his sweet cum.

  “You’re hungry,” he whispered.

  “Famished.”

  “Then take all you want but remember that you are not in control.”

  I blew across his stomach, moving up to his chest as I fumbled to release his belt buckle, my fingers almost numb. I licked up and down, swirling my tongue around first one nipple then the other.

  His growl was my reward.

  I lowered down, hunkering between his wide open legs, running my hands along the insides of his thighs.

  “Don’t tease me,” he whispered in a husky tone.

  “Or what?”

  “Or there will be hell to pay.” He tipped his head back, slouching further forward on the chair. He was nothing but putty in my hands.

  Using my teeth, I lowered his zipper, shoving the material aside. He lifted his hips, allowing me to tug down his trousers. The fine linen had no place at this moment.

  For all his posturing, his promi
ses of evil, he was still a man, his hunger almost as desperate as mine.

  His balls were already swollen and as I rolled them in my fingers, I blew a swatch of hot air across the tip of his cock. He was already leaking, the draw of his pre-cum too much to take. I drew the tip of my tongue through the pearl beads, savoring the taste. He shuddered as I squeezed his testicles, adding pressure then backing off, repeating the move several times.

  Another guttural sound popped from his throat, his eyes glassy as he blinked. I loved the way his long eyelashes framed his chiseled face, adding a level of softness to his angular features. He was truly a gorgeous man, alluring in every manner.

  I rolled my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, using my other hand to twist and pump the base. I was far too hungry to wait, opening my mouth wide to accept his glorious cock. He was so wide, filling my mouth and stretching my jaw muscles. My pussy clenched over and over again, hungering to have him buried deep inside.

  My senses were heightened as I moved up and down, taking him inch by inch. The way he placed his hand on my head was possessive, even if he was allowing me to play. I took my time, swirling my tongue as I sucked him, relaxing my throat until I was able to take every inch, the tip hitting the back of my mouth. I held him there, breathing around his massive cock until he finally took over.

  He thrust his hips up, thrusting hard and fast, his face pinched and his luscious lips twisted from the intensity.

  The heat continued to build, breathing as it took over every cell in my body. I finally gave in, allowing his full control. He pumped in erratic motions for only a full minute more before yanking me by the hair, the curl across his lip telling me in no uncertain terms that he was going to fuck me.

  Jerking me into his lap, Christoff wasted no time pulling me onto his cock.

  I threw my head back as he stretched me open, my muscles clamoring to accept all of him. When he was seated fully inside, I let out an elongated breath. Every nerve ending was so alive, my body invigorated from the way he held me, cupping my breasts to keep me in place.