Sancte Diaboli: Part One (The Elite Kings Club Book 6)
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Quickly dressing and making my way to my side of the bed, I pull the covers back while Brantley looks up at me from his phone. His chest is bare, exposing the tattoo over his left pec, his hair a messy pile on the top of his head.
“What?” His tone is less patient, and I already know he’s in a foul mood.
I pick up my brush from the bedside table and run it through my hair. “Tell me about the first girl you had sex with.”
His mouth opens, and then closes, and then opens. “No.” Then he goes back to his phone.
I slide into the cool sheets, relishing in how they feel against my smooth, exposed skin. Turning on my side to face him, I tuck my hands under my cheek. “What does it feel like?” I know he’s already in a grumpy mood, but that literally has never bothered me.
His eyes focus in front of him, as if he’s taking a few seconds to collect himself, before they collide with me. “What the fuck do you mean? Go to sleep.”
“I mean, what does it feel like?” I run my tongue over my lip.
“It’s fucking painful for you, so don’t get any ideas. Go to sleep.”
“Really?” I ignore his commands to sleep. “Well.” I yawn, closing my eyes. “I, for one, can’t wait to see what all the hype is abou—”
The words barely leave me before fingers are around my cheeks, squeezing so hard my lips pucker. Slowly, I peel my eyes back open lazily, and if I could smile, I would. I’m faced head-on with wrath. Eyes wild, lips snarled, and veins pulsing through the soft flesh of his neck.
“First of all, don’t fucking play with me, because you will always lose, and secondly, no one, and I mean no one, will ever come close enough to be able to fuck you.”
He releases my cheeks, shoving my head back into the pillow roughly.
“Wrong,” I say, suddenly that same anger is bubbling below the surface of my skin. The lighting in the room is the same, so low it’s almost a dark burgundy. “You are always that close.”
Silence, his eyes still on mine, and just when I think he’s going to snap at me again, he throws his head back and laughs so hard his hand has to go to his belly. “Go to fucking sleep, Dea. I’m not fucking you.”
I absently hear my phone vibrate on the bedside table but ignore it. I know I shouldn’t look too much into his words, but I can’t help it. They’ve already sunken into the areas of my brain that won’t let anything go and are staying there.
“Eli would…” I whisper, rolling onto my back. I don’t even catch the moment it happens, but instantly his body is covering mine, the heaviness of it pressing me into the mattress, his hand covering my mouth with one leg between mine.
“Say it one more time.” His voice is low, dropping to a level I’ve never heard. “Go on, do it.” He releases my mouth, his lips grazing mine. “I fucking dare you.”
I bore my eyes into his, the will to not back down too strong to submit right now, and with the rejection still an open wound, I feel like being brutally honest. Not to shock him, or because I’m being reckless, but because it’s the truth. I know it, he knows it, Eli knows it. Though I know it’s not something I should be proud of, since I get the feeling it wouldn’t take much to have Eli jump into bed with you, but I say it anyway, because again, it’s the truth.
“Eli. Would. Fuck. Me.”
Before I can even cringe at the crass word leaving my mouth, his teeth have sunk into the side of my neck and I yelp in pain, my fingernails sinking into his back.
“Brantley!” I meant to yell at him, but it leaves my mouth confused.
My eyes close and I move my other leg. I almost think he’s going to fight it, but he doesn’t, sliding his leg over mine so both of them are between my thighs. I wrap them around his waist, the pain in my neck long since being replaced by his tongue circling slowly. He brings his head up, his nose against mine. I catch the red smudge on his upper lip, but I don’t think anything of it.
“You’re a fucking pain in my ass,” he growls, and before he can slide off me again and go back to being the corpse he is ninety-nine percent of the time, I lean up, wrap my arms around the back of his neck, and press my lips against his.
His body stiffens, but I don’t release. It’s not until I carefully run the tip of my tongue across the slit between his lips that he snaps, opening and kissing me back. His tongue is against mine, sliding together as our lips move in perfect rhythm, as if they’ve done this before. As if they’ve been starved of each other for centuries and are finally reunited. He swells between my thighs and my hips tilt, a thick throb penetrating all of the sensitive areas that are already well acquainted with what he can do.
A soft grumble vibrates off his lips, but I swallow the sounds. I fight with his protesting and push him further toward the edge. I want him to let go. Need him to.
Our kiss doesn’t stop. It has to be the longest ever recorded. The slow strokes sensual enough to charge my heart in my chest but filled with enough passion to drown me. Finally, he pulls back, resting his forehead on mine while he latches his hands around my wrists and pins them above my head.
He rolls his hips into me. “Saint.”
My name. The name he chose before I even knew how to speak, he spoke before I knew. It conjures every bit of my untouched soul, and I know I would do anything he asks. He could use my submission as a whip and beat me senseless.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, my nails sliding down his back, over all of his muscles.
“You don’t want this.”
“Brantley…” I reach up and kiss him softly. Just once. Not deeply and with no tongue, just a simple kiss. I rest back against my pillow and burn my eyes into his. “I’m seventeen. Old enough to know what I want right now. I do not want this to be with anyone else.”
His lips do a half-smile, displaying a sliver of his white teeth. “But that’s just the thing.” His head dips as he drags his teeth over my bottom lip before coming back up to glare down at me. “There will never be anyone else.”
I ignore what those words mean. I’m a burden to him on the best of days, I’m sure he’s just saying that because he has to. Because he has always needed to reassure me that I have someone, since he knows I’ve always had no one.
“I’m okay with that…” I swallow past the excitement that’s climbing up my throat. “If you are.”
His mouth is back on my neck, his tongue running over it while he sinks his teeth back into where it throbs. His other hand comes to my leg, spreading it wider as his head dips lower, his tongue following his lead. My shorts and cami are torn off, and I’m lying on the bed naked, as he leans on one elbow, his muscles flexing to hold his weight.
He looks up at me from beneath his featherlike lashes, his swollen lips curving. “No fucking take-backs.”
I spread my legs farther, accentuating my decision. “Deal.”
His head disappears beneath the bedding and warmth covers me between my legs. I hold my breath, but as soon as his tongue circles my clit, my fingers fly to his hair and my knees widen. His hand rests on my belly, pressing me into the bed as he slows his pace. Every flick pushes me closer to the edge. When he wraps his fingers around my upper thighs and pulls me farther into his mouth, my core explodes and my mind spins from the throbbing that consumes me. Stars explode, little colored dots dancing behind the back of my eyes. My orgasm pulses in waves, pushing me closer and closer to the shoreline, but instead of running up to the sand, I swim back out to the ocean, fishing for my next pull. His lips detach from me and starting from my hip, he begins a torturous pattern of lick, suck, and kiss. His teeth sink into my bone and I yelp, but grind my hips farther against him, needing more. I’ve always known how to give myself an orgasm, I think I learned at a young age. But what he does is different. Having his touch on me, so possessive and controlling, yet skilled and demanding, is enough to shove my frail body over the edge all over again.
He nibbles on my belly, before his lips are locked around my nipple, sucking on it roughly and lighting a fire
that rages straight to my clit. Biting down on my small nub, he sucks it between his teeth before detaching and leaning on one arm, staring down at me. His lips are even more swollen now.
“You still want to do this?” His mouth turns up into a curve, his eyes with more life inside of them than I have ever seen before.
“Yes? Did you think if you got me off that I wouldn’t?”
He chuckles, running the tip of his finger over the ache on my neck. “I’m going to hurt you.” His eyes come up to mine, his pupils dilating. “And I’m going to like it.”
I hook my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to my face. “Then hurt me.”
He lowers his mouth onto mine and I open, allowing his tongue to slide between my lips. The faint taste of my release on the tip of his tongue. He moves over me, unbuckling his jeans and tugging them off. His knees sink into the mattress as he looks down, tilting his head. His eyes fall to my breasts, and then trail down my stomach and to everything else in between. His hand disappears inside his boxers, and for a brief second, I’m speechless. This beautifully haunted man is going to actually have sex with me. I don’t know of his reputation, so I don’t know if this is a new thing for him or if he beds girls often, but it doesn’t matter because he’s in bed with me.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, and instantly I peer up at him. “Don’t look down until after. You hear?”
Excitement tingles in my belly, but then finds its friend, anxiety. Was that a threat?
I shuffle beneath him while nodding. “Okay.”
Eleven piercings. I pause.
He lowers himself down on top of me, his fingers wrapping around my chin to tilt my face to his. “This isn’t a promise. I don’t do any fucking girl drama, nor am I interested in having a girlfriend. You sure you still want my dick inside you?”
I tilt my hips up until I feel the tip of his smooth cock caress my slick entrance. “I’m sure.”
He lowers his mouth to mine. “Kiss me. It’ll distract you from the pain. Tear my fucking back up if you need, but you’ll be licking those wounds once you’re done.” His tongue slides over my lower lip and I’m instantly lost in the haze of our kiss again. Our tongues intertwining together in a fury of chaos, as I grind against him.
He rubs the tip over my slit while breathing out a growl. I feel the faint coolness of a metal ball, but ignore it, my panting and kiss becoming more and more demanding as I find myself reaching for that climb. My legs widen, and my kiss slows. I’m just about to tilt my hips again when he pushes inside of me with force.
My teeth sink into the cushion of his bottom lip as I cry out in pain, my nails clawing at his back. He pushes one last time with more power than before until the pressure I’m feeling explodes with a deep click as his pelvis presses against my clit. Everything is on fire, the burning almost unbearable.
He stops the kiss, looking down at me. “Tell me when you’re good to go.”
Tears prick the corner of my eyes. Everything stings. It is not like the movies at all. I’m filled to the hilt, while everything south manages to scream in pain. It feels like he murdered my pussy. Literally. The tears don’t fall, because as soon as I feel my body release the pain, I rub my clit against him again. An inner battle begins inside of me. The fight for pleasure and the reality of pain, but when they mix together…
A moan slips from my mouth as I grind against him again, the burning slowly merging into a climb I’ve come to love. My clit throbs with hunger, chasing the thrill of the big swoop from my arousal. Need. Want.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck. I’m trying really hard not to lose my shit and tear you apart. Gonna need your help. You wanna pull out for me?”
I shake my head. “No. You do it.”
He bites on my jawline while slowly withdrawing his cock from my tightness.
“Fuck!” I scream so loud I’m surprised no one rushes into the room.
It’s like being cut open and then dousing the wound with alcohol. The pain is agonizing, but the pleasure once again washes in. It’s confusing. But I like it. He slams into me again, and this time the scream dissolves and turns more into a moan. The pain is still simmering on the surface, but the pleasure is too strong. He’s too good. Too right. He pushes in and pulls out, his teeth sinking into my neck, erupting sharp stings everywhere. His fingers dig into my thighs when the second orgasm tears out of me. This one was a little messier than the first. Sweat is blistering off my body, my hair matted to my cheeks. He continues to grind inside of me until he finds a speed that we both move to.
“Fuck.” His lips come to mine, his tongue on the tip. “Taste that?”
I do. My lips move faster as I suck his tongue into my mouth.
“Hungry bitch.” He pulls out before I can catch my third orgasm, his head disappearing and his teeth finding my sternum. He trails down and down… when he reaches my clit, he sucks it back into his mouth.
“Oh shit!” My back arches off the bed with my hands on my breasts.
He sucks, licks, and drinks up all of my moans, swallowing my pleasure like it’s a shot of whiskey. Moving lower, my fingers find his hair. I feel the slither of his tongue slip over my inner thigh, before landing back on my clit.
“Brantley,” I whimper. “No.”
“Shut up. Don’t tell me no.” Finally, he moves back up my body, and when he’s finally above me, he laughs, his fangs sticking out the sides with fresh blood around his lips. “What’s the matter, baby?” His face drops closer to mine. “Scared?”
My mouth closes.
He lowers his to mine while driving his cock back inside of me. I wince from the pain, but I’m too distracted with the intense energy he’s projecting onto me to really care right now.
He licks his lips. “Kiss me.” He thrusts inside of me slowly, rubbing my clit with his pelvic bone. I feel the bumps of metal inside of me now, like the sensitivity is setting in.
Piercings! Oh my God. I gave my virginity to the Devil.
“I—” His lips hover over mine, my thighs clenching together as my eyes roll to the back of my head when I catch the next build. I lean up and kiss him. The pungent taste of metal coats my mouth, but I don’t let go because my body is rolling, caught in a riptide of pleasure that doesn’t want to release me. I feel my soul leave my body when my legs shake and soft cries escape from my mouth and enter his.
He hisses, biting down on my lip as his hand comes to my throat. “Next time I fuck you. It won’t be like this.” He sucks my lip into his mouth, groaning through his release. “It’ll be so much fucking worse.” Then he collapses on top of me, his cock throbbing, expanding my walls and filling me with hot liquid.
I bury my nose in his hair and rest my eyes for a second, but before I know it, everything goes black.
I wake, my limbs aching and my eyes peeling open. Lifting the sheet, I peek underneath to see the blood smudges between my legs. My cheeks flush. Oh shit. I bite on my lower lip to stop from smiling.
I won.
I didn’t even have to do what Bishop said I should do; I just had to tease him with something as immature as saying someone else would have sex with me. I shift my legs to swing over the edge of the bed when I wince, the pain rocking my body so hard I almost spin out.
There’s a knock on the door before it’s being pushed open and Tillie’s pink hair is taking up the space. I can’t tell how far along she is anymore, because her bump is so small and cute.
“Jesus…” Her face pales as she shuts the door and makes her way to the bed. “What did he do to you!”
“What?” I ask, pushing up from the bed but yelping when the pain vibrates through me even worse than before. It’s not just between my legs now, it’s everywhere.
“I’ll run you a bath…” Tillie ducks behind the wall before I hear the rush of water spraying into the tub. “People will start coming in today, and I need to prepare you for tonight.”
“What’s happening?” I ask, finally pushing through the pain an
d standing on my feet. I open the bedside drawer and find painkillers, popping them out of the foil and throwing the others back, while clutching the debased sheet around my body.
I lean against the wall in the bathroom, Tillie’s back turned to me. She’s pouring salts and scents into the tub that fill the room with sweet hints of lavender and playful notes of bubble gum. “I don’t know, that’s the problem. Something is happening, I can feel it in my bones. They only ever bring us out here when something is about to happen that they don’t want gaining attention.”
Sighing, I make my way to the edge of the tub and she looks up at me from the other side.
“You slept with him?”
I nod. “I did.”
She groans, turning the faucet off and swirling the bubbles around in the bath. “Your first time should not have involved all those piercings.” Then her eyes drop to my neck. “Jesus Christ. Don’t tell me. He’s also a vampire…” She rolls her eyes, flicking her fingers down my body. “Hop in. I’ll turn around.”
I drop the sheet before she turns, unfazed by my nudity. Dipping my toes into the warm water, I sigh as my muscles begin to relax. “I don’t have any issues being naked around people.”
Tillie snorts, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. “If I didn’t find you so adorable right now, I’d be swearing about all of the bruises, bite marks, and finger marks around your neck and body.”
I ignore her, taking slow, deep breaths as I leisurely slip beneath the water.
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming when the water touches my every wound, erupting an entire band of stinging. Squeezing my eyes closed, I slowly lean back against the tub and blow out a steady breath as the stinging starts to dissipate and transform into relief. “It’s okay,” I whisper, reaching for the soap. Tillie comes in behind me and scoots me down, lifting a random cup and pouring it over my hair.
“You liked it?” she asks, but it’s not in a way that I feel judged, more making sure that it was consensual.
I did. I liked it a lot. There was something about him tasting me everywhere. It did things to me that it probably shouldn’t. Bad things. My cheeks flush. “I really did.”