by Finley Blake
Before I could protest, his lips descended on my clit and he suckled at it with such ferocity, I gripped the edge of the bed. “No,” I managed to gasp. “No…” My hips lifted off the bed and he held them there, feasting on me with thrusts of his tongue inside my shuddering cunt.
Words, of course, did not deter him from dragging my over-sensitive body to another orgasm. When the quivers ceased, he ran his tongue up my cunt in long, firm lapping licks that did nothing to quell the fire in me. He returned his attention to my clit, this time circling it with the tip of his tongue. I squeaked out a half-hearted protest…
And then he rammed two fingers into my hungry hole as his licks became faster, as he slurped at my flesh like he, too, was hungry. Each thrust of his fingers in concert with those unrelenting swirls of his tongue against my throbbing female organ was too much to bear. My eyes rolled heavenward as my vision and mind clouded. My body trembled madly against his mouth and hand as yet another orgasm overwhelmed me.
Before I could even speak, he claimed me, his thick cock filling me with its hardness. I bucked against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. How I wanted to be the one to ride him now, wildly and with abandon, grinding atop him until I came again and again…
So I did.
It wasn’t in my nature to dominate. No. But it was in my nature to please another, and this seemed to please Nicholas greatly, because he fell back when I pushed against his shoulders, taking me with him. For a brief moment, I sat atop him, looking down at his muscular body. Then I moved my hips forward and back, gyrating against him. The motion resulted in my clit rubbing against his torso and I gasped at the sensation.
“That’s right,” he said as he wrapped his hands around my waist. “That’s my girl. Fuck me as senseless as you are right now.”
That’s what I wanted to do too. I watched him, my eyes half-lidded and my lips parted as I circled and ground myself against him. “Yes,” I said breathily, and placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
As I leaned forward, the pressure on my clit increased. Each thrust of my hips was even more pleasurable than before. And when he took one of my tits in his mouth to lick and suck at the nipple, I curled my fingers against him with a sharp intake of breath. He switched between them and I swirled my hips faster and faster. As if he couldn’t stop himself, Nicholas thrust into me from where he lay between my legs. There was no thought now, no fear or concern. There was just the unrelenting pleasure that came with riding his perfect body.
I could not help but sob at the sensation as I lost myself once more, my body saturating his rigid member in my slick juices, my hips thrusting in that uncontrolled, jolting way as I orgasmed. Nicholas must have sensed me stilling, unable to go further, because he gripped my hips and plunged into me, sinking himself to the hilt as his searing ejaculate filled me.
In that moment, as I slumped atop him, panting for breath, there was nothing but the two of us, entwined and drenched in our own bodies’ essences.
It was a moment to savor.
Chapter 10
The gunshot came out of nowhere.
Strictly speaking, that’s not true.
It came from the bedroom door before Nicholas had even completed the first knot in his tie, before I had even smoothed the dress fully over my body.
I clasped my hands to my mouth in terror, but even that didn’t stifle the scream.
“Did I come at a bad time?” The query was snide and the person making it smug. I knew him – that face and those hard, cold eyes. Korroziya. “I never expected to see the whore again.” He stepped into the room, a tendril of smoke curling into the air from the end of his gun. His gaze shifted from me to Nicholas, who had collapsed back against the wall and slid down along it, leaving a trail of blood staining the paint.
“No.” I fell to my knees beside him, but just stopped myself from touching him. As much as I wanted to draw him into my arms, I didn’t know what that movement would do to Nicholas after being shot.
“Oh yes, and I do hope it’s fatal. Even if it’s not, though…” The commander paused to put a cigarette between his lips and raise a lighter to it.
It took only that brief moment of silence for me to realize what was happening. In the distance there was a sound like thunder, followed by another, and then another.
“L.A. will fall to us completely, and the Constitutionals will give up on their stupid little rebellion.”
I shook my head, tears falling as I finally gave in and embraced Nicholas. He was pale and unmoving in my arms, his eyes latched onto the officer.
“You Constitutionals fought too hard to hold onto it, so we decided to cut our losses. The city will fall and you with it. We’ll corral the people into an even smaller place and they will know there is no escape.” The officer took another drag on the cigarette, then flung it at me. I flinched and the searing tip narrowly missed my arm. “Enjoy each other. This will be your last chance to say goodbye.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the room.
I rose to my feet and lunged at the door, slamming it shut and turning the deadbolt in place. “Nicholas,” I said, turning back to him. “What are we going to do?”
He shook his head at me and pressed a finger to his lips.
With a nod, I tilted my head toward the door and waited. Sure enough, I heard more doors slamming, orders yelled, boots marching out into the city that shook with the onslaught of bomb after bomb.
Nicholas jerked his head and I followed the motion, running back to him. He moved his arm just enough to show me where he had been shot. His side. Just a grazing wound, which meant it wasn’t life-threatening. Thank goodness.
I reached down and ripped the hem of my dress all around, then wrapped the fabric around his body twice, tying it as tightly as I could so it would staunch the blood. Before Nicholas could say a thing, I gestured for quiet as he had and rose to my feet. Maybe I lacked his technical knowledge and forthrightness, but I was a fast learner. Last time Korroziya had come to call, he’d left those bugs. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left one this time or if, perhaps, one had already existed in the room.
Running my hands along the doorframe, then underneath the top edge of the dresser, I let my intuition guide me until I found it. Peeling the small item away from the baseboard, I approached Nicholas and unfurled my fingers to show him the object in my palm. He gave a nod of understanding before I smashed it underfoot.
“Do you suppose that was the only one?” I asked as I dropped to my knees beside him once again.
“Do you think it really matters at this point?” He reached up to push my tangled blonde hair out of my face. “They’ve left us for dead and that’s what we’re going to be. Come here. I want you with me. I should be able to spend my last moments holding the one I love.”
Tears flooded the corners of my eyes, but I nodded and sat next to him, nestling into his arm on his uninjured side with a whispered, “What happens now?”
His only response was to fish a piece of folded paper out of his pocket, hand it to me, and kiss the top of my head. Looking down at it, I realized it was closed with the seal of St. Eden’s School for Young Ladies. A letter from the headmistress?
I clutched the paper as we sat there, the city on fire somewhere beyond the doors of the dance hall that had once echoed with music and laughter, a place now a mockery of its former self.
Silence descended, punctuated only by the heavy booming of bombs, spurts of gunfire, and our own mingled breaths.
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My Sweet Violet,
You have been one of my best students, one of the loveliest and one of the most talented among any in the school. You are also the strongest.
Oh, you may not know it just yet, but you are.
Violet, you have the power to transform hate into love, to transform death into hope, and loss into gain. You are stronger than you think, because love IS strength. The world needs more people like you, more love and hope like yours.
I have
more faith in you than I’ve ever had in one of my students. You will reach the hardest of hearts and make it love again.
And when you do that, you will save us all.
In love,
Eden
Epilogue
Pounding boots all along the hall. Yelling. Doors kicked open. Guns pointed inside the room. Then…
Then…
“Dr. Ferros! Holy shit! I need a medic here now! It’s the president!”
I stumbled to my feet as Nicholas clung to me, finding the strength to also rise and stand at my side.
The Constitutional soldiers flooded the room and then, scant moments later, a medic forced his way past them and pressed Nicholas back toward the bed. A soldier reached for me, but Nicholas said in a strong voice, “No. She stays. She is always to be at my side.”
Heart pounding in my ears, I rushed to the bed and grasped his hand as the medic worked around him. When he was done, the military doctor shrugged and said, “You’ll live.”
“I know that.” Nicholas swung his feet over the side of the bed and drew me against him, his arm around my waist. “What’s it like out there.”
The medic gave another shrug. “It looks like shit. Not much we can do about L.A. The Regime has all the heavy artillery and, well, we just don’t.”
A shudder wracked my body and I turned my face to hide it against Nicholas’ shoulder. The school. My friends. Adette. My twin sister…
Nicholas whispered something to the soldiers and one said, “The school’s fine. Didn’t take any hits.”
Before I could peep back out at the men crowding the room, somebody wrapped their arms around me. “You’re alright! Oh, thank goodness!”
I blinked and realized it was Adette, hugging me as if her life depended on it. “Yes, I’m…” My body continued to shake and I thought I was going to faint. Instead, I took a long, deep breath. I was here. Adette was here.
And Nicholas never wanted me to leave his side.
“Let’s go see it,” I said.
“See what?” Adette drew back and tilted her head at me.
“I want to see what L.A. looks like.”
She slid her gaze to Nicholas, who gave a nod and put his arm around my waist. “She can do this,” he said. “I know she can.”
The dance hall was untouched by the bombing and any Regime soldiers who remained were either dead – just bodies at our feet – or prisoners of the Constitutionals. For once, I looked at the horror around me without shying away from it. This was our world and this was what I had to accept if I wanted to be with my Nicholas.
Stepping through the doors of the hotel, I recoiled as an acidic smell filled my nose. So much fire everywhere…
But I lifted my chin and continued, looking around and realizing our people had just scored an incredible victory.
It was chaos all around us out there – people running everywhere, tending to the wounded, rounding up Regime soldiers – but we kept walking. Nicholas held my hand, I followed him, and Adette followed me.
The sun was rising over the buildings and I gasped. “How did that…” What had happened to the dark cloud of fallout I was so accustomed to seeing over L.A.?
“Oh, that was easy enough to get rid of,” came a low voice from behind me.
When I turned, a tall man with dark hair had sidled up to Adette and now they were sharing a rather passionate embrace. Trying to be respectful, I averted my gaze until they were done kissing. “You must be Icharus DeVille,” I finally said.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you, Violet.” He extended his hand and while it seemed strange to exchange pleasantries out here in the middle of a war-torn, smoldering city, I was glad to meet him.
Nicholas stepped away from the group, gesturing to them not to follow. But I wanted to be at his side, so I approached him.
“This isn’t over,” he said in a low voice, wrapping his arm around my waist. “We’ve got them on the run. Soon we’ll be the ones to overthrow the Regime, bring justice back to this country, and I will have my revenge.”
I reached up and turned Nicholas’ face to me. “Yes, you will, and we’ll do it together.”
With a smile, he lowered his face to mine. “I like the sound of that.”
The kiss didn’t feel like a farewell this time, but the promise of a new beginning.
Other Books in the Series
Tales of Dystopian Decadence, Book 1: Dark Needs
Tales of Dystopian Decadence, Book 2: Sweet Desire
Tales of Dystopian Decadence, Book 3: Wicked Surrender (coming September 9)
Other Books by the Author
Geared for Lust: A Trio of Sensual Vignettes
About the Author
Finley has a thing for speculative erotic romance – dystopian, paranormal and more – and the characters who make reading and writing it worthwhile.
Just a small-town girl, she is very content with a good cup of coffee and the occasional rainy day while dreaming up strange, sexy new worlds.
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