She was naturally beyond compare and quite frankly, the best I’d ever fucking had.
But the lingering smell of another on her skin had still been fucking with my head. Something which had gotten mildly better once I could scent my seed seeping out of her. But then I was also a sadistic bastard for I enjoyed the way she squirmed in her seat whenever I knew she felt it there captured in between her legs and leather. Needless to say, that I spent the rest of the drive hard as the fucking rock I could see above the tunnel I was now driving into.
From a distance you couldn’t see much, and the secret access road was one no mortal would ever find. It was the only way in or out of my castle and again, you had to be welcomed or one of my turned to gain access.
As was the same with leaving and I instantly looked to my sleeping girl to know that there would be no escaping me now. I had to confess the thought put me at ease for the first time since she walked inside my club. One I had believed secure given the amount of security I had inside Transfusion. But if there was one thing I had learned about Amelia and it was that if she wanted something, then she would always find a way.
She was and mostly likely always would be…
My cunning little Princess.
I drove down the tunnel and soon found myself in my underground parking which mainly consisted of my private collection of classic cars. There was another level to this where others parked, but this one was all mine. It was an overly large, well-lit space with the raw mountain stone above us, that was neatly mirrored below on the spotless marble floor. The cars were staggered in their places for ease of access which I knew would have to change when the rest got here from my club’s own underground parking. Because this place was about to get packed and pretty quickly.
The only space that would remain was the central driveway, which was the one I made my way up now so I was close to the doorway. There were many different ways to go from here, depending on where you wanted to get to. My castle was a honeycomb of tunnels and passageways leading all over the place and an easy place for someone to get lost in. Another reason why I would be keeping my girl close whilst here. The other reason was as simple as I fucking wanted to!
However, one of the main tunnels led straight to my personal space, which was the largest natural cavern that had been transformed into practical and even comfortable areas that all connected. This made me wonder what Amelia would think of it when I finally led her down there. I knew that I could have done so now, but I didn’t think having her waking up in a cave was probably a good idea, not when I was trying to ease her into this new life. And I wanted to let her sleep, for I also knew how much her body needed it.
So instead, I cut the engine, and got out of the car, noticing as Ruto and Clay pulled in close behind the Lambo.
“Fuck me, but I can’t fucking wait to hear what your girl pulled this time.” This was Clay’s response as he got out of the car and when he slammed the door, I tensed and hissed,
“Shut the fuck up will you, she is asleep!” He winced a bit then leaned round me and saw that, thankfully, she was still asleep, meaning he felt free to comment once more,
“Well, if she didn’t wake to that, then I would say she is well and truly out for the evening.” I looked myself and had to agree, for she hadn’t moved.
“Were my orders carried out without issue?” I asked.
“Yes, my Lord, finally something went smoothly,” was Ruto’s reply.
“Yeah, about fucking time something went our way!” Clay replied and he looked again at Amelia and I swear I was a hairsbreadth away from knocking him out. Instead I sidestepped, putting myself in her line of sight and folded my arms across my chest before snapping,
“Can I fucking help you with something, Clay?!” At least he had the good graces to look contrite.
“Sorry Boss, just curious to know how that’s all.” I raised a brow but even Ruto then agreed, speaking up,
“We are all curious, Sire.” Now this did surprise me, as Ruto didn’t usually give a shit about most things, least of all mortals. But then again, she was to be my queen, which meant she would rule by my side one day and one day soon. So, perhaps this was why. Then again, with my council it was a belief that actions spoke louder than words and in Amelia’s case, well recently she had been nothing but action.
I released a sigh and said,
“She shot the pilot and jumped from the fucking helicopter.” This made Ruto’s black ringed eyes grow wide and Clay release a low whistle.
“Fuck me, Boss, your chick is hardcore!”
“That unfortunately isn’t where it ended,” I informed them sardonically.
“Gods, but what else did she do, blow up their base with stolen C4?”
“No, but had she had the means I wouldn’t have put it past her,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck with my hand, showing just how fucking tired I was at nearly losing my girl!
“She dragged herself out of the river Isar nearly naked, beat up a couple of punks, stole their clothes and a bike and then overtook me so that I could read the words spray painted on the back of her jacket, giving me a clue to follow her,” I said. Clay then looked to his side, thankfully at the car this time and then straightened to look back at me,
“She overtook you?”
“In the Lambo?” Ruto added making me growl low,
“I was following Bitch face, so I wasn’t exactly going my usual speeds,” I said arguing my point.
“Bitch face?” Ruto then enquired.
“Amelia’s name for Layla,” I informed him making him shrug his shoulders and agree,
“Mmm, that fits.”
“What kind of bike?” Clay asked this time and I suddenly wanted this conversation over with.
“A fucking dirt bike, alright!” I snapped making them both grin at each other.
“Right, well if you two have had your fun pointing out the fucking obvious, Clay, get the box and my sword to my private vault. Ruto, call a meeting, I need to get her settled first, but I want you all to be ready to discuss our next move,” I ordered, this time making them both really grin, and as I reached inside the car and lifted my beautiful bundle into my arms, Ruto asked,
“And our next move would be?” This was when I granted them both one more look before saying on a growl,
“My fucking revenge.”
Amelia
Chapter 11
Bruised Ego
“Finally, you’re home, sweetheart.”
The second I heard Lucius’ voice whisper in my head, my eyes snapped open. I found myself in a room I had never been in before and quickly bolted upright, moaning in pain as I did. This was thanks to my bruised stomach. Fortunately, the room wasn’t too dark, as someone had left on what looked like a bathroom light. Which meant I could also see enough to tell me that it looked as though I was in a hotel room, making me wonder if Lucius had pulled over somewhere before we had made it to his castle.
Maybe he saw that I had fallen asleep and decided it was best to wait until morning. But then again, he also seemed pretty Hell bent on getting me there and with my safety being his main concern, it now had me questioning if I wasn’t already at Königssee.
I glanced around the room again and winced because when I scrunched my face up it hurt. Damn it but I really needed to start remembering about these stupid bruises! I also wondered where Lucius could be and why he had left.
I hated to feel needy here, but I did kind of just wake up in a place I had no clue as to where I was. And other than waking with his voice in my head, then I had been expecting a little more than just dumping me in some room somewhere and walking out the door. But then again, knowing Lucius, he probably had people to kill or at the very least, order to be killed. Well, he was my handsome blood thirsty warrior man after all, I thought with a smirk.
But still, despite this argument in his defense I was having with myself, I had to say, it was a hit to my ego.
“Well, there is only one thing for it,
” I said aloud before whipping back the covers and finding that other than my leather jacket, I was still wearing my stolen goods. I found this odd also, as I was sure Lucius would have wanted to get me out of these clothes as soon as he could.
In the end, I shrugged my shoulders and got up, ignoring the aches and pains my body was trying to complain about and padded over (as my boots were also gone) towards one of the windows. However, I soon discovered this was a pointless endeavor, as it offered me nothing. I then gave up squinting at the glass and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the door fully, which then managed to flood the room full of light and now offered me a better view of the space.
It also meant that I could find the light switch, which unsurprisingly was by the door. I raised the lights, as they were on a dimmer switch. This made not only the spotlights on the ceiling illuminate but also a feature wall that had a recess above it that cast a soft white glow downwards. This wall was covered in what looked like reclaimed wooden panels that had been painted with the black and white silhouette of a winter forest. Only with the light now shining down on it, ended up giving it a cool 3D effect.
The rest of the room was neutral colours, with dove grey walls and white and grey bedding, with a dark grey comforter covering the bottom of the bed. The bed was a plain wooden frame, one whitewashed to match the bedside tables. There was a large black rug on the floor underneath the bed so this was the first thing your feet touched when getting up in the morning, not the light grey tiled floor.
The bed also faced a floor to ceiling window that at first glance you would have believed might have been a door onto a balcony. However, it wasn’t and the view outside could have been facing a stone wall for how dark it was.
I decided to check out the bathroom and found it mirrored the bedroom décor. Grey tiles, white bowl sink, white roll top bath and slightly darker grey tiles in the shower. The only difference was like the rug in the bedroom, there was a single statement of black.
It was the onyx stone vanity top, one that the sink sat on top of as an overly large bowl. Once again, it looked like something you would have found in a fancy hotel and right now, after what I had been through, it was like finding Heaven. Especially when all I wanted to do was strip naked and wash every inch of my body until I no longer smelled like river water, weed and leather.
So, I did just that.
Of course, getting naked now and I had no choice but to see the damage for myself thanks to the large white framed mirror over the sink. I turned one way and then the other to see it was worse than I first thought. For starters, there was actually a boot shaped bruise forming sideways on my stomach and just under my breasts. But there was also a bruise on my upper thigh which looked to have grown in size and one on my elbow from my fall. But there were also a few on my back, both by my shoulders and one just above my backside. I remembered that the one on my shoulders must have been from when he threw me to the wall. And the other must have been from when that bastard had held me down to the floor with his knee to my back.
Gods, but Lucius was going to freak!
This certainly made me get in the shower quicker, trying to get done and maybe wrapped in one of the robes I could see on the shelf before he came back. I mean, this was Lucius we were talking about, so I doubted I could hide it for long. But right now, well I just didn’t have the strength left in me to deal with the angry Vamp.
But oh, Gods in Heaven, just feeling the heat of the water on my aches had me moaning aloud and staying under the water longer than what was needed. I did find myself having to be gentle when washing my hair, so as not to forget about the lump I had there, doing the same when washing my body in gentle circles around my bruises. I also washed my face with my fingertips, even though I would have loved to have given it a good scrub. But hey, it was most definitely better than smelling as I did, even if I was now washing away the evidence of Lucius which he had demanded I leave behind.
I had to say but even the idea of washing him from my skin felt as if I was committing a sin, no matter how uncomfortable it had been in the car. But this was overridden by how much of a turn on it had been. It was so possessive and primal, it made me wish I had the time to pleasure myself whilst in the shower just thinking about it. Admittedly, I even checked to see if the shower head came off the wall but unfortunately not. Damn it, but what was with me since being with Lucius? Could I not even go a few hours without an orgasm!
Gods, but the man was addictive.
But then should I really be surprised? I mean this was Lucius I was talking about. The man I had been obsessing over like some religious cult I had unknowingly signed up to years ago. I laughed at the thought and turned off the water, purposely ignoring my sexual frustration. Then, after stepping from the shower and as I was reaching for my towel was when I heard it.
An angry growl.
It was one I knew well, so when my head eventually braved looking up, I knew what I would find before I found it.
“Lucius?” I whispered his name in question the moment I saw him stood in the doorway panting like some wild beast. He had both hands on the door frame and it was as if this was helping in holding him back. The rest of his body was leant forward beyond the frame in an intimidating way and one that made the large muscles at his shoulders and arms stretch the fabric to near splitting.
Gods, but what was it about this man that made his casual clothes look beyond amazing on him. The dark denim that molded to his perfectly muscular thighs, the belt buckle that was just slightly bigger than regular but not overly stated like some wannabe cowboy. Then there was the way his black T shirt was molded to his muscular frame, like a second skin. One that was now raised slightly from the position of his arms that allowed me a tantalizing strip of skin to be seen at his waist. A strip of skin that was teasing me with the abundance of muscle and solid abs I knew were there barely hiding underneath.
Then there was the powerhouse of a man above all this in the sheer mass of upper body strength I could now see was barely holding himself in check. Even the doorframe started to give way in his hold, and I knew in that dangerous look of his, that he barely even registered the fact. Because that deadly gaze was rooted elsewhere and it wasn’t at my face, but at my body.
“Lose the towel,” he ordered, his voice strained and tight. I looked down at myself to see in fact he was right, I was now holding it to my front as if at some point my body reacted on its own accord in self-preservation. I looked back up at him in surprise, before my eyes changed and spoke of something more. A pleading, beseeching way that asked him silently not to do this. Because as much as I would have liked to have thought his reaction was one done out of arousal, I knew it wasn’t.
It was one bred from rage.
Because I knew what he had seen beneath this towel and that was the full extent of my injuries. A sight that had him seething mad and had quickly warped his once silver grey eyes into crimson pools of fire. Which was why I decided to add words to my gaze,
“Please Lucius, don’t do this”
“I said, lose the fucking towel!” he snapped back making me sigh and look down at myself knowing that there was no use in denying him. Not when he was like this and as much as I hated what I was about to show him, he would see it eventually. So, I did as I was told and let the fabric fall from my grasp, leaving my wet, bare bruised body for him to see.
I also heard the curse word being hissed from his lips, but I still couldn’t look at him. I wasn’t brave enough, not after tonight. But then I felt his presence get close and before I even had chance to move, his finger and thumb was gripping my chin and he was forcing my head back.
“Look at me,” he demanded, at least somewhat softer this time. Which was why I did as he asked and looked. His eyes, even though still blood red and burning, at least managed to soften slightly or enough to know that he was capable even in his rage of being gentle with me.
“Amelia, my sweet, adorable girl…I…fuck…I am so sorry.” He whispered this
last part after first hissing the curse, and I swear I did a double take. Because I swear I just heard him apologize? But why? Why would he…oh, and finally this was when it hit me. I knew why he was furious. As yes, he no doubt wanted to kill the bastards that did this to me all over again, but right now, he was more angry with himself. Which was why I raised a hand to his cheek and stroked the pad of my thumb under his eye before doing the same across his lips. Then I told him in a soft voice,
“You have nothing to be sorry for, honey.” At this he closed his eyes and lowered his head to mine, holding himself utterly still and immobile. Doing so without touching me as if now he was afraid to. As if he would only end up hurting me more than what he irrationally believed he had. Then he confessed his thoughts and Gods, my heart broke for him,
“I took you hard…took you rough.” Of course, he was referring to the gas station.
“It’s okay, honestly you didn’t…”
“No! You don’t get to do that, Amelia,” he snapped making me flinch before I asked,
“Don’t get to do what?”
“You don’t get to ease my suffering when it is only yours that matters here.” I frowned at this before pulling back slightly, something he allowed because he still wouldn’t hold me.
“Why is it mine that only matters and excuse me, but I think you will find I was screaming my release right alongside you in that store, or did you forget…or better still, did you momentarily go deaf because of them?” I snapped making him growl,
“I could never forget.”
“Good, that means you will also remember, did I once ask you to stop?”
“Amelia.” My name was said in reprimand, but I was having none of it.
“Other than when you decided to try and freeze my ass off?” I added making his lips twitch, but I didn’t get the full smile that I had aimed for, as they soon turned back into a hard line.
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