Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2) (6 page)

I was just looking, no intentions of touching. I mean, I looked at stuff all the time that I had no intentions of buying, no matter how absolutely delectable it may have looked. I tried to use the same rules for men that I did food: if it looks
that
good it’s most likely horrible for you.

Gavin

We all have secrets; some more dark than others. The secrets I have aren’t simply an addiction, a preference, some type of shortcoming; it is, as unfortunate as it may seem, a lifestyle. It’s who I am, what I am
— I can’t help the psychological imprint that the experiences of this world have left me with.

The desire, the need for control flows through my blood. I must have control of situations at all times. When a man loses control of himself he makes himself too vulnerable, too willing to be taken advantage of. I’m not one who will be taken advantage of, not one to submit to another. Ever.

I guess you could say that women are my weakness. After all, it was the relentless urge to taste — to know a woman that brought me to this desolate place. Women truly are remarkable creatures, the most aesthetically pleasing creation ever to grace this planet. So seductive, women are born with an inherent ability to infest your mind and tempt you with nothing more than a mere flip of their hair, a slight sway of their hip, and I swear I’ve never been more drawn to the soul of anything else the way I am to that of a beautiful woman. Women can make you want, need, desire, and hunger for them, and I have found that some are inexplicably evil and manipulative.

Human emotions are the most difficult aspect of one’s life to control. They are so primitive, instinctual, and can be all too destructive in the hands of the wrong person. For this reason I’ve found it’s in my best interest to refrain from relationships.
The devastation that could come from one of my kind falling for a mortal is indescribable. Though enjoying the pleasure of an unmarked mortal could bring absolute destruction to this world, it’s not a vice I can so easily forego. Over the years I’ve found a way to satisfy my weakness, without giving in completely, and as much of a monster as it may make me appear to be, I’m absolutely satisfied with these arrangements. I have control, and after all, throughout my long life I’ve noticed that’s what man chases more than anything – control.

She walked from
the bathroom and stood in front of me. Her presence diverted my eyes away from the mirror where I had been staring at my reflection, reminding myself how deeply I needed the feeling of control, and above all else reminding myself of the agreement that had been made many years ago. This one had been trained, but was not marked – which meant I could use her for nothing more than sexual gratification.

“Sit down,” I said.

My fingers curled into my palms as I watched her make her way toward my neatly made bed, her heels echoing from the tall ceilings.

I stopped her just as she ran her hand across the edge of my bed. “No. Not on my bed.”
Widening my stance, I pointed my finger down. “On the floor,” I said in a low, controlled tone. I didn’t like for them to lie on my bed.

I
hadn’t invited her to my house, she’d just shown up unannounced. She wasn’t aware of what I was, so I felt it to be safe, a nice change of scenery. She was, after all, trained, which meant the risk was low.

Her blonde hair swayed slightly across her shoulders as she turned her head to face me. She was an attractive girl, but really too made up for my taste.

“As you wish,” she said. She slowly batted her eyes at me; the dim light from the lamp on my dresser caught the iridescent flakes embedded in the heavy eye shadow covering her eyelids.

“Now,” I unbutton
ed my shirt as I spoke to her, “Just to go back over the things we did last time — hard rules are there’s to be no touching any part of my body with your mouth.” Glaring down at her, I pulled my shirt from my body. “Understood, aye?” I nodded my head as I waited on her to respond.

“Yes, I understand.”

“I mean,
no
part of me. No kissing anywhere!” I paused, unfastening the zipper on my slacks, “And my lips will touch no part of you. I promise you that.” I raised my eyebrow at her. My pants dropped around my ankles and I stepped out of them, picking them up and folding them neatly on my bed. “Makes it too…” my voice stilled as I glanced at my reflection once more in the dresser mirror, trying to choose my words wisely, “personal for me.”

I
t was obvious that my saying that still wasn’t very pleasing to her. Most women enjoy the sensual feeling of kissing, being kissed, but I don’t care for the intimacy of it; not to mention the temptation the feel of it stirs inside me. If she only knew pressing her lips to mine would be no different than placing her mouth against the cold jaws of a cobra. Deadly. She’d be tempting death with my kiss.

I studied her. “If that’s not all right by you
…” I intentionally cut my sentence short and reached over to grab my slacks.

“No, it’s fine,” she whispered.

“Good.” I pulled my boxers off and stood naked in front of her. The sight of her did little to arouse me. I gripped my cock and stroked it to get hard. “Any rules for me?”

“No. I’ll do whatever you like.” She thought for a moment and then added, “Except, don’t put anything around my neck.” She glanced up at me from the floor, ever so slightly wetting her lips with her tongue. Her attempt to look seductive didn’t work in the least.

“Very well then. Stand up,” I demanded.

I watched as she obeyed, rising slowly from the floor and standing in front of me. The act of sex had all but become a habit to me. I had long ago become desensitized to it.

“Take off your clothes,” I said, leaning my elbow on my dresser while I watched her disrobe. The music in the background was loud and heavy and she tried to remove her clothing to the beat of it. She finished undressing and stood completely nude in front of me.

“Now.” I reached across my dresser and handed her a blindfold. “Put this on.”

She complied and slipped the red satin cloth over her eyes. I grabbed the belt laid across my bed and wound it tightly around my hand.

“I don’t like a lot of noise,” I casually informed her.

Allowing the belt to uncurl from my hands, I reached my arm back. I released the tension of my drawn muscles harshly across her backside; the meat of her ass jiggled from the contact of the leather on her skin. She bowed down and I heard a muffled moan come from her. I pulled my hand back again and this time whipped the strap with more force. I continued to discipline her until I felt sated, until I figured she believed this was who I really was.

I grabbed her hair and wound my fingers in it tightly. My hands rested at the nape of her neck and I yanked her face up to mine.
Placing my lips close to her ears, her hair brushed softly against my face as I growled, “I’m going to fuck you, make you feel something no one else is able to.”

I pulled the condom from the dresser and handed it to her. “Open it,” I demanded.

She bit down on the edge of the wrapper and tore it open with her teeth. Pulling the condom from the wrapper, she glanced up at me for direction. Raven had trained her well. This one didn’t make a move without my telling her to.

“Put it on,” I said.

She placed it on the tip of my head and slowly unrolled it.

H
er breath caught as I placed my hand around the base of my cock and shoved into her. I pumped myself into her forcefully and she let out a loud moan.

My forefinger rested over her mouth
. “Shhh,” I whispered, “no need to be so damn loud.”

She reached around and grabbed onto my shoulder, digging her nails into my
flesh. I moved my hand behind my back and tightly grabbed onto her wrist; I slammed her arm into the floor. Glaring down at her, I continued to thrust myself into her. Her chin tilted back as she clenched onto her bottom lip with her teeth.

P
ulling myself out of her, I rose from the floor. “Stand up,” I demanded.

She clamored to her feet and stood perfectly still. Her breasts rose significantly with each breath she took as she fought to catch her breath

“Good,” I complemented her obedience.

I placed my hands on her sides and skirted them up to her breasts, my hands brush
ing gently across them, the hardened bead of her nipple rubbing against my palm. I grabbed her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and pinched. She whimpered softly as I tugged on them. Sweeping her hair to the side, I pulled my face close to her neck and breathed heavy, warm breaths on her skin. I brought my lips to her ear, almost brushing the sensitive skin of her earlobe with them.

“No, you must be quite. This is nothing
. You’re going to have to keep better control,” I hissed. My inner being thirsted for the feeling of complete control, I wanted to feel her surrender to me. The fact that she had no idea exactly what darkness she was letting in sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

G
ripping firmly behind her shoulders, I forced her against the wall. I grabbed behind her knee and slammed her leg up against her body, tightly squeezing the meat of her ass in my hand. My fingers moved over to the edge of her thigh and I lightly stroked over her cleft. She let out a soft groan as I flirted with her opening. She was messy, wet from her desire to have me inside of her. Pinching her clit between my fingers, I rolled it back and forth, applying more pressure with each circular movement. She grabbed at the wall with her hands, slapping them against the smooth texture as she gasped for air.

I took my free hand and shoved myself back into her as I said, “I’m not ready for you to go there. Control it, Amy.” I fucked her hard, using my
entire body to pin her against the cold wall.

“Your cunt feels so good,” I snarled as I rammed myself into her.

Within moments her back arched and she flung her head to the side, groaning from the intense pleasure only an immortal creature can give someone. Her cries fed the hunger I had and I relentlessly thrust into her; grinding my hips in small circles.

C
losing my eyes, I felt the pressure building followed by a brief, fleeting second of release. I stood still for a few moments and then backed away from her. She breathlessly slid down the wall, supporting herself against my dresser.

I stumbled to the bathroom and
removed the condom, tossing it into the trash beside my vanity. Ridiculous that I had to wear the damn things. No mortal disease could touch me, it was all for show. To make them feel safe.
Safe.
If only they knew the creature I truly was, no mortal would ever feel safe with me.

I glanced briefly at my reflection in the mirror before I flipped the light off.

Making my way back to the side of my bed, I stood over her; her chest was still heaving as her body tried to return to its normal state. I slid my forefinger under the satin material of the blindfold and tugged it down; the glazed-over look of her eyes showing the meaningless satisfaction she had just experienced.

“I want to go deeper,” she panted.

I held my stare. I could feel the corners of my lips curling ever so slightly up as I laughed. “You’re not ready. You’ve got to learn to control yourself better first.” I paused and watched as she spread her legs open, inviting me in again. A sigh of frustration flew from my lips and I reached for my pants. “Control yourself better,” I growled.

A humiliated expression washed over her face and she quickly closed her legs.

I pulled my slacks up around my waist and fastened them. “Don’t be so greedy. It’s unbecoming,” I said, casting a disapproving look at her.

Kneeling down, I
picked her clothes up and placed them in her lap. I glanced at her eyes and saw want flickering within them. At that moment I knew that she wouldn’t be able to separate herself, wouldn’t be capable of keeping her emotions out of this.

I shook my head
. “I just don’t know if this is going to work out.”

Amy pulled her jeans back up over her hips and then slid her feet back into her heels. She held her bra and shirt in her hands as she tried to seductively sashay her way across the room. She moved behind me, dragging her nails across my bare back. I stared blankly at the reflection of the two of us in the mirror; it did absolutely nothing for me.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself with you?” she asked. She reached up to my shoulder and ran her nails across my neck and into my hair. Her feeble attempts to seduce me had no effect. “You’re so damn sexy,” she whispered.