Page 86 of These Monstrous Ties
“I told you, I’m careless. Especially with things I want to break.”
And then the hand over my pussy moves and he pushes the tip of his thick cock against my entrance.
“Don’t scream,” he commands, and then he shoves himself inside of me.
His hand on my throat muffles any sound, but I clench around him, gasping.
He pumps once, twice, hard, and then he finds a rhythm, pushing harder and deeper. He lets go of my throat and I gasp, my head hitting the wall on the side of his bed. But fuck I don’t care. I don’t care because he feels fucking good. I try not to think of what Lucifer might feel like. What he might do, if he saw this.
Mayhem pauses, and then his belt loop comes over my throat and he jerks me upright, my back against him.
“Take off your bra, Angel,” he whispers into my ear. I make to turn around and stare at him. His cock is inside me and I can barely breathe with this belt but he wants me to take off my fucking bra?
He pulls the belt tighter around my throat. “Now,” he growls.
I reach behind me, my fingers brushing his chest, and I unhook my bra. He pushes the straps down with one hand, and tosses it to the floor. Then he lets go of the belt and palms my breasts, then pinches each nipple, hard. He fucks me like this, us against each other, fingers tugging on my nipples. His teeth find my shoulder and he bites down. I cry out, and his hand goes from my breast to my pussy, pushing his finger inside of me beside his cock.
“You like to be filled up, don’t you, Angel?” he purrs.
I nod, and he wraps his other hand in my hair, yanking my head back.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans in my ear. “Say my name, Angel.”
He thrusts again, pushing me back to the bed, my head down, ass up as he pumps into me and circles my clit with his thumb.
“Mayhem,” I choke out, one of his hands still in my hair. “Mayhem,” I gasp it out again.
He groans, leaning over me, his chest against my back, and then he pushes me flat, pulling out. I feel him spill onto my ass, warm and wet. And then we just lay like that for a moment, catching our breath.
He pulls away from me.
“Now if Lucifer doesn’t figure out he’s gotta find a way to keep you, well, you’re shit out of luck.”
I freeze.
He licks his hot tongue down my spine. I shiver under him, and roughly, he turns me over, his gaze devouring me from head to toe.
I cross my arms over my chest. I’m not panicking, because of whatever was in those damn pills from Natalie, but I’m mildly freaked out by his words.
He smirks, pulling on his clothes. I catch a glimpse of the Unsaint’s tattoo on his back. It’s huge. When he puts his belt through his jeans, he shrugs.
“We don’t keep things from each other, Angel.”
I sit up, yank my own clothes from the floor after wiping his cum off of myself on his sheets. “You can’t tell him.”
He walks to the door as I dress. “I can. And I am. Right now.” And then he walks out.
I fly down the hall after him, but he turns to me at the stairs and shakes his head.
“Nah, Angel. You don’t wanna see this.” He jerks his head to the door we just came out of. “That was fun, but you’re probably not done for the night.”
My face heats with those words and I want to shove him down the stairs. But then I remember that the whole fucking reason I felt justified in having sex with him is because Lucifer has his arm slung around another girl at the fire. Besides that, we aren’t anything to each other, Lucifer and I. Just two people who shared one horrible night.
“Fuck it,” I say, pushing past Mayhem and taking the stairs down two at a time. “I’ll tell him myself.”
Mayhem groans behind me and starts running down the stairs as I leap the last two. “You’re fucking crazy,” he says. He loops his arm through mine. “Fuck it. We’ll both tell him.” He shakes his head and glances at me as I walk out the front door. “He’s going to kill us both.”
“He can try.”
