Chapter Eleven

ETIENNE HAD A HARD time holding his smile back . Spencer was still glaring at him as he raced up the stairs leading to his bedroom, and he knew she was only waiting until they were safely out of Anderson's earshot before she started chewing him off for his lack of discretion.

But since he was more in the mood for fucking than nagging...

Spencer irritably expelled her breath the moment they entered his room. "You—-" It was, however, the only word she was able to get out, with the billionaire having once again used his extaordinarily inhuman speed to get them from Point A to Point ZZ. The next thing she knew, she was already flat on her back on his gigantic bed, and she was staring up at his darkly handsome face.

"Do you truly prefer we talk," Etienne asked, "Or can we have sex first?"

Aaaargh. The S-word was enough to have Spencer forget everything as her entire body clenched with need. She tried her hardest to resist the luring heat of his large, powerful body, but it was impossible, and even as frustration had her squirming under him, she still heard herself choke out, "S-s-sex. "

She barely finished speaking when she heard him chuckle, and her face turned red. Jerk! She instinctively tried to push him off in a fit of pique, but just as her hands pressed against his chest, his beautiful, strong mouth had slammed down on her, and her fingers ended up helplessly clenching against his muscles.

Oh, sweet joy, he really was such an incredible kisser.

Her lips parted willingly under his the moment she felt the stroke of his tongue, and Spencer could only moan and move her hands up to clutch his shoulders as his tongue delved deeper inside her mouth.

His kiss was the most irresistible paradox, with the way it satisfied her need but at the same time made her crave for more. It drove her absolutely crazy, with the way the strokes of his tongue alternated between fast, hard thrusts and long, leisurely explorations of her mouth, and all she could do was dig her nails into the steely panes of his back and whimper his name out.

Etienne. Etienne. Etienne.

He had never cared about whether or not a woman called his name out while fucking. It had never been an ego thing for him the way it was with other men. But as it always seemed to turn out, it was different with the brat, and her every whimper of his name had his cock twitching until he was barely hanging on to his control.

Spencer gasped for breath when Etienne's mouth finally left hers, but she ended up gasping anew when she felt his lips trailing down until it was nuzzling the side of her neck. An idea made more tantalizing because it felt taboo and forbidden flirted with her mind, and before she knew it, the words were already spilling out. "Would you drink my blood?"

She felt him stiffen at her words, but the way his nostrils flared and lust blazed from his dark gaze emboldened her, and looking up at him, she whispered, "Please." And then she arched her neck in silent invitation—-

Aaaaaah!

Even though it was no longer her first time to have Etienne drink her blood, it still didn't fail to make her pulse leap and her heart race the moment she felt his fangs prick her flesh. And just like before, it was inexplicably sweet agony, and this time it was as if he was deliberately making her hear him slurp on her blood, and oh God, was it weird and bad that she found the sound explicitly erotic?

The taste of her blood was richer and flavorful than anything he tasted, and his hunger for her only grew with the way Spencer was arching against his body as if begging him to drink his fill. She was so damn irresistible, her hold on him so fucking powerful that in the end he had to force himself to seal her wound before he ended up drinking more than she could handle.

"No." She couldn't help mewling with protest when she felt him stop drinking her blood. "Please."

"Ssssh. Patience, my little bauble. " His fingers worked fast, and in a blink of an eye, both of them were naked, and Etienne could only suck his breath as he was once again gifted with the sight of her naked lovelines s.

"Magnific." It was, as always, the only word he could think of as he stared at her ivory curves and pink-tipped breasts. She was too damn magnificent, with every inch of her designed to beckon a man into losing his mind, and so it was also for him, with Etienne struggling to rein his strength in as he slowly reached for one plump globe of flesh.

He heard her shaky intake of breath the moment his fingers squeezed her breast, and he saw her hazel eyes widen when he tightened his hold. With his gaze still on her, he squeezed even harder, and Etienne was immediately rewarded with the way her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, mi vavli. "

A shudder rocked Spencer's body at having to answer such a question, but when the pressure of his fingers remained agonizingly still and steady, she couldn't help but give him what he wanted.

"Harder," she choked out.

And it was only then that his fingers squeezed her breast, so hard that it had her gasping at the way he seemed to have mastered the ability to blur the lines between pain and pleasure. Both of her breasts were in his hold now, and the way he was squeezing them with increasing pressure was slowly making her see stars. But just as she felt it was all too much, Etienne seemed to have sensed the same thing, his head already bending down to take a nipple inside of her mouth.

The first feel of his tongue circling the pouting bud had her body buckling and her lips parting to let out another uncontrollable moan. Her hands moved restlessly until they ended up gripping his head, and as he started to suck on each nipple, she found herself moving in unconscious response, her body curving up as if demanding that he take as much of her as he could.

It could've lasted anywhere between seconds and minutes; she had long lost her sense of time, and all she knew was that she wanted more, wanted it to never end because the pleasure his touch evoked was beyond even anything she had ever dreamed of.

By the time he lifted his head, her breasts were completely swollen, and the sheets under her body was drenched with the love juices of her pussy. She was aching and trembling all over, and she could barely breathe when she felt his hand slowly snaking down to pry her legs open so he could settle his big, hard body between them.

Etienne trained his gaze on her face as he slowly started sliding the head of his cock against her folds, and he was treated with the sight of her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted in an expression of acute desire.

And when he slowly started to thrust his cock into her cunt, her eyes flew open and collided his.

"Don't look away," he rasped. "I want you to watch me as I take you."

The all too male incisiveness in his command only fed her arousal, and she found herself actually yearning to do his bidding. Her gaze clung helplessly to his as she slowly felt him take her, his cock pushing past her folds to sink its length inside of her inch by inch by inch by inch—-

Oh God!

Was he just prolonging this to torment her or was it just longing that made her feel this was taking too long or maybe he really just that long—-

Oh God, I'm losing my mind!

She really, truly was, her thoughts reduced into a complete, incoherent mess, and yet...it...was...still...not...over!

It was just too much, and Spencer unconsciously raked his back with her nails just as she cried out, " Etienne, please —-"

And it was almost as if that was exactly what he had been waiting for, that moment when she was all but dying for him to hurt and pleasure her, because the next thing she knew, he had already plunged his full length inside of her, and her eyes had already rolled out as the walls of her cunt felt fit to burst at the sheer thickness of him.

Oh God.

But Etienne didn't even give her a second to process things. He was already thrusting hard, one hand gripping his bed's headboard while his other hand went under her body to squeeze her ass. He pounded into her again and again, so, so hard and deep that he had actually managed to find one last unshredded scrap of hymen to tear past—-

"Fuck." Etienne's voice was harsh. "You're bleeding again."

Something about his words nagged at her, but she just couldn't get her mind to work, with the way his cock was still thrusting forcefully inside of her. She was starting to see stars again, her breathing turning choppy and her heart racing so loud and fast she could barely hear her own gasps over it. And when her body started to tighten and shake with telltale signs, she could only lift her hips up to meet his thrust one last time—-

His gaze locked with hers.

" Together ."

And so it was, both of them cumming in unison, Etienne clasping her shuddering body to his as he unloaded his seed inside of her. She closed his eyes as she literally felt him filling her up, the thick, sticky texture of his cum mixing with her own juices, and as her eyes felt shut, she felt him withdraw from her—-

A gasp escaped her when she felt him moving down, and although she instinctively tried to close her legs, he was too strong for her, and soon, all she could do was moan and whimper as she felt him lapping her up to the very last drop.