Chapter 9

Hunger pulsesthrough me as I glance down at Lux, vulnerable, fear flickering in those wide, moss-green eyes. Tears spill down her cheeks, but they don't move me. They don't affect me at all. I'm past the point of walking away now. Miles past.

She's awoken something inside me that had been lying dormant since the moment I set eyes on her. A raw, primitive need to own this girl. To touch and claim every square inch of her body.

To claim her fucking soul.

Kneeling on the bed, I bend toward her, like a leaf seeking the sunlight, but she scrambles away from me. I catch her by the ankle and drag her back, chuckling at her failed attempt to escape me. Then I cover her with my body, so she can't get away again.

"When I first saw you on that beach." I bury my nose in her hair, and inhale deeply. "I considered fucking you right then and there. Just pushing you right onto the rock, and fucking you in front of everyone."

My cock swells at the memory. "The only thing stopping me was your friend. Had she not been there, I don't know if I could have stopped myself."

Her throat moves as she swallows, but she doesn't say anything.

"And every second since that moment, I've imagined all the different ways I could devour you." I pull back a little and brush a finger down her damp cheek. She flinches. "Maybe you'll cure me of this darkness that eats away at me."

"I'm not a fucking exorcist," she hisses. "I can't cure evil."

"We'll see about that, Little Rabbit." Taking he by the waist, I flip her onto her stomach. Then I pull her hips up, so her ass is in the air. Once she's positioned exactly the way I want her, I reach over and pick up the leather belt I'd grabbed off my chair a few minutes ago, feeling the weight of it on my hand.

My gaze drifts down to her pedal-pink cunt, which is on full display now, and my cock jumps. I touch the globe of her ass, smoothing my hand over her flawless skin.

"Do you know why I chose you, Lux? At the Preference Ceremony?"

Her cheek is pressed against the mattress, and her eyelids flutter before she says, "No."

I brush the leather belt over her ass, slapping gently. She doesn't move. Doesn't react. "It's because I saw that spark of defiance in your eyes," I say. "And I wanted to break it."

That's only half-true. There's another reason, a larger reason, but it's a secret I'll take to my grave, if I can. Only the guys know. And once this is all over, hopefully she won't ever be the wiser.

She whimpers, and I bend down, pressing my lips to her plump ass cheek. "Now, your ass is mine." I lift up, and snap the belt. "And I do whatever the fuck I want with what's mine."

"W-what do you mean?" The question is muffled, because her face is buried in the comforter.

I don't answer her. Instead, I bring the leather belt down on her ass with a hard whack. She yelps, not expecting it, and she lunges forward, trying to escape me.

"Ah," I chide, pulling her back. "We're not done."

I need control over every last part of her; her love, her fear, her pleasure, her pain. My cock pulses again when her eyes squeeze shut, her muscles tightening as she braces for the next blow. I bring it down again on her ass, and she lurches forward again, crying out. Tears stream down her face, and she squeezes her eyes shut again, enduring my punishment.

"One more," I say, bringing the belt down again in one last, vicious blow. A loud crack reverberates through the room, and Lux screams, her hands fisting the comforter. But she stays in position, and I'm pleased with her strength.

Tossing the belt aside, I brush my fingers over her flushed skin. Two long, angry marks crisscross her ass, and I know I'm a sick fuck, but seeing them calms me, and gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. She's wearing my mark.

Flipping her back over, I position myself in the cradle of her thighs, immediately sliding my cock into her warm, waiting cunt. I can't wait another second to be inside her.

"Fuck," I hiss as I push in, her channel clenching tightly around my shaft. "You're so damn perfect."

She whimpers, and I know I'm too big for her. But she'll accommodate me. She always does. She stretches, and molds, and conforms to me. I give, and she accepts. That's how this shit works.

Dipping my head, I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down hard before moving up, and biting the shit out of her breast, and throat. I'm not lying when I say I want to devour her. I can't get enough of this girl.

When I lift my head to look down at her, her head is tilted back, mouth open, and if I didn't know better, I'd say the pain gives her pleasure. The look on her face just does it for me, and I fucking break.

A sort of insanity comes over me, and I drive into her so deep, so hard, she screams out, half pleasure, half pain. But I don't ease up. I can't. I'm completely lost inside her, and I drive into her as deep as I possibly can.

But something has shifted inside her, too. Gone is the fear in her eyes, and in its place is something else. Something hungry and curious.

My hands grip her ass, holding her up, squeezing the raw, bruised, pillowy flesh as I pound into her like I've lost my fucking mind. Maybe I have. She moans loudly, and my cock hardens even more as I drive into her with such force, her large tits bounce, her beaded nipples brushing against my bare chest.

And then she sinks her teeth into me, latching onto my shoulder. The pain is immediate, and I grab her by the jaw, pulling her mouth off me. "Goddamn. You're fucking feral," I hiss.

Her eyes close briefly as her blunt fingernails dig into my shoulder, and I'm absolutely sure she's broken the skin. That pain feeds something inside me.

An ugly, violent need claws at me from the inside, and I shift my hand to the back of her neck, and pull her throat forward, so I can latch onto it. I bite hard, relishing her little whimper of pain. The metallic taste of blood—her blood—coats my tongue, and I'm driven to new heights of pleasure.

"Oh, my God," she pants, like she's trying to catch her breath, but can't. "I'm going to…"

Her words die off as I lengthen my strokes, pulling out, almost entirely, before plunging back into her tight, greedy cunt.

"That's it. Come for me, Lux. Come with me inside you."

She moans, and her brows pinch together, her entire body contracting, and then…release. The second she lets go, her head tilts back against the mattress, and her cunt squeezes me, strangling my cock until I'm on the very brink.

I wrench myself away from her, fisting my cock, my hot cum hitting the pillow. As I empty myself, her legs fall apart, and she rolls over.

Fuck, I was so damn close to coming inside her. It took every ounce of my control to pull out of her body.

This never happens. I've never been so lost inside a girl that I've forgotten a condom. Never. And now it's happened with Lux twice.

I nearly lost control, again, and that freaks me the fuck out.

This girl is messing with my head.

I'm consumed by her.

And as much as I need to own her, if I'm not careful, it won't be long before she ends up owning me.