Unleashed, p.30
UNLEASHED., page 30
His eyes travel down my body, taking me in. He gives me an approving smile, his tongue rolling across his bottom lip.
“You look amazing, Little One. We expected to see you in black, not this.” He runs the backs of his fingers down the red silk dress.
“Thanks, I thought red was more fitting of the horns.” I give a sarcastic smirk.
“We’ve missed you,” he whispers, leaning into me. Our eyes lock onto one another. “Yes, I’m sure you have. Now let me go so I can do what I came here for.”
“And what’s that?”
“Lucas.”
He nods his head slowly as he lowers his cheek next to mine breathing me in. “Fuck, Presly, you smell… mouthwatering.”
“Ian,” I warn. His free hand grips my hip, digging his fingers into me. A moan creeps up my throat, and I do my best to stifle it.
“You can’t take Lucas and his goons alone, Little One.” He slides his hand under the slit of my dress so he’s gripping my ass. Fuck, what is he doing? Daris will kill him… us. “We’re a team, Presly. You…” He kisses my neck. “Me.” another kiss.
“Daris.” I finish his sentence, and it comes out breathy. Fuck, he’s trying to turn me on. “Yes, and Daris.”
“Ian, stop. Daris will—”
“Daris sent me to find you.” He bites down on my neck, causing me to cry out. “Ian,” I struggle, but he’s not letting me go.
“I need you, Presly. I need to touch you, to taste you.”
“Daris won’t—”
“Shhh, Little One. Daris knows what’s going to happen, Presly. You know I wouldn’t do this if he didn’t.”
“Do what?” As I strain to break free once more, a sudden surge of desire courses through me, electrifying every nerve. But before I can protest, his lips seize mine in a fiery embrace, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within me. His kiss is a genuine declaration, a cascade of passion and longing. In this moment, I feel as though I’m his everything, his sole reason for existence. What is happening? I feel it all; we are connecting in an unsettling, intense way. I surrender to the intoxicating dance of our lips, my fingers weaving into the strands of his hair, pulling him closer. With each tender touch, he consumes me, leaving me breathless and wanting. We connect so differently than Daris and I. Ian and I are somehow different. My heart belongs to Daris.
“Ian, we can’t,” I whisper.
“He knows, Presly. If he had any issue with this, it wouldn’t be going down... but it has to be now Little One.” With determination etched in his eyes, he lifts my dress, hoisting me off the ground as I instinctively wrap my legs around his slender waist. We whirl around, and he settles me onto a nearby surface, be it a table or desk; my senses are overwhelmed, consumed by the intensity of his presence between my thighs.
“Wait. Why now?” I manage to gasp, but his mouth hungrily covers mine, drowning out any protest. My eyelids flutter closed as his fingers expertly find their mark, teasing my slick entrance. My legs betray me, spreading wider under his command.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmurs huskily, sending shivers down my spine. “Spread those legs like the obedient little slut we’ve moulded you into.” A moan escapes my lips at his words, my body responding to his touch with unbridled desire.
“Ian!” I cry out his name, a desperate plea mingled with uncertainty, my resolve wavering in the face of his relentless advances.
“He knows I’m about to wreck this cunt,” Ian asserts, his voice dripping with primal need. “Right now, this is my pussy.” With each word, he plunges another finger inside me, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and protest from my lips. “Fuck!” I squirm against his touch, but he only thrusts harder, claiming me as his own.
“I want you just as much as he does. I love you just as deeply, Presly,” he confesses, his voice laced with raw emotion. “You belong to him, but right now, you’re mine.”
He drops to his knees, his eyes finding mine. “Ian, we can’t. I can’t.” I search his eyes for a hint of wavering, a sign he has enough control to stop this, but all I see is desire. “You smell like the desperate whore you are.” His smile is wicked and full of sin. He presses his lips to my clit, keeping his eyes locked on mine. His tongue slowly circles my throbbing, swollen clit. My head falls back, and my eyes roll back as he flicks his tongue on my soaking wet slit.
“Look at me, Little One,” he growls, his gaze piercing through me as he devours me like I’m his most cherished delicacy. I meet his intense stare, his presence between my thighs igniting a primal desire within me. The sight of him, so commanding and dangerously alluring, sends shivers down my spine.
His hand glides over the hilt of the dagger. A rush of apprehension washes over me, my eyes widening in anticipation. Tension crackles in the air as his gaze locks onto mine, his intent clear. With a swift motion, the dagger is drawn from its sheath, his eyes never leaving mine.
“What did you do?” His voice cuts through the silence, his words laced with a potent mixture of curiosity and menace. I grit my teeth, refusing to divulge anything, my defiance evident in the glare I fix upon him.
“Presly, you’re acting recklessly. We can’t afford that right now,” he admonishes, rising to his full height between my trembling legs, the blade glinting ominously in his grasp. “Too many eyes on you. Too many threats looming. Now, I’ll ask one last time.”
“What did you do?” His proximity is suffocating, his breath hot against my skin as he leans in closer, his eyes boring into mine with unwavering intensity. I struggle against his grip, but his strength overwhelms me, a sinister smirk playing upon his lips.
Before I can protest further, I feel something pressing against me, sending a jolt of fear coursing through my veins. My heart pounds erratically as I realize it’s not his cock, but the handle of the dagger. Panic grips me as I try to retreat, but his hold tightens, silencing my cries with a cruel twist of pleasure and pain.
“Ian,” I plead, my voice a desperate whisper, but he only pushes harder, driving the handle deeper into me. The sensation is overwhelming, a cocktail of agony and ecstasy that leaves me gasping for air.
“I told you, I was only going to ask once more,” he murmurs against my lips, his tone dripping with a sadistic edge. With agonizing slowness, he withdraws the dagger, only to thrust it back into me, each movement sending waves of torment and pleasure crashing over me.
“Please, Ian,” I beg, my voice trembling with fear and arousal, my world spinning out of control in the grip of his dominance. He chuckles as he pumps the handle of the dagger in and out of me, the room filling with the sounds of my soaking wet pussy around the dagger. My body stiffens, and I feel the orgasm building. This is so fucked up.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over the weapon that could end us all. Cover it with that sweet pussy.” His tone is so mocking that it pisses me off. I level him with a look, and he laughs. “Oh, the Little Nightmare doesn’t want to defile the family heirloom, the weapon of mass destruction. Come on, baby, come for me like the good girl you are.” I can’t stop the orgasm from erupting; it comes in waves wracking my body. I can hear his sadistic laugh as I slowly come down.
“Good little slut, but I’m not finished.”
“Ian, please. I can’t…” I pant. I’m too worried about what Daris will do.
“Too late, baby,” he purrs with a dangerous edge, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “I’ve already claimed this pussy as mine right now.” His words send a shiver down my spine as I feel the weight of his dominance pressing down on me.
He maneuvers me effortlessly until I’m lying flat on my back, my body exposed and vulnerable beneath him. With a commanding grip, he spreads my legs wider, asserting his control over every inch of me. I can feel the tension in the air thickening as he slowly withdraws the dagger from within me, his movements deliberate and calculated.
As the blade emerges, glistening with my arousal, he pauses, his gaze locking with mine. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he breathes, his words sending a jolt of desire coursing through me. I watch in fascination as he runs his tongue along the length of the handle, tasting me with a hunger that should repulse me yet only serves to fuel the fire burning between us.
Despite the gravity of the situation, I can’t help but be captivated by him. His tux strains against his muscular frame. He exudes power and danger. The fabric stretches over his chest, accentuating every contour, while the sleeves cling tightly to his bulging biceps.
“Spread your pussy for me, Presly. I want to see you pull that pretty pink cunt wide open for my cock.” He pulls my hands down to my pussy. I pause, searching his eyes, questioning what he wants.
“Spread yourself, Presly, like a desperate whore. Do it. Now.” Obediently, I comply, feeling a surge of shame wash over me. He positions himself between my legs, his presence oppressive. I shut my eyes tightly, anticipating his scrutiny. A sharp slap against my thigh shatters the silence, and I let out a cry of pain.
“Look at me. Watch as I examine this pussy, Presly. You’re no mere woman; you’re a Queen deserving of adoration.” I gaze down at him, and a shiver runs down my spine as he leers at my exposed, open pussy. He shrugs out of his jacket and begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt, removing his tie. He’s bare-chested now, and Christ he’s a work of art. Hard muscular perfection. I can’t help but follow the deep V down to the waist of his pants. His touch is invasive as he explores me.
“So innocent, so naïve, yet soaked in sin.” With deliberate intent, he plunges two fingers inside me, never breaking our gaze. I arch my back, craving more of his cruel affection. His thumb dances over my swollen clit, a master of manipulation, as I writhe under his sinister ministrations.
“That’s it. Enjoy everything I give you. Everything I’ve wanted to give since the moment I saw you. You will always be ours, Presly, but tonight, right now, you’re only mine. I want to fucking break you. I want to destroy this cunt for anyone else. I want you to remember how it felt to have me inside you, and you will because I’m not going to be gentle.” He slides another finger in, stretching me, and another.
“Owww,” I whimper, and his eyes dance with delight at my pain. “Take it like a good girl. Show me you can take it. Spread your cunt further, baby.” My brows pull together as I search his face for any sign of softening to me, but all I see is menace.
“It’s… it’s too much,” I try to squirm away. But he just grips my thigh harder, holding me in place. “It’s nothing yet, baby. Fuck, I wish I could have had you in the cellar. I would fuck you with every toy in that room. I would make you beg and plead for me to stop violating all your holes. But I wouldn’t have. Maybe Daris will still allow me to play after tonight. I don’t need to fuck you, but goddamn, I want to torture you.” He pumps his hand harder into me. “Ian! Please, I can’t!” I beg, trying to fight his grip.
“Oh, baby. Have you never fucked a man’s hand? I will work it in, baby. Just open up for me like the whore we turned you into.” I’m sobbing and writhing on the table as he pumps four of his fingers into me, stretching me to the point of pain.
“Shhh, baby girl. You’re doing so well,” he praises, and I feel his knuckles push into me. I scream again, knowing it’s pointless. “Look, baby. Look at your cunt so full.” My head is back, and he reaches up and grips my hair, pulling my head up and forcing me to look down at my pussy. His hand is buried in me; only his thumb and part of his palm are visible. My cheeks are soaked with tears.
“Don’t cry, baby. Look at you. Fucking perfection. Tight little cunt swallowing my hand like a dirty fucking whore. My dirty whore.” He growls as he pumps in and out a few more times. Just as I feel I’m going to pass out, he pulls his hand out of me. My body sags on the table. I try to pull my thighs together, but he slaps me once more.
“Keep them open for me, baby.” I open them back up as wide as I can. He chuckles and then slaps my pussy.
“Ian!”
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Soon, you will be sobbing it.” He pulls me to my feet, and my legs almost give out. He spins me around and bends me over the table.
“Spread your juicy ass for me, baby.” His hand lands on my ass cheek, and the sting radiates through my entire body. I cry out, tears soaking the table under my face. I reach around and spread my ass for him. His hand caresses where he just hit me.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my ass. His hands spread my ass further. His breath is on the opening of my ass, and then he slams his tongue into me.
“Fuck Ian.” I whimper. And push back into his tongue, “Oh god. Oh my fuck,” I whimper as I melt into him. “Good little whore,” he says before fucking my ass with his tongue.
“Such a fucking slut, Presly. You like being treated like a whore don’t you?” He stands leaning over my body, his lips at my ear,
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes,” I sob. He pulls me up by my hair and sinks his teeth into my neck again. I cry out as I push my ass into him.
“Greedy,” he whispers. “Get on the table and spread your cunt again.” I do as Im told, sitting on the edge of the table and pulling my pussy open. He slowly unzips his pants, and his rock-hard cock springs out. Fuck. He grips the base, and his hand doesn’t wrap all the way around. Fuck, he’s thick. I remember taking it in my mouth, but god, I don’t remember it being so thick.
He runs the tip up and down my opening, spreading my juices. He pushes just the tip into me, grabs my wrist, and rests my arms on his shoulders. I cling to him. His eyes study mine, then move to my lips and my cheeks. He’s scanning my face as if trying to memorize it. I watch his mouth as he glides his tongue across his full lips.
“Look at me.” His tone is soft now. I meet his eyes, and he slowly slides into me, holding my stare. My eyes unfocus and grow heavy with desire. He feels so good. His thick cock pushes into me, fitting his thick shaft deep inside me.
“I love you, Presly.” I open my eyes fully, focusing on his as he pumps his hard cock into me with long, slow strokes.
“Tell me you love me, Presly. I need to hear it once before…” He stops. I search his face for the meaning behind the words.
“Please,” he begs as his pace picks up.
“I love you, Ian… but—” his mouth crashes over mine before I can finish. He kisses me as if Im the last woman he’ll ever kiss, as if Im his lifeline.
“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good. I could live in this pussy, Little One. So wet. So tight. I love you, Little One. I love you so goddamn much.” I grip onto him and pull him into me, deepening our kiss. Enjoying the feel of his hard cock buried deep inside me. My release is building once again. I tense in his arms, clenching around his cock.
“That’s it, baby girl, come all over your cock. Come for me and me alone. Right now, you’re mine, and I’m yours.” He cups my face in his hands, pressing his forehead to mine. Our eyes lock on each other as we come together. Our orgasms fill me with waves of pleasure, rocking me to my core. He kisses me gently before releasing my face.
He pulls out, and our come is dripping out of me, pooling on the tabletop. I look around for something to clean myself up, but he grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“I stay inside of you the rest of the night, Little Nightmare. I want my come dripping down your leg the moment I know Ill never be inside you like that again.” He yanks me to my feet, and I crash into his chest. He holds me so tight I think he might break me. I meet his eyes and see a hint of sadness in his.
“What does that mean?” I search his face. His expression hardens, giving me nothing. He leans down, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is soft and sweet. He kisses me deeply, hands sliding up to cup my face. My arms wrap around him, enjoying every part of him that is touching me right now. He presses his lips to my forehead and whispers against my skin.
“Oh, how I wish I found you first.” I don’t understand what’s happening between us, but I feel it’s pivotal, and tears fill my eyes. One tear falls down my cheek, and he brushes it away with his thumb.
“Ian. You deserve so much more than…”
“I know, Little One. No tears.” I don’t even know why I’m crying.
“Seriously though, I need to clean up.” His hand grips my throat, cutting off any chance of me speaking.
“Youll fucking leave it. I want me dripping out of you all night.” He growls. I glare, and he squeezes tighter. I grab his arm, trying to pull free.
“Do-you-understand?” He says, slowly pressing his forehead to mine and squeezing harder. I nod the best I can.
“That’s my good girl. Now let’s go join the party.” He slides his hand into mine and pulls me into the hall. I try to fix my dress and mask as I stumble down the hallway toward the music.
“I’m a mess, Ian. My hair, my makeup.” I try to pull my hand, but he just yanks me along.
A door to our right opens just as we are almost past, and a woman’s voice calls out.
“Ian!”
Chapter 35
Daris
An’s eyes landed on Eva almost immediately when she entered the room, a smirk playing at the corner of my lips as I observed her subtle flinch under his gaze. It was only a matter of moments before she succumbed to his silent interrogation, divulging Presly’s whereabouts with a defeated sigh. Yet, despite her compliance on one matter, she remained silent regarding the events that transpired in Presly’s absence. However, the scent of sex lingered around Eva, a telltale sign of recent indulgence. I could practically taste the satisfaction in the air, knowing full well that it was the handiwork of my Sweet Nightmare. But amidst the scent of Eva’s recent orgasm, I couldn’t afford to be distracted.
My grip on control tightened as I watched her, a mixture of disdain and possessiveness swirling within me. Presly is mine, body and soul. I will not tolerate anyone else laying claim to her again. I expected her to be more sexual after the change, but I wasn’t prepared for how fucking needy and weak she would be. I don’t blame her for being a walking nerve-ending; it’s out of her control. She was but a pawn in this game, a victim of circumstance. Nonetheless, she would need to learn self-control, rein in her desires, and submit wholly to my will. For tonight marks the end of anyone else touching what rightfully belongs to me. Tonight, I will ensure that no one ever dares lay a hand on her again. But my girl will need to learn because that pussy is mine, and no one will be fucking it after tonight. She might kill me where I stand, but it’s a chance I am willing to take. I am not giving her a choice in what she is going to do. I will force her hand. She can hate me. I don’t give a fuck.
