14. Austin

Chapter fourteen

Austin

U rgh, that man, devil, or whatever the fuck he was, was driving me fucking insane.

He thought that being nice to me, giving me a place to stay, and taking me out of harm’s way would make up for the fact that he’d fucking killed me!

I was struggling to let that go, although I couldn’t deny the kiss we’d shared was amazing. My cock had been ready to burst from the loose underwear I wore.

I’d been losing myself to it until the realisation once again sank in that he’d killed me.

I’d done the only thing I could think of, and that was to headbutt him. Thankfully, I’d not been tall enough to catch his horns. That might have hurt me more than it would him, but the satisfying crack as his nose broke was a reward in itself.

I had no doubt I’d pay for what I’d done, but I didn’t care.

He could do his worst to me. He’d already stolen my life once.

I’d left the door to the bedroom open. I was eager for another confrontation and stood, my hands on my hips.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Fuck, he was hot with his black horns and glowing orange eyes, streaks of blood running down his face. Why I found that such a turn-on, I didn’t know. He took my breath away, but this time in a good way.

He closed his eyes and inhaled, his jaw clenched. He rolled his shoulders, but I stood my ground.

“I should kill you… again.” He opened his eyes. I’d never seen them so dark, almost red now.

I’d angered him to elicit a response, and by God, I’d got one.

“You will kneel before me.”

“Fuck off. I’ll do no such thing.”

“Why do you defy me? Remember how I killed Joel? One click of my fingers and you would know no more. Is that what you want?”

Why did I take such pleasure from aggravating him? He’d had his chance to put his money where his mouth was.

But I was still standing. If he had any intention or inclination to kill me again, he would have done it by now. Wouldn’t he?

Unless, of course, his pleasure was torture, and that excited me more than I cared to think about.

“Kneel. I won’t tell you again.”

Against my wishes, I found myself on my knees. I tried to stand, but my limbs refused to move.

“Is this what gets you off? Forcing people to do your will.” I gritted my teeth.

He laughed, startling me with its ferocity.

“You know nothing.” He spat the words, and despite the racing of my heart, I was so hard it was painful.

His nose had stopped bleeding, and if not for the blood on his face, you’d not know anything had happened.

Whereas anyone else would have bruised or have a swollen nose, he looked as perfect as he had before. Immortal beings healed quickly, it seemed.

He undid his belt and released the button of his trousers.

I licked my lips and smiled.

His hands faltered, but then he continued to remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, defined abs, and deep chiselled V-lines. His arms were thick, his hands huge.

A trail of hair led from his belly button and into the front of his trousers.

He was the perfect specimen.

He toed off his shoes and slipped his cargo trousers off with ease, leaving him standing in just his briefs.

If anyone had told me I’d be kneeling before the devil and that he wore black briefs, I’d have laughed in their face.

But right here and now, I wasn’t laughing.

I was salivating, my fingers tingling with the need to touch him.

I parted my legs and sat back on my heels, showing him without words what his exhibition was doing to me.

I stroked the insides of my thighs, letting my hands linger at my groin. I burnt with desire for him, shocked by the ferocity of my feelings.

I craved his touch, even though I knew it wouldn’t be gentle.

He growled and moved closer to me, the tip of his cock peeking above the waistband of his briefs.

I reached for them, desperate to release him and set my gaze on what no doubt would be a perfect dick, but he batted my hand away.

He stood before me, so close his smell tickled my nostrils.

Dante gripped the back of my head, pulled on my curls, and forced my head into the heat of his groin. I inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of sweat, washing powder, and muskiness.

I was drunk on the essence, and if it wasn’t for Dante holding me upright and steady, I’d have fallen to the floor, intoxicated.

He tugged on my hair and tilted my head back. His eyes bore into mine, and I was powerless to look away. With one hand, he lowered the waistband of his briefs, freeing his cock.

I hadn’t expected it to be small, but this exceeded my expectations.

“I’m going to make you choke on it. Shove it so far down your throat you won’t be able to breathe.”

“Yes.” I panted. “I want that.”

I didn’t just want it. I ached for it and shivered with anticipation.

Droplets of precum leaked from the tip, and I held out my tongue, gathering them as they fell. I’d never seen so much. I lapped at the head, not wanting to waste a drop.

His eyes never left mine, and he bit down on his lip, his cheeks flushed, and still he held on to my hair.

Taking the initiative, I slipped the briefs down his thighs, finally able to take in the beauty before me. His balls, darker than the surrounding skin, hung low. I caressed each one in turn, and they tightened at my touch.

“Open,” he commanded. I didn’t hesitate and opened wide, ready to take him.

Inch by inch, he slid his thick cock into my mouth farther and farther, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pushed deeper, forcing it into my throat and cutting off my air.

I should have been worried, but even as I struggled to breathe, I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of losing all control and consciousness.

He wouldn’t kill me. He could have easily done that. Instead, he’d chosen sex.

“That’s it. Take it all.” Finally, my nose brushed his pubes. There was no more to give, and my eyes watered. My chest ached, as no air reached my lungs.

How much longer until I’d pass out? I didn’t care. I wanted this, wanted him, despite what had happened between us.

My longing for him was indescribable, even though I knew that without the protection of the chip, he wanted nothing more than to kill me.

Would that longing ever end for either of us, or were we destined to live in this volatile bubble until the danger passed?

He was danger, and that was what made him exciting.

He withdrew, and I gasped for air, resting my hands on my thighs, my chest heaving with the effort of filling my lungs.

Still, he held my gaze, and still, I’d do anything to please him.

How could he dominate my thoughts so much? I didn’t know.

It’d been mere days, and he’d never shown me an iota of affection. Until now.

He loosened the hold on my hair and brushed the errant curls from my face.

“So many conflicting thoughts. I don’t know what to do with you.” He spoke softly, almost as if talking to himself, voicing his inner musings.

“I don’t think you should kill me again.”

He chuckled, and the hardness in his face softened, his horns returning to normal. His touch was gentle, a lover’s caress, but I welcomed the change in him.

At first, I’d been reluctant to believe that he was anything but a normal human being, one with an ego so big he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t.

But spending time with him, seeing him change physically, had proved to me he definitely wasn’t what he appeared.

But then neither was I. After Grandpa told us earlier that Momma was an angel, you’d think I’d be more concerned, but right now, I didn’t care.

I’d got to see her, and that was all that mattered. Trying to reconcile the fact that I was here for Dante was harder to take in.

But here we were.

“I don’t think I should either, but I can’t deny the pull I feel to do so again. Do you still have the chip?”

“In my jacket pocket.”

“Give it to me.”

I found the chip and handed it over.

“I think you should wear it.”

“How?”

“Like this.” One click of his fingers and the chip hung from a leather cord, long enough to hang around my neck. “This way, you can wear it at all times.”

I fingered the disc, which gave off a gentle pulse. I’d not felt it since entering the casino and had given up hope that I would. To be honest, I’d been ready to throw it away.

Maybe it had been temporarily disabled and was now coming back to full strength. With Dante around, I was going to need it.

Thankfully, his earlier mood had changed from murderous to amiable, but I desperately wanted to get back to where we’d been, with me on my knees and him standing before me.

I glanced at his groin, his briefs once again covering his semi-hard cock.

“You want more?”

I nodded enthusiastically. Oh, yes, I wanted more.

With no coercion, I fell to my knees, resting my hands on my thighs, palms up. I was more than ready for whatever he would give me.

He stepped out of his briefs and walked towards me, his cock swaying with each step.

I eyed it with anticipation, eager to have it in my mouth again. More than that, I wanted it inside me.

I’d never been so brazen, so willing to give myself to a man I barely knew, but somehow my body knew him. It didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt very right.

I straightened, coming level with him, but this time, I opened my mouth without being asked.

He smiled wickedly and tapped my cheek with his cock, teasing me, then did the same to the other one.

He painted my cheeks with his precum, and my breathing hitched.

Without warning, he pushed his dick deep into my waiting mouth.

It was even bigger than before. He gripped my head, holding it steady, and fucked deep into my throat.

He grunted with each thrust, going deeper with each one.

I braced myself on his thighs lest I’d topple over.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, and I complied, lost in his penetrating gaze.

He quickened his tempo, and my throat became sore from the friction.

“So fucking good.” He groaned, and I saw stars, unable to breathe again.

I didn’t care. If this was how I was going to die, it was one hell of a way to go. I pulled out my cock and jerked myself off.

His punishing pace was relentless, and I was falling.

“Not yet. Stay with me.”

I struggled to obey, but the lack of air was making me light-headed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shouted each word until a jet of hot spunk filled my mouth and throat.

There was so much I couldn’t swallow it all, but he continued thrusting until I’d consumed every drop.

My release hit me hard, and the light-headedness from before hit me full force, and stars burst behind my eyelids.

I swayed, but a firm hand steadied me.

“I’ve got you. Just let go. I’ll always have you.”

I sighed and lost myself to my feelings. Feelings of floating above everything, feelings of euphoria, feelings of contentment. It took a while for me to come down, but when I did, Dante stood before me, watching me intently.

“That has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

What on earth did he mean by that?

“Surely, you’ve seen someone come before.” I wasn’t that memorable.

“Your skin glowed. I can’t explain it very well, but you looked as if you were lit up from the inside. It’s gone now.”

I looked down at my body, but it appeared no different to me other than the dark red angel mark.

What I did feel was bone tired.

“Here, let me help you.”

Dante lifted me to my feet and guided me back to the bathroom. He washed us both, and I couldn’t be more grateful for his help.

When I got back into bed, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Had Dante joined me in bed? I had no idea.