Page 26 of Trapped for Her Blood
Her eyes roll back and she sighs, but then she looks into my eyes as she holds my forearm in a death grip, keeping my fist where she wants it.
The look in her eyes is lusty, sure, but there’s more, something I don’t recognize from when I knew her before. Something cruel and angry. Something that scares the shit out of me.
“Like what you feel in there, lover?” She squeezes her cunt muscles so tightly the bones in my hand crush.
The pain in my eyes seems to please her, and she releases her hold on my forearm, no longer needing her hands to keep me inside her—her cunt is doing the job.
“Reacquaintedyet?” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve gained a few tricks, since we were together.” Her insides massage my fist as the bones knit back together, the pressure of her cunt muscles no longer crushing me, but still to much to let me withdraw.
“Shall I return later?” the priest asks.
“No!” Octavia shouts, without turning toward him. “We are ready for the ceremony to begin.Morethan ready.”
Hoping to distract her and to buy some time before the priest starts, I reach up and squeeze Octavia’s exposed tit, twisting the nipple as hard as I can.
She licks her lips in response. Rough play always turned her on, but she doesn’t show a hint of pain. Fuck. I’m nearly twisting her nipple off.
“Babe.” Using my finger nails, I squeeze her nipple even harder, drawing blood. “Tell the priest to fuck off. You know how I feel about you. We don’t need a ceremony to prove anything.”
Her cunt relaxes.
Trying to disguise my sigh of relief, I slide my fist almost out, but then, with as much ferocity and strength as I can muster, I pound it deep inside her again, jumping up to lift her off her feet. I’ll show her I’m still in charge.
Holding her aloft, impaled on my arm, I whisper in her ear. “You know I can’t commit.”
I drop her feet to the floor and start to withdraw my hand, but she tightens around me again, trapping me, then she undoes my fly and takes hold of my pounding hard cock.
“I willnotbe rejected.” She squeezes my erection, while her other hand goes for my balls, and still her cunt continues to tighten around my fist, crushing my finger bones again—I’m not sure they fully healed in between.
She tightens her fingers around my balls, and pain steals all of my senses.
I not only feel pain, I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it. My body crumples, my fist still crushing inside her, and she holds me upright by my balls and my cock, and I know that they’re crushed now too.
She swivels her hips, and the bones in my forearm break.
I might have a vampire’s ability to heal, but that doesn’t reduce my threshold for pain. In fact, over the centuries I’ve been subjected to so much pain I’ve come to believe that vampires feel pain more acutely, that our senses are increased as our bodies continuously heal only to be broken again. And that’s what’s happening to me now as she tortures me.
“Ready to get married?” she asks.
I nod. I’d agree to anything to lessen this pain.
She releases me and I collapse to the floor, screaming as my body starts to heal. My upper body heaves, fighting to draw in enough air to help the process. I should have taken that offered blood.
Finally able to see again, I raise my gaze toward her.
She’s in her wedding gown now, but the red fabric is completely sheer, her body fully visible beneath it. Not only has her power grown over the years, so has her beauty.
“Why?” I croak as I rise to my feet. “Why do you want me?”
A cruel smile paints her red lips.
“Because you were my first,” she says. “The first man who didn’t rape me. The first topleaseme after the other two caused so much pain.” An almost wistful look passes over her expression, but it quickly settles back onto cruelty. Her lips twist up at the corners, pursing in the center, her eyes burning with anger.
“But now,lover—” the word is coated in malice “—now I have access to plenty of pleasure.” She snaps her fingers and her five mates immediately surround her.
“Now I want you so that I canpunishyou. So that I can make you submit to me. Obey me. So that I can keep you under my control forever.”
“Excuse me,” interjects the priest. “But I cannot complete the ceremony if he does not fully consent.”
