Unleashed, p.3
UNLEASHED., page 3
“I can bring a new world of pain to you, baby. Snap you and let you heal only to do it all over again. You are still the same girl I bit all over to prove a point. You are the same sweet little witch. You fucking belong to me. If I ever see you touch another man, I will fucking kill him and punish you. I want to go rip him limb from limb and any other man that has ever touched you.” Running his lips along my jaw to my throat, he sinks his teeth into me. It still stings but is not painful and definitely more pleasurable. My core clenches with desire. My pussy is throbbing at the pleasure and pain that come from his bite. I need him to touch me.
“That greedy little pussy is born again, baby; no one has been in those little vampire witch holes of yours… yet.” His vulgar words still cause me to feel embarrassed, even if my cheeks don’t flush red.
“Please, Daris,” I whimper.
“How I have missed the sound of my name coming out of your sweet little mouth.” He stands and walks slowly behind me, and my core clenches with anticipation, with need.
“Open,” he demands, shoving his foot between my knees. I spread my legs wide for him, waiting. I peek over my shoulder at him. He takes his shirt off, unbuttoning each button painfully slow. His eyes find mine, then glide down to my open legs, and he licks his lips. The shirt slides off his rippling shoulders, falling to the floor, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Oh. My. God. Undoing his belt, he pulls it off swiftly, causing it to snap and me to tense.
“I can see how wet that pussy is from here. Such a sweet little slut for me, aren’t you? Here I thought you were this innocent thing.” He slowly steps toward me and crouches behind me. His fingers plunge into me, making me moan. “But look at that soaking wet kitty.” He pulls his fingers out, and I groan loudly.
“Noo!”
I hear him chuckle, and his pants hit the floor.
“Is my sweet nightmare needy?” I respond with a loud sigh.
“Oh, impatient. Maybe your punishment should be no orgasm. Only making me come all over this sweet pussy,” he says as the bite of his belt slaps across my pussy, and I yelp, flinching away.
“Don’t fucking move!” He barks, gripping my hips and pulling me back into place. “Punishment needs to fit the crime.” His belt slaps again on my throbbing pussy.
“Does this pussy want anyone else?” I shake my head.
“Use your words, baby.”
“No. Only you,” I whimper, my pussy stinging.
“That’s my good girl.” He says, sliding his fingers between my legs, stroking where the belt stung. Fuck, I can’t do this. I need him inside me. I need his hands on me.
His hand moves from between my legs to the back of my neck, pulling me to my feet. I look into his granite eyes, mine pleading to him.
“What do you want, baby?” He whispers in my ear, sending shocks through me again. “Beg.”
“Please, Sir,” I say without hesitation. He drags me to the bed, sits me on the edge, and drops to his knees. Seeing him on his knees in front of me almost makes me come unglued. He is so goddamn sexy.
“You can do better than that.” He grips my knees, pulling them apart.
“Please, please. I need to come. I need you to make me come.” His mouth hovers over me. I can feel the whisper of his breath on my throbbing clit, and I move my hips forward, desperate for his touch.
“I have been thinking of this sweet pussy for days. Craving it,” he growls, sinking his tongue deep inside me. Lapping me up, sending waves of heat that consume my entire body. His tongue flicks in and out with precision and speed that brings my orgasm on swiftly, with a force that I think will shatter me into a million pieces, but he stops just before the orgasm hits. A growl comes from deep in my chest, a sound I’ve never made before. I’m angry at the orgasm waiting to come and shocked at the sound I just made.
“Mmm, my primal girl. Do you want to come, baby? You want to drown me in your juices?” He taunts. I lace my fingers into his hair and pull him into me. He pulls back just enough so his breath is blowing against my clit, making me even more frustrated.
“You are strong now, aren’t you? This could be very fun indeed,” he chuckles. A beat passes before I lose it, pulling him into me, rolling my hips against his mouth. He sinks his teeth into me, and I hiss at the pain, but my body keeps grinding his face. My orgasm is mere seconds from exploding all over his perfect mouth, and he yanks his mouth away.
“Fuck, Daris!” I shout, grabbing him and throwing him to the bed with ease. Holy fuck, my strength is shocking. He lies on his back with a huge grin on his face.
“Asshole,” I mutter as I climb on top of him.
“You are something else, Presly.” He gently brushes my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes, and I know he can see my soul. My heart melts under the granite gaze, my anger gone, but the desire and need to come is still all-consuming. I slide my hand down his hard shaft, pulling a low moan from him as his eyes grow heavy.
“Good boy,” I tease, narrowing my eyes on him, waiting for the reaction. His jaw clenches immediately, a low rumble vibrates in his chest. His eyes fly open, and I’m prepared for the retribution. His hands shoot to my wrists, yanking me onto my back, and he lands on top. I swiftly maneuver out from under him to land back on top, straddling him. His hands grip my wrists harder, but something flashes across his face and reflects in his eyes… pride. A slow smile spreads across his face, tugging the corners of his mouth, and the gleam of his white teeth peeks through his perfect full lips. His lips part, and in a low, husky, rough sexy-as-fucking-hell voice, he growls.
“Fucking Christ, such a good girl. I’m going to make you come so hard you are going to forget every man who has ever touched you. So many times that you will get on your knees and pray to me like I am your God.” My jaw drops, and I swear I’m drooling.
“That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I drop my mouth to his, brushing my lips across his, grinding myself into him. His mouth devours me, his tongue invades mine. He releases my wrists, and grasps the sides of my face, kissing me with more passion and fire than I thought was possible. This man kisses me, in a way I feel it in every cell of my body buzzes with excitement. Fuck.
He flips me on my back, pinning me with a glare that makes my core ache for his touch. His lips move to my neck, nipping and kissing his way down to my nipple, tugging it between his teeth and flicking his tongue across it, making me arch into it.
“Still insatiable for me, baby, my needy little witch,” he purrs, kissing his way down my stomach, leaving small fires where his lips touched.
“You are a fucking goddess.”
“Will you kneel to me?” I breathe, heat thrumming through my body. A low chuckle comes from him, and a moan as his mouth covers my clit.
Fuck, this man is a fucking god. I’m in love with a god. I come hard against his mouth, but he doesn’t stop licking and sucking. My body shudders and convulses as the orgasm hits me. I can’t focus on anything but the intense thrill. Fuck, is this how every orgasm is going to feel now? I feel it in every corner of my body and mind. It’s a high I never want to come down from.
“Is that what you want, baby, me to kneel before my goddess, my queen?” He breathes as his body comes flush with mine, my body forming perfectly to fit his.
“I love you, Daris,” I breathe into his neck just before he plunges into me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Your body was made for me and me alone,” he growls as he pulls back, slowly pushing back into me as if trying to memorize every inch of my pussy.
“I love you, my sweet.” His speed increases, and he grabs my hand, pushing it between us. His fingers covered mine, pushing into my clit.
“Touch yourself for me,” he whispers. I rub my swollen, throbbing clit as he slams into me faster and harder. He moves from one breast to the other, sucking and biting my hard nipples. Kissing his way up my chest, along my collarbone bone, up my neck. His lips find that sensitive spot under my ear, which feels one hundred times more sensitive. Everything he does, every part of me he touches, is magnified now.
“Oh my, fuck, Daris! I’m… I’m…”
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.” He’s as desperate as I am.
“Be a good girl and give it to me. Just like that.” I come undone. I can’t hold on any longer, my orgasm dripping down my ass, my thighs slick with my wetness. My body shakes as I spasm around him, just as he explodes deep inside me.
“Fuuck, Presly.” He moans and collapses on top of me, his full weight holding me down and pressing into me. I’m overcome with how much I love him. It’s as if he and he alone ground me to this planet. I’m filled with so many emotions regarding my attachment to him.
He rolls to his side and pulls me into him, tucking my head under his chin and squeezing me tight.
“I was so afraid I lost you.” His voice is soft, and a shiver runs through him as he pulls me tighter.
“But you didn’t,” I say, turning to face him. “And now I’m like you… sort of… I think,” I give him a little smile. He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine.
“You are one of a kind, my sweet, unlike anyone else.” His hand rests on my cheek.
“We will find Lucas and make him pay for what he did to you,” he vows, his words dripping with venom.
“After I find out about his relationship with my mother. I will get the pleasure of extracting that information.”
A veil of darkness envelops me, and thoughts dance on the edge of my mind of forbidden desires of torture, exploring the depths I’ve kept hidden within me. It’s almost as if the very absence of light allows my mind to delve into the recesses of my desires without inhibition.
The things I want to do to him are a symphony of pain and revenge, a scene that plays out in the secret chambers of my dark heart. The darkness seems to understand my need to embrace the malice nature of my thoughts, and it embraces me in return. But I hear my mother’s words echo, “Beware of the darkness.”
“Presly?”
“Mmhmm,” I didn’t hear Daris speaking. I was in my own world… my dark world, where I may be alone.
“Where did you go, baby?”
“Sorry. I’m fine.” I give him the best smile I can, curling into him.
We hold each other as we fall asleep; I need this. I need him.
Chapter 4
Presly
“Good morning, Presly. How are you feeling?” Eva’s eyes peer at me over her coffee cup. I don’t respond and look around the kitchen to see where Jess is. The house is an older home, not shabby or run down, but poorly maintained, not like Daris’ home in the Valley.
Hardwood floors run throughout, echoing the rustic character of the exterior. The living room is a gathering space, the centrepiece being a crackling fireplace framed by a stone and wood mantel. The kitchen is a farmhouse-style design with wooden cabinetry, an apron-front sink, and a spacious center island. Large windows offer panoramic views of the scenic landscape, flooding the space with natural light. It’s a great home, but I suspect they don’t spend a lot of time here.
It’s surrounded by lush greenery, just like back home. There are towering evergreen trees that encompass the sprawling landscape. The home has rustic elegance with its weathered wood siding and a welcoming front porch, which is adorned with a couple of rocking chairs and a porch swing, where you can unwind. The hanging flower baskets are empty, which tells me they don’t have someone like Debbie taking care of this place.
“Good morning. Where is Jess? You said she was here.” I ask, raising the vanilla latte that Daris made for me. Oh, thank God, it still tastes like heaven. I have noticed the changes in myself, like my amplified hearing, which honestly is more of an annoyance than a gift. Daris says I’ll adjust, and I hope it’s sooner than later because if I have to hear Eva breathe much longer…I may take that ability away from her. I glare at her across the kitchen. Get a grip, Pres. She needs to breathe.
My emotions are also giving me whiplash. They’re not mere feelings; they are roaring waves crashing against the fragile walls of my consciousness, leaving me gasping for stability. It’s as if I’m caught in a relentless emotional riptide, pulled in one direction and then violently yanked in another, leaving my inner self battered and disoriented.
At one moment, the calm Presly is there and the next, remnants of the control I once knew. But even this semblance of peace is tenuous, a fragile thread that threatens to unravel at the slightest tug. Then, there is the other side, the side that shrouds my thoughts in darkness and malice. A personality I scarcely recognize peers out from the shadows, a reflection of the turmoil within. This persona is not the embodiment of evil; it’s the desire to know who I am and where I came from.
It’s undeniable, an unsettling truth, that it’s easier to succumb to the allure of the dark side that my mother warned me about. Its power beckons like a siren’s call, promising release from the burden of restraint. The surge of intensity and raw, unfiltered anger feels like a drug coursing through my veins. To embrace this darkness would be to abandon the restraints that my mother placed on me and unleash the torrent that has been building within.
Yet, deep within the chaos, I recognize that both sides of this emotional duality are integral parts of me. I find myself grappling with the choice – to navigate the tension between the calm and the chaos and to find equilibrium in the light and dark that defines my essence now.
The other big change is an ache in my throat and a definite new type of hunger. I didn’t tell Daris because I figured I could just let it pass. I don’t feel like I’m going to rip anyone’s throat out or anything.
“She’s out in the yard. I think she’s afraid to see you.” She smiles weakly. I just nod, taking another drink of my latte.
Daris has been on his phone all morning trying to track down any info on Lucas, but I already know where he is: back home, my home. Not only does it make the most sense, but I can feel it, sense it like there’s no question.
I stand, taking my latte with me, and head to the backyard to find Jess. The sun feels warm against my skin, but the air is crisp, fall is well upon us, and the cold of winter is just around the corner. I love autumn; it is my favourite time of year. I have lost track of time, but I don’t think Halloween has passed. Winter, on the other hand, is my least favourite. I don’t enjoy the cold, the winter driving, or the mess when the snow begins to melt. I mean, watching the snowfall is magical. When snow blankets a town, is beautiful but inevitably turns into a sloshy grey mess.
A snapping branch catches my attention, and my head swivels toward the sound. Jess stands there, her arms wrapped around her body. Her breath is visible in the cold air. I’m in panties and one of Daris’ shirts that comes mid-thigh, and I realize I’m not cold at all. I suck in air and exhale it, curious to see if my air makes the same puff around me. It does slightly, but nothing as intense as hers. Her eyes are trained on me, watching me carefully as I take a few steps toward her. I stop when I see her visibly tense.
“Jess, I’m not going to hurt you. If I’m going to hurt anyone, I guess it will be Ian.” My eyes slide to her neck, where there is a visible bite mark.
“He had to feed. It’s not his fault. I… I let him.” She looks at the ground, her cheeks flushing.
“Why would you do that, Jess? Do you want to fuck him?” I’m taken off guard by my question. Where the hell did that come from?
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” I say quickly.
“He needed to be here for you in case you woke up, so we asked him not to leave and feed on us instead.” She’s pulling at the cuffs of her sweater, not meeting my eyes.
“We?” I ask, anger creeping up my spine. The thought of him feeding on Eva doesn’t sit well with me. My stomach turns at the memory of his mouth on her. Why the hell does that bother me so much? It must be that it’s Eva being fed on because I don’t react similarly to Jess. I have a connection with Eva I can’t deny, and I have from the moment I saw her. She’s my family… my only family as far as I’m concerned.
“Why are you here, Jess?”
“Because you’re my friend, Presly. Witch, dark witch, vampire… whatever. You’re my fucking friend, and I care about you!” She snaps, clenching her fists. I narrow my eyes at her, skeptical of her intentions.
“Presly, I know I fucked up, but you have to know how much you mean to me! I’m here… in a house with vampires!” Her eyes are pleading, swimming in tears. This reaction normally would melt any walls, but now… not so much. Yeah, I feel bad for her, I guess, and maybe I do believe her intentions, but I know I may never trust her again.
“Well, I don’t plan on staying here, you can go back to your life, and if you care so much about me, you will take care of Sara the way I would.” I turn back to the house, but I stop suddenly, the pain in my throat ripping through my entire body, and my teeth extend painfully. Oh no. No. No. I scream for Daris so loud my ears ring, and I double over, I know what’s coming. I turn, my eyes locked on Jess. I can see the blood in her veins pumping to the beat of her heart, and I can smell the coppery tang in the air. No, no, no.
At that moment, a cascade of emotions courses through me, electrifying every fibre of my being as I collide with Jess, taking her to the ground. The atmosphere hums with otherworldly energy, the air itself charged with a potent mixture of anticipation, desire, and primal hunger, unlike any human cravings.
As my lips part and my teeth find purchase on the delicate expanse of Jess’ throat, a rush of sensations floods my mind. The world around me seems to blur, the edges of reality softening as if ceding to the extraordinary experience. The thud of our bodies against the ground reverberates through my senses, merging with the sound of her pounding heart and the echoing whispers of my dark witch.
The first touch of her skin against my lips was an electrifying jolt, a mingling of warmth and coolness that sent shivers down my spine. I can feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath me now, the rhythm of her life pulsating against me. I’ve never felt more alive.
