Page 38 of Grotesque
I lurched back on the bed. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
“You don’t have that option,” Corban said with a tilt of his head. He thrust his chin out. “Remove your shorts.”Before I could bite back, he added slyly, “That was truth.”
“That’s not– ” I started to protest.
He shrugged. “That’s the game. Take them off,” he said. Commanded.
I made to slide off the bed to do so when he stepped to its edge. “You can stay there.” He held out his hand expectantly.
As quickly as I could I ripped them off and crossed my legs, placing my hands over my center.Corban caught my shorts with a grin when I threw them at him.
“Are you a vampire?” I asked.He pulled his belt apart and I felt myself relaxing a little until he undid the button and fly of his trousers. “Belt is fine.” But he was already shoving his pants down his hips.
Fuck me.
His thighs were massive, thick and carved just like the rest of him. I only noticed them briefly before I was drawn back to his center. He wore dark grey briefs, through which I could see the outline of the biggest cock I had ever seen. There was a wet spot at the top where precum had started to leak through.
“No,” he finally answered.
No? Oh. Then what the hell was he?
I couldn’t breathe. Shamefully I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.
I’d only half heard his comment when he asked, “Do you want to taste my cock?”
My eyes snapped to his face. I couldn’t do his dare. But neither did I want to remove a piece of clothing. Fuck him.
I swallowed, refusing.
“Good,” he said. “I was hoping you’d refuse. Rub your pussy, Sorcha. Show me how wet I’ve made you.”
I was going to combust. The heat that scalded within my blood was either a magic spell he had cast over me or something scientific that would burn me from the inside out at any moment. I could feel my arousal seeping through my panties even before I moved my hand to brush them. I was soaking.
My chest was tight. The sane part of my mind was screaming at me not to continue, to find some way out of this, but the longer he looked at me, the farther away the voice sounded. I stroked my clit through the thin veil of fabric, tracing small circles. I slid my fingers down and back up, smearing my wetness.
Corban inhaled sharply. “Fuck.”
Fuck was right. His pupils were completely blown out now, his irises devoid of any color.
“What are you?”I whispered.
“Stone.”
I looked past him to where I knew the gargoyles sat coiled on the balcony. My heart slammed to a halt when I looked back at him. The grey skin. The inhuman beauty.
“Close,” he said with a crooked smile. “But not quite.”
He reached down and removed his socks. I tried to master my expression, to not reveal the disappointment that radiated from me that he hadn’t removed his shorts instead.
“Do you want to fuck me?” His question was so crass that I physically balked.
“No,” I spat.
Corban’s gaze narrowed. “No lies, Sorcha.”
“I’m not lying.”
His eyes dropped between my legs. “Even if I couldn’t see the physical evidence of your lie, I can smell your desire from here. So, I’ll ask again. If you refuse, I get to punish you.”
