The Devil and I by Kay Alastor
Chapter Nine
Rayna
My heart beats a staccato rhythm in the cage of my chest as Lucas's massive form appears in the door frame behind me. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly, like a predator watching his prey. Our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror, his teeth dragging sensually along his lower lip as his chest expands on a deep inhale. His eyes are silver fire, harboring shadows I can't even begin to decipher. Something sinister hides there in the darkness of his eyes. And it should terrify me. It does the opposite, however. Everything about this enigmatic man makes me feel... safe and intensely coveted.
He moves towards me in silence, his powerful strides barely making any sound at all. Towering over me from behind, I let out a gentle gasp as I take in the difference in our sizes. He is impressively tall and built like a warrior, his body conditioned in a way that tells me he could tear me apart with very little effort. Laden in heavy muscle that mirrors the functional strength of an apex predator as opposed to a showy body builder. He makes me feel incredibly small and weak in comparison. The contrast is incredibly sexy.
My body is soft and curvy, where his is hard and imposing. My hourglass figure is not super model slim. My thighs are thick and my belly is softly rounded... I've got breasts and ass for days. I don't have the confidence most women do, but Lucas has a way of making me feel like I'm everything he's ever dreamed of. An erratic sigh suddenly flows from his sinful lips and he closes the last little bit of distance between us to stand pressed against my back. The heat of his body washes over me, softening any resistance my body may have wanted to feel in that moment. The warmth of him seeps into me, coaxing the fire deep in my belly to life all over again.
Watching his eyes devour me in the mirror, it makes me flush crimson at the feel of his cock resting hard against my ass. God, he is so big. I can't even begin to imagine that steely length sliding deep inside of me. The thought makes my entire face burn brighter as an ache settles itself between my thighs. I shift slightly to rub my thighs together, desperate to try and regain some semblance of control over my body. The movement isn't lost on Lucas.
His head bows low so that his lips can brush along the highly sensitive shell of my ear, puffs of hot breath escaping to entice shivers from my body. Suddenly, I am desperate for his hands on me. The feather light touches of his mouth at my neck are sending tendrils of need spiraling down deep inside of me to feed the fire growing there. His lips travel slowly down the column of my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind each and every tender kiss. It's alarming how gentle this beast of a man can be, and the divergence only makes the ache in my clit intensify. A whisper-soft sigh leaves me as he makes it down to my shoulder, his teeth grazing me and sending sparks of desire through me. I can hardly stand it. Never in my life have I felt arousal so powerful that it completely fogs my mind and nearly brings me to my knees.
Lost in the fog of lust, the abrupt, sharp pain of his teeth sinking into my neck makes my knees buckle beneath me. His arms are there to steady me, pressing me back against the hard wall of his torso. I whimper as his teeth release me, pressing a kiss to the reddened mark he has left on the surface of my pale skin.
“Please...” I moan airily, grinding my ass back against him, desperate for anything to dull the unbearable ache he has provoked at the junction of my thighs. The lust overwhelming me saps the strength right of out me, making me all the more susceptible to his absolute control over my body.
“Please, what?” he growls against my ear, the ocean-deep rumbling of his voice pulling another soft cry from my lips. His hands begin to roam my body, as if memorizing every curve and dip. The intensity of his gaze is locked on mine in the mirror, holding me prisoner in this moment that is unfolding between us. Forcing me to face every single thing he is making me feel, unable to run from the frighteningly powerful bond forming between us. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” I tell him, a little bit of frustration bleeding through my voice. “I need you.”
“Oh, you have me.” His hands travel up my ribcage until they settle over my breasts, gripping them possessively. One rough palm slides upwards until his fingers knead the sensitive peak of my hardened nipple through the shirt he gave me. I moan brokenly, the intense sensation shooting right down my body to influence the throbbing in my clit. Nobody has ever touched my body like this. I had no idea it could feel this damn good. He grinds the massive length of his dick into my backside, his free hand traveling up to grip my throat from the front like a man overcome by his hunger to possess me.
“I can't...” I whimper in the wake of his dominance, rubbing my thighs together, trying to soothe the pulsing need. The arousal is so overwhelming I feel like I am drowning in it. I don't know how to finish my sentence; I just know that I can't survive this tsunami of raw need crashing into me.
“Oh, you can. And you will,” he growls, surely reading my mind, dragging his hot tongue down from my ear to my shoulder before he lands another quick, sharp bite to the side of my throat. I hiss, my knees buckling yet again from the surge of lust driving through me.
“You'll take my big, fat cock in that pretty little pussy of yours. Do you know why, Rayna?”
Those filthy words and his deep, gravelly voice are enough to pull a cry from my lips. I shake my head, unable to form a single word in response. I grind back against him involuntarily, determined to put an end to my own suffering if he won't put me out of my misery himself. Both of his hands begin to plummet until they settle over my thighs, his fingers hooking under the hemline of the baggy shirt I'm wearing and pulling it up over my hips. “You belong to me, baby. That's why. And there isn't a goddamn thing you or anyone else can do to stop me from taking what's mine.”
The sick possessiveness calls out to something deep inside of me, something I didn't know existed. Something that probably should evoke a trauma response, all things considering, but just... doesn't. Raw need explodes inside of me, rising to an unendurable crescendo, and I find myself pleading with him breathlessly. Pleading for what, I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that he has touched something I didn't know was in me. Something frantic to have everything he is promising me. A darkness that fits into his own like a puzzle piece.
One of his powerful arms winds itself around me, while another hand settles between my thighs. His rough fingers find my sex, and he groans deeply when he discovers me utterly drenched. I gasp as his fingers slip between the saturated folds of my pussy, one finger teasing the entrance to my body before rubbing up towards my clit. I writhe in his arms, but he holds me in place, not allowing me to move a single inch away from his touch.
“You are so fucking mine. You bring out the devil in me. You make me want to kill every single man that has ever breathed in your direction.” His beautiful voice is so thick with lust that it makes me shiver from head to toe. His words, so damn dark and twisted, should terrify me. I know that. But I must be equally fucked up, because it only makes my hunger for him grow deeper.
Two of his broad fingers rub slow, firm circles over my swollen clit, and I can't help but moan and pant as he touches me with more skill than I thought a single man could possess. I squirm in his grasp, desperate for more. Desperate for him to fill the void inside of me and chase all the emptiness away for good. The orgasm begins to build, but he controls that just as sure as he controls my body where it is pinned between him and the bathroom counter.
Lucas's hand shifts so he can slide one thick finger inside of me, and he groans as my body briefly spasms around it in response. That single digit is not nearly enough for either of us, so I don't protest when he slides a second finger inside of me. I couldn't possibly protest against something that feels this damn incredible. My hips undulate against him, and his satisfied groan is quickly followed up by his skilled fingers pumping a steady rhythm in and out of my body. “You know I'm the only man that will ever fuck this tight little hole again, right? Tell me you know that, baby. Tell me before I lose my fucking mind.”
I shudder, nodding dizzily as I drown in the pleasure of his fingers in my pussy. “Yes, Lucas...” I moan, trying my hardest to grind against his hand. “Only you. Please, only you.” I feel out of my mind as the budding climax rises higher in me, unable to control it or influence it at all. This monster of a man has all the control here. His arm holds me tight against his body while his fingers manipulate my sex, and I am powerless against the rising tide of my orgasm.
“You're goddamn right,” he growls, thrusting harder inside of me until I am thrashing in his embrace. “I'm the only man that knows what to do with this needy little pussy.”
I am so close to the edge, it hurts. The only thing that can possibly save me now is for this man to force me over it. I want it so badly I cry out, tears prickling my eyes. Like a real bastard, he keeps me right at the edge, forcing me to endure the flames he has created between us. I lift my eyes to his and find his pupils dilated, otherworldly in the darkness. I whimper and moan, trapped at the edge until he chooses to take mercy on me. In this moment, I do belong to him. Whatever happens to me will happen because he makes it so.
“Tell me, baby. Do you know what I am going to do to the fucker that hurt you?” Shock ripples through me at his words, but the tension doesn't get a chance to take hold of me because his fingers are suddenly fucking me harder and faster. I whimper, my eyes widening as I feel the chasm of my orgasm open wide beneath me. His sinful mouth is pressed against my ear, his eyes locked on mine in the reflection of the mirror. “I'm going to kill him.”
I just barely register his words as the heel of his palm grinds down against my clit, and I'm forced off that razor blade of an edge. His declaration is like a detonation, a blast that propels me harder into my climax. “I am going to slit his fucking throat and wear his blood like a badge.”
Stars explode behind my eyes as the orgasm rocks through me, shattering me into a thousand pieces of white hot pleasure. My pussy spasms and contracts around his fingers, nearly pushing them out of my body with the force of my orgasm. He holds them steady, his mouth still at my ear, making my body come undone exactly how he wants it to.
I am trembling almost violently in the aftermath of my climax, weakened from the supernova of pleasure that tore through me and left me utterly spent. I can't even think about resisting as Lucas turns my body to face him, his eyes heavily lidded from the primal hunger holding him in a vice grip. Lucas grips my thighs in his hands and hauls me up into his arms. My legs can't even hold on, but the instinct to try causes them to quiver against his hips where he anchors me to him. I tuck my face against his throat, still reeling from his disturbing promise, as he carries me out of the bathroom towards his bed. I can't help but wonder if he truly meant what he said. Would he somehow find Mark and kill him? Was Lucas really capable of murdering the man that raped me?
As we fall to the bed, his massive body settles over me like a predator claiming its kill. I try to close my thighs, still incredibly sensitive after my orgasm, but he doesn't allow it. He forces my hips to accommodate his body as his mouth descends on mine, his tongue tracing the line of my teeth before nipping at my lower lip. I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside of me. It glides against my own; hot and wet and starving. He kisses me like he is dying of thirst, and I am the last drink of water on Earth. It is an all consuming kiss and feels like a brand on my very soul.
That sinful mouth of his moves away from mine, trailing kiss after kiss down along the column of my throat. I close my eyes as he rocks his hips between my thighs, grinding against my sensitive, swollen clit. I moan at the feel of him rocking against me, and his response is a growl against the fragile skin of my neck. I wordlessly beg for more as I lift my hips and press harder against him, welcoming his brutal body where it pins me down in his bed.
I want him so badly it hurts. Despite having an orgasm only moments ago, I am desperate for everything he promises. I know without a shred of doubt that I want this man to own me. I'd give anything for him to take me and make me his, right here and right now. Perhaps I did die back in the forest, and being here with Lucas is my own private heaven.
“Please, Lucas. I need you,” I groan, tossing my head back against the mattress as I fight against the mindless need spiraling through me.
“You'll get more than you need, Rayna,” he tells me, his voice thick with lust, shifting his big body backwards and settling onto his knees. His hands make quick work of his pants, pulling them down his hips until his cock springs free.
The sight of this powerful man hovering above me, his heavy cock throbbing as a bead of precum spills from the tip of it, makes me bite my lower lip to silence the moan of appreciation threatening to leave my mouth. His body is a work of art, all that lightly tanned skin and mouthwatering muscle, and he knows it. His confidence is hypnotic.
I lift my gaze to his, falling into the radiant depths of silver being swallowed by the endless black of his pupils. The emotion I find there in his eyes leaves me breathless. A raw, insatiable need so great that I shiver under the weight of it. There is a conviction in his eyes that conquers any insecurity I may have felt before. A surety that when I fall, he will catch me.
And among it all, a profound darkness that he doesn't hesitate to show me. I know this man isn't normal. My instincts tell me he is no hero. He's so much more, a dichotomy of darkness and light. Normal, good men don't promise to kill the man that broke you. But Lucas... he makes me believe he will do it. For the first time in my life, I feel safe. I know in my heart that this man is the closest thing to true security I'll ever find. Maybe all of this is wrong, and moving faster than a strike of lightning in my darkened skies, but I can't bring myself to care. After all my suffering, after being alone in the dark for so long... being found and kept by an avenging devil feels like a greater mercy than death.
“I've got you, baby,” he tells me, watching the emotions play across my features as they tumble through me. I know I'm falling, and he knows it too. Maybe it's crazy, but he is in control and I have zero desire to fight it. The control he takes only adds fuel to the fire, and the knowledge that I couldn't fight him off if I tried sends me spiraling into the same madness shining in his eyes. His sickness, and mine... they're one and the same. Two sides of a coin, two halves of a whole.
As though he realizes it too, he can't contain the ragged groan that escapes his sensual mouth as he lowers his body back down on top of me, his hips rolling forward instinctively to grind himself against my saturated slit. His heavy cock glides through my pussy lips before he rears back and then bucks forward to force himself inside of me. One half of his hard length finds purchase between my thighs, and my head falls back with a rapturous moan.
The resistance his cock meets inside of my body only sends his hunger into overdrive, pulling a tortured moan from deep in his chest. Despite how absolutely soaked my pussy is, I am so much smaller than him that there is nothing either of us can do to prepare me for the invasion.
“So tight.” He groans brokenly, the tension evident in the straining lines of his thickly muscled body where it hovers just above me. “Don't want to tear you,” he gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily and thrusting another inch of his length inside the tight tunnel of my sex. I can sense the extreme control he is trying to maintain, but we've crossed all the lines imaginable in the last 24 hours. There is no point in holding back now. Watching this monster of a man teetering on the brink of losing control sends me spiraling into the inferno of my own need. Need that might kill me if he doesn't bring water to this firefight soon.