40. Millie

40

MILLIE

After Hayden celebrated killing his enemy, he ordered everyone out of the throne room. He and I are staring at each other, and the unknown is killing me. He's watching me like a deer in headlights, afraid I'll gallop away.

What happens now ?

At the end of the day, he's still forcefully taking me. But this time, I don't want him to let me go.

I pull on my lip with my teeth and walk toward him as he stands in silence. Blue eyes, dark hair, and facial hair around his jaw. He's always clean-shaven, and it's a new look for him. I like him in every single way. He's enchanting, and he doesn't even have to try.

"Is this the part where you redeem yourself? The part where if you set me free, and if I come back to you, then we were meant to be?"

"No." He rips off my dress. My body jolts from his needy aggression to get me naked. He throws it on the floor, leaving me vulnerable. He walks behind me, and I feel his icy breath on my shoulder. "This is the part where I remind you the way I like to fuck. This is the part where I remind you of the man you fell in love with. Because, no … I don't care about doing the noble, good guy thing. This is the part where you let me drown in you because the only time the darkness is away is when I'm inside you. This is the part where I remind you that this time , you're not going anywhere and that you're mine. You've always been mine since the night we met. The only way I can go on peacefully with my life sentence in this cruel world is knowing you're safe, and that's only with me . So accept it now because there are only so many games of chase I can do before I just chain you up to my bed." He growls into the shell of my ear, and I shudder. My nipples point and harden when he stands in front of me like a hungry, angry beast.

He gets down on his knees and smiles sinfully.

"Woof," he says as he smirks, and my lips tilt with a smile. His tongue dives into my wet slit, and he begins to suck, lick and bite.

Oh, God. I inhale sharply, and my eyes roll back from the dark desire.

"I have a kingdom to run, and I need my queen." He circles my clit faster and more brutally with that illegal tongue of his and breathes my scent in like I'm his only oxygen to survive.

"I love to lick this perfect, tight pussy." He stands before me and sits on the throne of vibrant crystals. He grabs my hair and pulls me closer. Still standing, he grabs my hand and kisses the engagement ring.

"Tell me you won't leave again." He bites the inside of my thighs, and I moan.

"I won't leave you again."

"Tell me that you're my queen." He bites me under my ribs. His fangs puncture me ruthlessly, and he sucks my blood out for a few seconds until it drips and spills over the sides of his mouth. I claw at his hair, begging for the real thing.

"I'm your queen," I breathe out. The overwhelming lust is too much. I need him, and I need his beautiful thick massive cock inside me now.

"It's not fucking good enough. All the trouble you've caused like a bad fucking girl." He grabs my hips and throws me over his lap. A high-pitched gasp escapes my lungs, and I squirm. He takes off my panties and rubs his palm over my ass. Then he raises his hand and smacks it hard. I can feel my skin ripple, and his hardened bulge pokes into my ribs like he's satisfied from watching it bounce.

"My little Bambi deserves a fucking spanking for thinking she could ever leave me. You know what happens when you try to play a game of cat and mouse with me." He slaps my ass again, and I yelp, but I take it. I rub my thighs together to stop the aching. He knows how to work my body every single time. He's more experienced and has hundreds of years under his belt. He knows all the right buttons to push and has me under his spell.

"You haven't been my good girl, and because of that, I'm going to punish you." he slaps my ass again and again. The sound of the spanking and my whimpers echo everywhere. Three of his fingers enter me, bringing me to the edge. He pumps them as he hums with dark satisfaction. He rails me with them deep and brutal as my clit throbs and nears an explosion. I'm dripping all over his hand as my orgasm builds. Fuck, how does he manage to get me to my end in just a few seconds? I'm about to come, and he knows it but doesn't let me cross the finish line. He stops rubbing my clit, and I cry out. My eyes widen, and I hiss at him, but I turn to face his signature sexy smirk.

"Let me come, please, Hayden!" I'm begging for it with no shame.

He thrusts his fingers faster, and I try to finish what he started. I need a release from my built-up orgasm that wants to wreck every single particle that makes me, me, but as soon as I try to touch my clit, he smacks my hand away.

"My baby girl wants to come, does she?"

I nod, biting my lip.

"Beg for it, baby. Beg me to let you come."

"Let me come, I'm begging you."

He removes his fingers from my pussy, picks me up so quickly, and makes me straddle him. I thrust my hips over his waist, so needy for him.

"Take off my belt." He demands, rough and sensual. We're making out, devouring each other like we can't get enough of one another.

I'm twitching with excitement. Fuck I love him. I fumble with the metal, take it off every loop, and throw it on the floor, panting and ready to beg for forgiveness from the devil in front of me, who smirks so beautifully because he knows he has me captured for eternity.

"You want me to let you come?" he asks as he grips my thighs and grasps tight.

I nod, breathless. "Yes."

"You want me to believe you when you say you'll never leave me?"

I nod again and kiss his lips. I push against his cold lips, needing him to feel how desperate I am to show me how feral he is for me. I want him to consume me like he always does, and he's holding back to make me suffer. I love it when he fucks brutally. I'm admitting it to him. Surrendering whatever I have left in my life to him.

"Yes, Hayden. I promise. Let me taste you. Let me suck on you this time. I want you to feel my devotion when your cock is inside my mouth."

I pull down his pants, and his cock springs free with glistening pre-cum. I put the head of his dick in my mouth and suck.

"Baby…" he throws his head back onto the throne, grabs a fistful of my hair, and closes his eyes as I bob up and down on his thick, veiny length. "Fuck…" he moans, and it's the sexiest ‘fuck' I've ever heard a man groan out sensually. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I don't quit. He tastes too good.

He pulls out of my swollen, throbbing lips after thrusting into my throat a couple more times. Saliva drips off my chin, and he hums, deeply aroused at the sight of my spit all over his cock.

"Prove it to me more . Prove it to me right here and right now and forever by taking all of me inside you." He lifts me until I feel the head of his massive thick cock at my entrance. I'm dripping all over him, and he slicks himself with my wetness. I sink onto him willingly, and I gasp at the fullness. I knew it was going to hurt, but my pussy welcomes him like always. I'm so full, his thickness stretching me as he yanks me further down. I scratch his abs, leaving trails of blood until I stop at his groin.

He roars with pleasure and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look him into those red eyes that are blazing with devotion. "You're going to prove it to me by sitting on my cock, riding me until you shatter with my name falling from those pretty little lips," he growls into the shell of my ear, with my blood dripping down the corner of his full lips. I don't let him finish. I begin to roll my hips, fast and hard, bouncing on him like he's my haven. I've missed him. I've missed him so much, and I hate myself for it. Despite the hatred, he makes me feel good, and all my doubts dwindle.

He takes my tits in his mouth, practically biting on my nipple, and I moan as I pull on his hair. Up and down my waist goes as I fuck the Depraved King on his throne.

"Fuck. Yes, baby girl. Prove it to me. Prove it, just like that. Jesus Christ, Millie. Just. Like. That!" He slaps my ass and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head to the side, and licks my neck. "Milk my cock with your tight pussy." He sinks his teeth into me, and the lust overflows, simmers into my veins, and poisons me.

"Use me, take me, fuck me," I whimper, which intensifies Hayden's hold. He sucks my blood faster and harder like I'm his favorite last meal. He snakes his hand into my waves of hair. His thick black ring with his family crest is at the base of my scalp as he tugs.

"You're going to let me fill you up with my cum, aren't you?" Hayden tells me; his deep voice vibrates against my sore throat, and my hot blood rains down my neck and onto my collarbones.

"Yes," I moan, and he sucks my blood out faster, greedy and impatiently.

"You're going to carry all of my babies?" he demands an answer, but I keep quiet. His dick is that good. It stuns my ability to speak; I'm too busy trying not to shatter all over his dick. I want to make this last a bit longer.

"Aren't you?!" He growls voraciously and starts to take over the pace, making me weak, and he begins to pound away brutal and carnal. Like he's trying to tattoo my pussy with his cock.

Oh. My. God.

"Yes! Give it to me. Give me all of you," I concede.

"Baby, you already have all of me," he exclaims softly and gently. "Look at you bouncing on my cock like the fucking liar that you are. You can't deny that you love me any longer. Look at your sweet tight cunt taking it all."

Hayden spills inside me with a growl, his teeth lodged into my flesh. I look up at the ceiling as he gets his fill, staring at the painted murals.

I don't know when it happened, but I'm dozing off while Hayden clutches me tight and takes us into his bedroom. He carries my drained body through the black halls. He closes the door, locks it, and the next thing I know, we're both naked in his bedsheets.

"You're going to die of heart failure when you turn twenty-three." His voice trembles as he rubs his hand over my naked back in soft circles. I can't move. I let the words of my future demise sink in, and I try to process the information.

"Have you given it more thought? Will you let me turn you?"

I suck in a breath, hoping it'll relieve the tension all over. And it does, but only for a split second, but everything feels heavy again.

"I don't know, Hayden. This life you guys live in is painful, brutal, and full of unpredictable horror. I wouldn't be tied to you forever but to all the downfalls of being a vampire. A war has started between you and Cole's family, and I think it's far from over. Or what if you make more enemies? What if they try and kill me? What if we have children and they try to take them? What if?—"

He puts his hand on my mouth, hushing me. His brows pinch together ruthlessly like he's in pain.

"I will always protect you. No would dare take you from me. And if they do, they'll wish they hadn't. Falling in love with you has made me see the world differently. This life, differently . Becoming a vampire was something I welcomed easily. I love life. I love waking up, knowing it'll never be my last. But now? I'm terrified." His voice is deep and full of stone. "I'm terrified of waking up and finding out your heart has stopped beating and your soul is no longer trapped inside me. My purpose is you . You are the reason why I want to continue to fall in love with life, but if you leave me for Death, pretty girl…" A black tear falls out of his eye as he tilts my chin up to meet his cold red eyes. He's surrendering himself to me, letting me see his dark soul behind the shield he hides behind. "I will fight any God who tries to stop me from entering those gates of Heaven where I know you'll be. And I will find a way to you, like I always did before and like I always pledge to do." His declaration sends me into a mess. I want to open my mouth, but if I do, I'll give in to him despite everything we've gone through.

"Spare me that misery and stay with me. Here. In this cruel world." He climbs on top of me, pushing my hair out of my face. He looks at my lips with divine admiration and crashes his lips against mine. He enters me, slow and careful.

"Stay with me forever. Tell me you'll see me next moon, please ."

"Hayden…" I close my eyes and feel them roll back from how magnetic and hypnotizing this man is. He thrusts in and out while he makes his promises. He kisses my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.

"You're perfect. God-like. You're an addiction I've tried to break, but you won't let me detox from your toxic possession. I will always see you next moon because fate is in your favor, and I no longer have any fight in me to pull away from you. I'm in love with you. I love you so much it scares me." I cup his face with my hands and kiss him hard. Fire burns through the both of us. We're two hurt souls coming together to make each other feel something good. It's more than euphoric. Our tethered connection is powerfully blinding. I break the kiss, and it kills me not to keep our lips an entangled mess. I love him with all the broken parts of me. He broke me, like he's been wanting to do, but not in the ways I thought he would. He broke my trauma and healed me in demented, everlasting ways.

"Don't ever leave me, Hayden. Promise me that I can trust you. Promise me you won't ever hurt me. Promise me that our love will last forever...and surpass your infinite lively sentence…just please don't abandon me. Don't leave me. Everyone in my life has left. Everyone in my life hurts me. But you haven't. Will it always stay like this?" I whisper, searching for his answer vigorously with watered eyes. He grins that billion-dollar one that always makes me turn into his prisoner willingly.

"Millie…" He smirks. "Until the moon and sun collide and the oceans dry. I will love you infinitely."

Hayden

She smiles after I made love to her for the third time tonight. We interlock our limbs, and I hold her naked, warm body close to mine. Her hand trails my upper back right behind my neck. It's the first and only tattoo I'll ever have.

"When did you get this? It's my handwriting…from my diary, isn't it?"

Millie

"I got it a few days after you left."

She kisses the tattoo and smiles against my tricep.

" Volo unum esse cum morte."

My eyes circle, and if my heart could sink, it would.

She's consenting .

She smiles harder and repeats the words.

" Volo unum esse cum morte."

I palm her mouth with my hand before she can finish.

"Don't," I order her, forcing her to stop. Her eyes widen with hurt. Her brown eyes flicker with sadness and confusion. But I just smile and slowly let my hand fall from her mouth. Instead, I kiss her hard. I swear I've never felt so fuckin happy to hear those words fall from her mouth.

"But I thought? Why not?"

I trail my vision to her eyes, her lips, her perfectly swollen breasts, and finally, her lower belly. I place my hand on it and kiss her lips again. I wanted to wait to tell her this, but there's no other perfect moment like this one.

"Because you will carry another heartbeat inside you, and the only way for that to happen is if you stay human. If I turn you, you won't be able to become a mother, and I know that's something you want to do in your human lifetime."

She nods as I palm her stomach.

"Yes. I do," she admits and holds my hand.

"Tell me…" I stand from the bed and grab her journal that I packed before we left her father's house. "Why did you write so much?" She grabs her journal from me and opens it. She flips through the pages and then closes it again.

"Because reading and writing saved my life. I haven't finished writing everything . There's more. There's more you don't know about." She sighs and places her diary on the nightstand. She crawls on my body and pulls the blankets over us.

There's more ?

"Who do I need to make scream and beg for their life? Whose car do I need to blow up next? Who do I need to torture?" I hiss.

"Hayden!" she scolds. "I'm not a victim. I refuse to be. I can handle my own battles." She giggles.

She knows I'll do it, and I always follow through with my threats. If anyone tries to hurt her, they'll be dead faster than they can blink. She stiffens and stops rubbing her hand over my chest.

"Wait, whose car did you blow up?!" She sits straight in the bed with pulled-in brows.

I smile mischievously. "Santiago's."