32. Alec

32

ALEC

My eyes flew open.

I wasn’t in the right place. Instead of being sprawled out on my chaise, I was in a small room.

What is happening?

My body was chained down to a table in one of my torture rooms. I blinked as my vision cleared and looked to the side.

Nora was sitting in my desk chair. She had a journal and pen in her hands, but otherwise, she was completely naked.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

She raised a brow but didn’t look up at me. “Good, you’re awake. How did you sleep?”

“What?”

I’d never felt this confused in my entire life. One minute I was chaining her down on an altar at the cathedral and the next…

Was Nora the monster?

The thought hadn’t dawned on me until now. But the fact was I couldn’t remember anything after a certain point. How had we gotten here? What happened after I blacked out ?

How was she out of the chains?

Fuck.

“I need you to describe your dreams to me,” she said. “In full detail.”

“Unchain me. Now,” I snarled.

“No,” she said.

“If this is revenge for me chaining you up…”

“It’s not.” She looked up at me finally. “I quite enjoyed you chaining me down in a church. But, I’m studying you. I’ve been studying you. Something is happening here that you do not understand and I am trying to help. Now, tell me about your dreams.”

“Not unless you unchain me,” I said.

She gave me a ruthless smile. “I will leave you down here to rot. Not many people know about this place, do they? I found bones in some of the other rooms. Your specimen in another.”

My heart leapt to my throat.

“I released him, by the way,” she said. “How many monsters have you killed?”

“Nora, you did not release my specimen.”

“I did,” she said. “Because he wasn’t a specimen. He was another being that is capable of good and bad, just like you. And just like me.”

“I swear to the gods,” I seethed.

“There are no gods down here, Alec. And if they were, you would be at the bottom of their list of concerns. Answer the question.”

I gritted my teeth together and laid my head back, staring up at the ceiling. “ Which question, belladonna?”

“How does your head feel?”

I frowned. “It feels fine.”

“Good. How did you sleep?”

“ Fine ,” I answered.

“Any dreams?”

Images of her body taking mine floated through my mind. I closed my eyes for a moment, savouring them. My cock started to harden.

“Yes,” I said. “Of me fucking you.”

“Describe how you fucked me.”

The corner of my mouth tugged into a smirk. “These are invasive questions, Dr. Woulfe.”

“In detail, Briar.”

The damn grip this woman had on me. Despite the fact that I never caved to anyone, I gave into her. I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining everything from the dream. The flashes of touching her, devouring her, tasting her blood on my lips. “I was… I wasn’t me. I was a monster with vines. And I wrapped them around your body and fucked your cunt with two while you were chained to the altar. You came on my tongue and then on my cock. I made you cry.”

“Did my tears turn you on?”

My cock throbbed hard now. I looked down my naked body to where it stood, the veins bulging. “Clearly.”

“Do you find yourself superficially charming and intelligent?”

What was she doing? Her questions sounded so cold. I’d never seen this part of her in full, and it aroused me as much as the thought of making her cry did.

I was in her world right now. She would do with me as she wished. I resented being controlled, but I wanted to know how far she would go.

“I’m intelligent. I can charm whomever I please, but I don’t choose to often.”

“Do you have delusions or find yourself behaving irrationally?”

“No,” I said. “I’m never irrational.”

I looked over at her as she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Drugging me and dragging me out into the woods wasn’t irrational? Drugging me again and chaining me to a church altar was just another Monday night for you?”

“Neither of those things were irrational, Nora. And you quite enjoyed yourself.”

“My enjoyment is irrelevant at the moment. Do you ever tell lies?”

“It was certainly relevant then.”

“Alec,” she growled. “ Do you ever tell lies ?”

“Yes.”

“Do you say things insincerely?”

“All the time. But not to you.”

“Why not?”

Why not? Because she was mine. And somehow, I’d become hers. I would kill anyone else but her. Torture her, yes. Make her beg? Yes. But I would never kill her.

To live without her now would be unbearable.

“Because I choose not to,” I finally answered.

“Are you lying now?”

I studied her, my cock still pulsing. My gaze slid appreciatively over her body to her pussy. She shifted in her chair and draped a leg over the arm, revealing it to me.

Fuck. “No,” I rasped. “I’m not lying.”

She slid a hand down and pushed two fingers inside herself. I groaned as I watched, yanking against the chains.

“Do you feel remorse or shame?” she asked.

“No,” I rasped. “Never.”

“Not even about killing your own mother?”

“What?” I asked. Everything shattered, my breaths quickening. Why would she ask me that? Why would she say such a thing? My vision dotted, my skin flushing. “Let me out, Nora. Unchain me.”

“No. Answer the question.”

“I didn’t kill her. A monster did.”

“Do you feel remorse or shame?”

“ Nora .”

“Do you feel remorse or shame?”

“No!” I shouted.

“And her death?”

“ Nora .” Saying her name was almost a beg.

She studied me and then pressed her lips together. “I suppose we’ll move on for now. Do you learn from failures?”

“I don’t fail,” I growled. “I never fail.”

“Then why don’t you have a poison yet? Your prized idealistic vision of something that can destroy all monsters. How long have you been working on it?”

“Those weren’t failures. And a long time.”

“In years,” she said. “Tell me how many years.”

I… I didn’t know. I tore my gaze from her, battling rage and confusion and this foggy feeling I couldn’t describe.

“Have you ever sabotaged yourself?”

“Why would I sabotage myself?”

“Alec,” she said calmly.

“No,” I whispered. But I wasn’t sure. Had I sabotaged myself before? I thought about the times recently that I thought I’d locked the greenhouse but I hadn’t.

“Are you certain?”

“No,” I said.

“Good. That’s progress, Alec.”

“Are you going to keep fucking yourself while you question me?”

“Yes. Why do you kill monsters?”

I glowered at her, but my cock still throbbed. “When you unchain me, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Good. I want you to. But we won’t be done for a while. Tell me about the night of the dinner party.” She held my gaze, and I noted the hints of anger there.

“What about it?”

“Where were you?”

“Not there,” I said. “I didn’t go. I don’t like socialising.”

“Is that because you feel the need to pretend when you are in a crowd?”

“Yes.” I thrust my hips up, trying to loosen the chains around my lower stomach, but it was no use.

“Describe the night of the party.”

“I wasn’t there,” I snarled.

“Was he ?”

My head snapped to the side and I stared at her. She slowly slid the journal and pen down and stood up, coming to the edge of the table. Her nipples were hard, her dark hair unravelled down her back. I noted a mark at the base of her neck I hadn’t noticed before. The longer I stared at it, the harder I became.

She ran her fingers over my lips, the taste of her cunt making me thirsty. I opened my mouth and sucked them, groaning.

I closed my eyes, imagining him as I sucked. The taste of her was all consuming.

“Was the monster there?” she whispered.

I bit down hard and she yelped, pulling her fingers free. I felt an echo of pain in my own fingers and frowned. But the blood that dripped from them and her glare made me smile.

“Maybe I am a monster,” I chuckled.

“You are,” she said.

I snorted, but she said it so seriously that my smile faded. I wasn’t a monster.

You are.

Nora used the edge of the table to climb up and straddled me, leaning over so that her breasts were right there. My mouth watered as she tempted me, just out of reach.

She ground her hips, her cunt soaking me. Blood streaked my cock as she moved, desperation spreading through me.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

“You had notes about me in one of your journals,” she whispered. “About people who have died over the years. Student names, faculty names. And then there was me. My height, my hair colour, my mannerisms. All before a page with a date that was for the night of the party. The thing is, I don’t remember that night. And neither do you, it seems. Care to explain why you have my fucking family tree in your journal? Or why you have a list of every person who has gone missing in the last twenty years?”

“Nora, if you don’t get on my cock right now, I’m going to kill myself.”

She laughed. “I’d drag your soul straight back from hell if you did.”

She reached back and grabbed hold of my cock, hovering over it. I groaned, desperate for her. I was so fucking desperate.

No one had ever made me feel this way.

She was ruining me.

“Nora,” I rasped.

“It’s too bad you can’t fuck me with your vines…”

You could if you let me in. She’s taunting us.

“Get out of my head,” I gasped.

She raised a brow at me, still teasing. “You could fuck my mouth and my cunt at the same time just like last night…”

Breed her.

She sank back on my cock, taking me fully. I let out a dark growl, straining against the chains. They rattled as she threw her head back, her hands planted against my chest. The blood from her fingers smeared over my skin. The blood from her cunt streaked my cock.

She was like a succubus, or an angel, or something completely otherworldly. I felt that sense of need and desperation take over, my hips thrusting to meet her bounces.

“Are you capable of love?” she asked.

“Nora,” I growled. “Stop asking questions.”

“Answer me or I stop.”

She was blackmailing me with my own cock.

“I don’t know,” I growled. “I don’t know if I am. I’ve never loved anyone before. Did you kill your family?”

“What?” she rasped, her eyes widening.

Strength rippled through my body and I finally felt one of the chains loosen. I yanked my wrist free of one and grabbed her throat, squeezing the sides.

“Answer me, belladonna,” I said. “Did you kill them? Is that what happened to the Woulfe family?”

She raked her fingers down my chest hard enough that blood swelled from fresh scratches. My grip loosened for just long enough that she pulled back, pulling my hand to her breast.

“Look at the bite mark he left the other day. A mated mark. Do you even know what that fucking means?”

I growled as my gaze slid down. I could see the fang marks.

It’s from us .

I squeezed her hard enough to make her cry out. Her voice echoed. She loved the pain, and that made me want to hurt her more.

“It means you claimed me,” she rasped. “And now our souls are bound for hell, Alec, you fucking monstrous bastard.”

Mine.

She rode me harder and faster until I groaned, my eyes almost rolling back as hot pleasure shot through me. The need to fill her cunt was all I could think about, my cock pulsing as she took me.

Nora gasped, her nails scratching me as she came, her cunt squeezing me. The sight of her coming sent me over the edge. I grunted as I shot my cum into her, filling her with everything. She breathed out slowly, finally looking down at me.

“You’ve lost your mind,” I whispered.

“Maybe,” she said. “All thanks to you.”

“Are you going to unchain me? Isn’t it a Tuesday?”

“Yes. We still have time to make it. I wanted to go to class full of your cum. And I wanted you to teach yours knowing that you might be able to do many things to me, but I will do them right back. And I will figure this all out.”

She slid off the table and then I stared in shock as she got dressed in my clothes. She pulled a key from her pocket and tossed it to me. I grabbed it with my free hand.

“If you ever rip up my clothing again, I will kill all of your plants.”

Then, she grabbed her journal and pen and left like nothing happened.