If I hadn’t claimed her before, by pulling a knife on me and declaring knowledge of my existence, she’d just sealed her fate.
“I think I’ll take that bet, doll,” I said, my voice a raspy husk.
Her breathing became laboured and she edged along the counter as though she thought she could make a break for the door. I grinned and straightened, the predator in me waking up and sniffing the air, sensing its mate nearby. She looked both fierce and frightened at the same time. I fucking loved it. I wanted to take her down, fuck her hard, make her mine. Imprint myself all over her. Finally take the woman I’d claimed months ago, the moment I set eyes on her.
“Wh-what does that mean?” she whispered, her eyes darting around the room, searching for escape.
Oh baby girl, there’s no escape for you. There never will be.
“It means, now that you know of my existence, there’s no holding back anymore, no more watching from the sidelines while you take your own pleasure, then going back to my place and jacking off in the shower to a lonely memory.” Her breath caught on a strangled moan and her tanned cheeks flushed a gorgeous magenta. “No, my lovely Nola, I intend to touch, and lick, and fuck every inch of you tonight.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. Now it was her turn to stand in frozen shock. An unseen presence, an invisible man was promising to fuck her. Finally, she managed to unglue herself from her place against the counter, took a threatening pose with her arm upraised, the knife held out in front of her and said, “Don’t you dare touch me!”
I walked toward her and reached for her wrist. As if sensing my presence she slashed the air around us. I moved quickly to the side and safely out of the blade’s path. I wanted to grab her, but I also didn’t want her to hurt herself, which was a little frustrating. I’d never pulled my “ghostly” attack act on anyone that I didn’t intend to kill before. I didn’t exactly know how to restrain without causing harm.
I was forced to jump back when she spun around and slashed the air again, missing me by a few inches. I growled, tempted to punch her wrist to get her to drop the blade. But I pulled the manoeuver, knowing I could shatter the bones in her arm. Somehow she instinctively sensed my presence and seemed to know where I was standing. Which would have been heartwarming if the broad wasn’t holding a fucking knife the size of her forearm.
Nola lunged at me again, forcing me to spin to the side. I was too slow though and she managed to slash me in along the ribs. I’d never been seriously injured before. I’d experienced frostbite, had doors slammed on me and worst of all been smashed in the balls by one of the cooks swinging a roasting pan around. Believe it or not, I was wearing my getup at the time. Asshole just wasn’t being careful enough.
“Fuck!” I snarled, taking hold of her knife wrist and swinging her in front of me so her back was against my chest. I shoved her forward, smashing her facedown against the counter. I twisted her wrist, forcing her to give up the knife. As soon as her grip loosened I took the blade and flung it across the room, too angry to check my strength. The tip hit the opposite wall and stuck.
Nola’s head whipped up and her eyes focused on the knife in the wall. Her face drained of colour. The fight seemed to go right out of her after that. I leaned heavily against her and tilted to the side, looking down. I was bleeding.
I watched in amazement as it dripped down the side of my body and across my hip. I let go of her arm and reached down to touch it, lifting my fingers. In all these years, I’d never seen my own blood. It seemed almost poetic that this woman, my chosen woman, had been the first, and hopefully the last, to draw my blood. I wanted her more than ever.
I spun her around to face me. She shrieked at the sudden movement and lifted something, bringing it down against the counter. Glass shattered and liquid ran over the counter and dripped off the edge onto the floor, falling down around our feet. It took me a second to realize what’d happened. She lifted the smashed wine bottle and brought it swinging in a vicious arc toward my chest. I twisted to side before she could plunge it into my flesh.
I was done playing nice.
I grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard until she dropped the jagged top of the wine bottle. It smashed to the floor. She opened her mouth to scream but I slapped my other hand over her mouth. Didn’t need her neighbors calling the cops on us. I wasn’t done with her.
I picked her struggling body up in my arms and carried her through the tiny, dilapidated apartment, disgust filling me. Now that she knew about me, now that I knew she knew about me, she wouldn’t be staying in this shithole anymore. Reaching the doorway of her bedroom I hurled her through the air, watching in satisfaction as she landed on the bed in a heap. She rolled onto her side with a groan. I hoped that she wasn’t hurt, but it wouldn’t matter. I was going to fuck her and then she was coming home with me. Forever.
She knew I was coming. She tried to slide off the opposite side of the bed. Tried to run for the door. Fuck, I loved this woman.
I caught her around the stomach and flung her back on the bed, straddling her. I pinned her down, arms over her head. I leaned down and smelled her, running my nose over her neck. She moaned and arched a little. I grinned. Even terrified she couldn’t resist. I touched my side, painting my fingers with blood and ran them over her lips. My heart nearly burst from my chest. I could see it, I had marked my Nola!
I crushed her lips under mine, kissing her with a strength that I knew was too much. But I was incapable of holding back. This glorious creature beneath me, this woman that both fought to be free of me, but also sensed my existence would finally belong to me. I could have come right then and there, spilling my seed across her belly where I was crouched over top of her, pinning her to the bed.
I began tearing at her clothes, ripping her shirt from her body. She screamed into my mouth and began fighting me again. I knew I should be more gentle, should slow down and show her that I was capable of finesse. Except I’d never bothered to make slow, gentle love to a woman. Nola would be the first. When I had enough control to be the kind of lover I intended to be for Nola. Tonight was not that night. Tonight I felt too much possessive rage. Tonight I needed to make Nola mine and I needed to do it now, before she slipped through my fingers and disappeared.
I released her lips long enough to glance down, to see what I was doing, to wrench her bra in half, freeing her breasts. Beautiful, glorious breasts. She let out an agonized scream. I slammed a hand over her lips and buried my face in her neck. I kissed her throat, trailing a path along the slim column toward her ear, drunk on the taste and texture of my love’s skin. I nipped, reminding myself not to sink my teeth in, not to damage her as I longed to do. I reached down and wrenched her skirt in half, feeling her legs jump against the bed.
Fuck, please be wet, I silently begged. I needed her so bad I didn’t think I could stop myself. I didn’t want to hurt her though. I released her mouth, hoping she wouldn’t scream and wrapped an arm around her neck. I dragged her against my chest and whispered into her hair, “Remember all those times you knew I was here, Nola? You knew I was watching, touching and sometimes licking.”
She surprised me by answering. “Y-yes,” she whispered, her lips moving against my flesh, drawing a growl from me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, doll,” I said, my voice raspy with need. “Wanted you so fucking bad. There’ve been no other women since I set eyes on you. Trust me, Nola.”
She didn’t say anything, but I could feel something inside her relax. Instead of trying to shove me away, she rested her hands against my shoulders and buried her face in my chest. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down between us, my fingers gliding through her gloriously wet folds. I bared my teeth, lined my cock up against her and thrust myself home. She took me in one long hard glide. After a moment’s adjustment she lifted her hips against me, a subtle plea for more.
I gloried in her reaction, gripping her tight and crushing her into my chest. She pressed her cheek into my throat and dug her
fingers into the skin of my sides. I hissed in pain as her hand skimmed across the cut she’d given me, then I surged even harder against her, though I was already buried deep. She yelped and dug her nails in, sending searing pain all the way down my side. I gritted my teeth, enjoying the savagery of our first mating.
“Y-you feel that, psycho?” she gasped against me, embedding her nails even deeper into my bleeding flank. “I may not be able to see you, but I’m not stupid.”
Surprise flooded through me. Little bitch knew exactly what she was doing. I grinned and reached down to capture her wrists and slam them into the pillow over her head. The fingers of her one hand shone red with my blood. My cock swelled even further inside her and I knew I wasn’t going to last long, not with this vixen underneath me.
“You like to play risky games,” I panted, surging against her, fucking into her so hard the bed slammed into the wall.
Nola screamed and dug her nails into my wrist where I held onto her. She lifted her hips, meeting my every thrust with a small surge of her own, crying out every time our bodies slammed together. Heat sizzled through me, rippling down my spine, telling me I was close to coming. This was different though. Like a gathering storm, the air around us felt charged with electricity, as though a single spark would ignite the bed, the room and everything else. We didn’t care. We were wrapped in the moment.
I stared down at the most beautiful woman I had ever beheld. She was so utterly stunning in that moment. Though she was trapped beneath me, her hands pinned to the bed, she was magnificent with her head arched back against the pillow and her breasts pushed out, sweat beading her body from chin to navel. I could feel my balls drawing up against my body, my thoughts scattering to the wind as pleasure began to take hold.
I released her wrists and bent, crouching over her. I shoved her head to the side and buried my face in her neck. Licking the luscious beads of sweat from her collarbone, inhaling her honeyed scent and luxuriating in the texture of her stunning mane of chestnut hair. I slammed balls deep one last time and breathed her name before grunting my release. I felt a sharp slicing pain in my shoulder, sending another shot of seed pumping from my body into hers. I whipped my head to the side, catching a glimpse of my Nola biting deep into the muscle of my shoulder, a vicious gleam in her eye as she looked toward me.
I reached out, grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back. She let out a yell as her neck arched at an awkward angle. I hunched over top of her, reached between our bodies and attacked her clit with hard, fast strokes. She began shrieking for mercy, alternately begging for me to stop and demanding her precious orgasm. Just as she neared her peak I leaned over and bit down on her breast, enveloping her nipple. I used enough force that she would almost certainly have teeth marks for days to come. Nola couldn’t see me, but she would see the marks of my possession.
She screamed her pleasure until I was forced to cover her mouth once again. She used her sharp little teeth against me so I smashed my hand down hard enough that she had to let go or risk cutting her lips against her own teeth.
Finally, I let her go and rolled to the side. We lay side by side on her narrow, crappy mattress panting. My body ached from fighting with Nola, but I’d never felt better in my life. She had been more than worth the effort it took to subdue. I glanced to the side, wanting to see what Nola looked like all flushed and well-fucked.
Quick reflexes, borne from jumping out of the way of too many doors saved my life. I managed to grab hold of her wrist as it flew toward me in an arc, a pistol held tight in her fist. I yanked her wrist to the side, lurched over top of her and punched her in the temple, knocking her unconscious.
Chapter 7
Nola
I slid my leg along the silkiest soft sheet my naked body had ever come in contact with, marvelling at the almost sinful sensation. Then my brain caught up with my senses and my eyes flew open as memory came rushing back. I lifted a hand from the heavenly bed and touched the side of my head, wincing at the tenderness I felt there. Strange. Despite the obvious bruise forming, I had no headache. I gave my head a slight shake just to be sure and lifted an eyebrow when, instead of pain, I experienced a slight swamping sensation. As though the room had moved.
I had been drugged.
“You were given a sedative so we could remove you from your rat-infested apartment with ease.” A low voice drifted from the corner of the room. Which corner, I couldn’t tell. His words seemed to echo all around me. “Once you were delivered to my home I insisted you be given a painkiller as well. I suspected you might wake up with a headache.”
Angry heat raged through me. I clenched my fists in the bedding and tried to cling to the ragged shreds of my temper. I could be emotional sometimes and my foster parents used to accuse me of having a terrible temper. I’d learned how to control it over the years, but extreme situations could set me off. Which seemed to be how I found myself trapped and drugged in a psychotic Invisible man’s apartment.
“That’s kidnapping, asshole,” I hissed in the direction I thought I was hearing his voice come from. “And for all you know, I could be allergic to whatever you gave me! I could’ve died.”
He chuckled, completely unconcerned with my outrage. “I know your entire history and everything about you, Nola Antonetti. If you had any allergies I would know.”
I gathered the sheet in my hands and slid carefully off the edge of the bed, trying to stay on the side I thought he was furthest from. I was wrong. As I stood, tucking the beautiful white material around the top of my breasts, he spoke from behind me, his deep raspy voice an echo in my ear. “I’ve waited months to see you in my bed.”
I whirled around, jumping back. Unfortunately, this sent me tumbling back onto the bed. I tried to roll off the end but something… someone grabbed hold of my ankle and dragged me back to the middle. I screamed, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I kicked out at the faceless man holding onto my leg but missed. I fought, but it was impossible to fight something that was bigger and stronger, something I couldn’t see.
His laughter bounced off the walls around us as we fought. He enjoyed holding me down, and despite my inability to see him, I could feel how much my struggles turned him on by the hot length of cock pressing into my stomach as he sat on me. There was nothing I could do but lay beneath him, tense, feeling him.
“Hadn’t meant to fuck you so soon after you woke up,” he growled.
His warm breath touched my face. I strained away from him, but his lips followed mine. I was tempted to bite now that I knew where he was, except the blow to my temple told me he wasn’t disinclined toward hitting women.
“Mine,” he snarled against my mouth.
I whimpered, fear of this unknown, ghostly man rippling through me. But for some reason my body reacted viscerally, primitively to the deep growl. My nipples peaked, the one that he’d bitten gave a painful twinge, a reminder of his retaliatory mark. My skin felt sensitive and I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. He wrenched the sheet away from my body, leaving me naked and spread wide in his bed.
I watched in fascinated horror as the sheet began twisting and turning in the air over my face. I gripped the bed beneath me and tried to claw my way out from underneath him, terrified now that he was going to use this twisted bedsheet to strangle me, but he was too heavy to dislodge. He took hold of my wrists, dragged me up the bed with an ease that told me he must be far bigger than me and used the sheet to secure my hands to the headboard.
“Want to taste you,” he explained, and I realized that this crazy, psychotic see-through man intended to go down on me and he didn’t want me to be able to fight him while he did it.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shouted, trying to elbow him in the side of the head, or where I thought his head should be, while he tied my wrists. Once he finished I felt his weight shift as he moved back. I yanked my arms, testing the tightness of the sheet. Yup, pretty fucking tight.
I could feel him moving d
own the bed, between my legs. Now that I was restrained, he took his time, becoming more gentle. I couldn’t see him, but he went slow enough to make sure that I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. He ran his broad hands down my sides, enveloping my ribcage, his thumbs skimming the sides of my breasts. I gasped as unwanted erotic heat enveloped me. He continued his nefarious path down my body, clasping my hips in his hands and squeezing the flesh, before pressing his thumbs inward toward my inner thighs. Unable to help myself I opened my legs, just a tiny bit more. It had been so long since a man had touched between my legs, encouraged that sweet, sensual build up, that I couldn’t bring myself to deny his coaxing fingers.
And something about his invisibility seemed to encourage this forbidden path, as though it weren’t actually happening. Despite my hands being firmly tied to the headboard and my presence in a strange apartment. I would contemplate reality after the bliss of this promised orgasm…
“My Nola…”
I moaned out loud as the warm rush of air touched my bare labia. I pressed my knees back and tilted my hips up, encouraging him to do it again. Miraculously he took my invitation, blowing another stream of air across my aching pussy.
“Ohhhh, yes,” I breathed, arching my back into the bed and wiggling in eagerness.
He took hold of my thighs and pressed them open, pushing them back to fit his wide shoulders. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the man between my legs. I knew he was big and broad. I knew he was muscular and his cock was big. I knew he had hair, teeth and blood. But that was all I knew.
And then I didn’t care. Because he buried his tongue deep in my pussy and began eating like a man that was experiencing his favourite meal; a man that might never surface again if he got his way. The sounds he made while he was eating were both savage and erotic. I wanted to die from embarrassment at how wet I was, the fluids that were flowing freely from my body as he shoved fingers inside me, mimicking a cock, while lashing my clit with his tongue.
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