Page 47 of To Love a Monster
“...I’m yours.”His eyes blaze like he’s just won something eternal.Then his hands are on my wrists, he lifts them above my head, pinning them into the mattress, and leans down, dragging his tongue along the shell of my ear.
“You’re not allowed to come unless I say.”A command.“Otherwise, I won’t let you come at all.Do you understand me?”I nod.Whimper as I try to close my legs and ease some of the pressure, but he kicks them apart again.His mouth is on my neck now, and this time, he doesn’t kiss.He bites.Hard.
Sharp enough that my breath catches in my throat, a gasp torn from my lips as white-hot pleasure-pain ripples through me.Instinct kicks in and I try to move, to push him back but I can’t.My hands are still pinned above my head, locked tight in one of his, the grip unrelenting.
I twist beneath him, hips bucking, wrists straining in his hold, but it’s useless.He’s not letting go.He’s not moving.I’m pinned, stretched out, offered up like something sacred.Something his.
He growls low against my skin, the vibration sinking through my chest.His teeth hold for a beat longer, enough to leave a mark and almost enough to break skin.My body arches despite the burn, every nerve ending wired to his touch.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, rough and reverent, like I’ve just given him something he didn’t even know he needed.The sound of it coils around my brain.It isn’t sweet.It’s a claim.The kind you don’t come back from.And God help me, I don’t want to.
He shifts his weight, keeping one hand locked around my wrists, the other sliding down between my breasts, across my stomach until he’s between my thighs again.
“Now, let’s see how well you can obey my instructions.”His fingers slide inside me.Hard and deep.I gasp, letting out a deep moan.
“Quiet,” he growls.“If you moan, I stop.”I bite my lip, body shaking.But I don’t cry out.He fucks me with his fingers, rough and precise, watching every twitch, every shudder, like he’s measuring how close he can bring me to the edge without letting me fall.I arch under him, desperate for more, desperate to scream his name, and he just smirks.
“You like being used like this?”he whispers, licking across my collarbone.“Pinned down.Open and helpless.”I whimper again.He chuckles darkly.“I know you love it.My little lamb.Sweet and filthy.”His hand lets go of my wrists for just a moment and he flips me onto my stomach.
His voice is low, cracked with restraint.“Hands behind your back.”I hesitate for only a breath.Then I obey.I feel the mattress shift behind me, the brush of his body heat as he grabs something from the floor.His belt maybe?No.It’s softer than that.A strap.Smooth, dark fabric.My eyes can’t see it, but I feel it the way it loops tight around my wrists.Binding and final.
“Nikolai...”My voice comes out as nothing more than a gasp, but he’s already there.His palm presses into the center of my back, keeping me down as his lips drag over my spine, hot and hungry.
“Do you trust me?”he asks, his voice low.I nod and he slides a hand beneath my lower stomach, lifting me slightly onto my knees, my bound wrists resting at the small of my back.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, dark and tender and devastating all at once.His voice drips into me like heat, thick and low, more worship than praise, more hunger than approval.And then he loosens his grip on my bound wrists and shifts lower, his hands sliding down my arms, over my ribs, to my hips.He grips them hard and spreads my legs with slow, deliberate force.
Everything in me shudders.Not just from the anticipation, but from the weight of how he’s looking at me.Like he’s starving.Like he’s never seen anything so perfectly wrecked in his life.
“I love seeing you like this,” he says, his voice hoarse.“Laid out, shaking.Mine.”He kneels between my thighs, dragging his hands along the insides until I’m trembling, slick, open for him.
“Everything you give me,” he growls, dragging his mouth up my thigh, “every sound, every gasp, every fucking tremble ...I own it.”And then he lowers his head.
He doesn’t take me right away.No, he claims me with his mouth first, burying his face between my thighs like he’s starving, like the taste of me is the only thing keeping him sane.His tongue moves in long, languid strokes, slow, purposeful, cruel in its precision.He traces every nerve ending like he’s mapping me from the inside out.
My back arches and my toes curl.The pressure builds so fast I can barely breathe.A moan slips past my lips, soft and helpless.He freezes and seconds later I feel the sharp sting as he slaps my ass and lifts his head just enough for me to feel his breath against my skin, his voice dark and full of warning.
“What did I say?”he growls, voice low and lethal.“No moaning.”My breath stutters.His grip tightens on my thighs, spreading me wider and locking me in place.
“You wanna come again, baby?”he asks, tone dangerously calm.“Then you take it.Quietly.Until I tell you you’re allowed to scream for me.”And then he’s back on me, merciless this time.Tongue relentless, his pace brutal.Daring me to disobey again and making it, oh, so impossible to not break the rules.
His breath is molten on the inside of my thighs, the way his stubble scrapes lightly against flushed skin.His tongue alternates between deep, swirling licks and devastating flicks against my clit.He uses two fingers to open me wider, groaning like he needs this to breathe.When I try to move, to push down against him harder, he pulls back.
“No,” he growls.And he dives back in, holding my hips in an iron grip, forcing me to ride his tongue until I’m right there, gasping his name, trembling, unraveling.Then he stops and I cry out, desperate.“Please—”
He grabs me, flips me onto my back in one quick motion, his chest is heaving, his eyes on fire.“Are you ready, baby?”he growls.“You want to break for me?”
“Yes.Yes, please—” I say, my voice shaking and desperate to feel him inside of me.
His hand wraps around my throat again.Tighter than last time, firmer.
“You like this, don’t you?”he whispers against my mouth.“Being fucked like you were made for it.”I can’t speak but I don’t need to, my body answers for me, arching into him, my eyes wild, mouth parted around breathless moans.
“Is this what you want, Lila?You want to be fucked like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I gasp out and his lips crush mine, hard and claiming, and then his fingers are back on me, stroking with relentless precision.Fast, circular, and maddening.My vision blurs and my body arches like a bow.He breaks our kiss and all I hear is the sound of his breath in my ear.Everything is pulsing, breaking.“Now.Moan for me, baby,” he whispers softly.
And I come like I’ve never come before.Uncontrollably, as my scream rips through the room, feral and ruined.He doesn’t stop, he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping fast and deep, hitting every spot that makes me cry out again and again.He’s watching me, eyes locked to mine, drinking down every twitch, every moan.
