My body tried to open more to accommodate him. The muscles felt wonderful being stretched so far, but at the same time, it hurt a little.
He kept at a furious pace; filling me and then almost exiting completely. Our juices were mixed together easing his passage as he pulled out.
Turing me over, he grabbed my hips and rammed himself into me from behind. I cried out loudly in pleasure. He grabbed one of my arms and started at a harder pace.
The sounds of our bodies hitting against each other made me arch into each thrust. Lewd noises escaped my throat. I looked back at Dominick. His face held a savage concentration. Whatever constraints he’d put on himself were gone.
Moans came from us both as Dominick kept hammering me with at a relentless tempo. My body's fluids helped make the fit less uncomfortable, and instincts took over as my hips matched his rhythm. He dropped my arm and used both hands to grab my hips. He lifted me so that my knees no longer touched the bed.
Dominick wasn't stooped over anymore. The pace became more furious. Strokes in and out almost merged, as he drove his hard shaft into me.
My breasts felt fuller than normal. The weight of them moving to the rhythm and rubbing on the sheets had my nipples staying hard. My long wavy hair fell to the side of my head as I watched Dominick.
Gone was the man in control with a constant frown. He’d been replaced by a crazed beast with golden heat shining in his eyes. He rubbed me up and down on his shaft while pulling out and slamming in. My body felt bruised and full but tightened. The muscles in my most intimate part tensed.
He stopped, shouting as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Everything went white as my body spasmed around him. As I contracted around him, he released inside me. Just as my body felt the release of tension, the heat filling me dripped out causing more waves of pleasure to rock my body.
I clenched at the bed sheets, twisting my body on his shaft.
Breathing heavily, he turned me over and put me back on the bed with incredible tenderness. He spread my legs and looked at the cream leaking from it. A primal noise came from him.
Leaning down to his elbows, he kissed me. The kiss was passionate with the fierceness it had held prior to our having sex. His tongue explored my mouth leisurely. His hand played with me, pressing into the juices, and then pinching my bud.
Another orgasm rushed through my sore body. Dominick kept kissing me, while my body lifted up to meet his fingers. As the spasms faded, he moved away.
I panted and looked at him with wonder.
His smile warmed his face. He propped on one elbow, looking at me with one hand resting on my mound. "Did you know that your irises glow blue when you come?" His voice was husky and affectionate.
"It has never come up," I replied in a voice that sounded like I'd been screaming at a rock concert.
His smile deepened, and he lied down and pulled me into his arms. "So, do you regret your choice?"
It was my turn to grin. I said, "No." I kissed him lightly.
Holding me he kissed me back, pressing my aching chest against his.
I moaned.
He moved me away still smiling. His grin became mischievous, "Let's take a bath."
I nodded, but a loud thumping knock interrupted us.
"Hey, D, it's work," Alec's voice was harsh.
A blush spread up from my breasts. Had Alec heard us having sex?
Dominick pulled me in for a quick kiss, and then he released me. He stood up.
"Hang on, Alec," his voice was still husky.
I put the covers over myself. Dominick grabbed a towel that was on a towel rack in his room and put it on his waist.
He opened the door and spoke in Czech to Alec.
I couldn't see them, but I could hear their voices. Alec's voice had a bite to it.
I frowned. More secrets.
Pushing myself up, I felt relaxed.
I wasn't someone who had experimented with my own sexuality in high school or college. I'd had a friend named Chrissy in college who’d once said that anyone past puberty who says that they don't masturbate is lying.
I had never masturbated and thought that Chrissy's idea was seriously flawed. Not everyone awakens to sex at the same time.
For me, Max had been my first experience with desire. The pain of his betrayal and the rape had left me with little interest in sex.
Then I decided to feel normal and have an adult relationship. Roth had been a willing partner. But it had ended poorly.
Then I'd bumped into Dominick, and everything I'd been suppressing had resurfaced.
Kian made me want him, but my heart longed for Dominick. Being able to choose Dominick and feel his passion for me helped heal the wounds left from Max. No matter what Kian did to me from this point on, he could not change the fact that I'd chosen Dominick and Dominick had chosen me.
I smiled widely, then frowned listening to the voices of Alec and Dominick. They were arguing, partially in English. It was like Czech sprinkled with English words. My name kept coming up. Crap. The voices faded. Getting up, things leaked from me.
I grabbed a towel that was in a wooden basket of them by the bedside. Using it to dab between my legs, Alec came in.
He saw me by the bed with a towel between my legs.
I felt my body grow hot with embarrassment.
Alec roared with rage. He came over, his eyes were golden fire.
The towel fell as I took a step back.
Alec said in a low voice, "I thought you were special."
His brows were drawn. He moved towards me, and he was no longer the sweet, playful Alec.
He wore shorts and a tee shirt covered in sweat. The muscles in his arms flexed and twitched. He had a bloodied lip and bruised cheek. It felt like his animosity would strip the flesh from my bones.
I almost stepped backward again.
"Did you want me to hear?" His long body moved, so he blocked any escape.
I stood my ground.
He bent over, so we were eye to eye, "Did you get off imagining me listening?" His jaw was tense, "You are just another slut." His fist hit the wall, shaking it as it made a hole through the wallpaper and drywall.
I flinched.
"I should have known you were just another woman eager to spread her legs." Smells of jasmine and curry came from his breath. He spit the words out. "For my brother.”
Alec’s eyes were swirls of molten gold as he sneered. “You aren’t special. Just Dominick’s woman of the month.” Anguish and indignation lit his eyes.
Leaning in his lips almost touched mine, "Once he grows bored with you, like he always does, my door might not be open."
I backed up and hit the nightstand.
Alec followed, staying the same close distance to me. He moved his lips to my ear, "Maybe you’d like to compare how we fuck."
I wrapped my left wrist with my right hand behind my back, resisting the urge to punch Alec. Fluids leaked out, dripping down my leg.
Alec watched it. His lips touched my ear, "Whore." Turning, he walked away.
My heart pounded from hurt and rage. My throat hurt, and my eyes burned. My fists hurt and begged to stop the threat. I breathed in and grabbed the sheet to cover up as Alec shut the door.
I headed to the attached bathroom, in a daze. I was grateful it was on the opposite side of the room as the door to the hallway. I started the shower, as I felt more fluids dripping out.
Grabbing a washcloth from the towel rack I hopped into the shower and used the bodywash there. It smelled like tea tree oil and citrus.
I washed thoroughly, twice before getting out. I used Dominick’s blow drier on my hair. My body had healed even the bruising from sex, and I had no marks on my body.
My stomach growled slightly as I put on my clothes.
There was no sign of Dominick. I went downstairs to his office, but he wasn't there. Deciding to leave, I headed for my purse and phone. Alec stood in the foyer.
His head rested on the wall. His black and
lavender hair wa slicked back, still wet from bathing.
I couldn't meet his eyes. I'd been pretty clueless and naive. I’d thought he was kind; a nice guy. I grabbed my boots, shoving my feet into them. I could feel Alec watching.
Ignoring him, I looked at my phone. New voicemail. Dominick's voice sounded normal. "Dianna. I'm at work. Avoid Alec. Your car is in the drive."
No, ‘I care about you.’ No, ‘I miss you.’ No, ‘sorry I had to go, but this is why.’
I put the phone away and took out my keychain. I snuck a peek at Alec.
His eyes were still glittering with wrath.
I wanted to shout at him I wasn’t a whore or a slut, but the words were stuck in my throat. I’d been with Roth less than two weeks ago. Maybe I was dirty.
I turned and left the house, fighting the urge to run.
So much for afterglow. And hang on, Dominick’s girl for the month?
Chapter Thirty-Four
The sun had set, and it was close to seven. At the apartment eating my delivery feast of kimchi and salmon sashimi, I thought about everything happening.
One: Dominick and I had sex. I wasn’t sure I wanted a round two. I’d wanted to feel good, but now it felt wrong.
Two: I needed to avoid Alec.
Three: fallen angels were real.
Four: the Shadowed Man had the disc.
Five, I needed to avoid Kian. Maybe even move.
Six: I still had no clues on the nature of the disc. What was the writing, who had made it, or why demons would want or need it?
And lucky number seven: I wasn't if Beleth and the living nightmare weren't behind the Music Man Murders. After all, they'd been after some specific music disc.
As I ate, I hoped Dominick felt for me at least in part what I did for him. His strong body, I shivered remembering the feeling of him inside me. Wait a second, Dominick had cum inside me. We hadn't talked about protection.
I went on the pill before starting a relationship with Roth, but that wouldn't protect me from an STD. I hit my head a couple times with my hand. What had I been thinking?
Sighing, I wondered what I'd been thinking to not demand protection. Was that just me being a slut?
Getting my black leather crossover bag picked up to put on the wall peg, I noticed something. The back zipper on it was partially undone, and something was in it. A black velvet bag held a small, shinning, silver dagger. It was maybe a four inches long. There was a note on printer paper.
‘Keep this blessed blade with you.’
I held the blade in my hand. I trained with tonfas. Using a blade, especially a small one, was different. It was small enough to pass for a letter opener. I stashed it inside my jacket's inner pocket.
I wonder what that meant. Blessed? But if the blade had a chance to harm the nightmare or a fallen angel, I'd take it.
Gathering my garbage, I grabbed my jacket and keys to take it out. I hated a smelly apartment. Exiting the back of the apartment, I walked towards the dumpster.
The alleyway had been designed to fit garbage and recycle vehicles, so it was wide enough for one way traffic. A dark, beat-up van stood at the end closest to me, and four men wearing jeans and leather exited.
This was becoming a habit.
"Come with us, Dianna," one of the men said. "We don't want any trouble."
The men suddenly all had skulls with barely any flesh and no eyes. The image of the skulls blurred over their human facade, looking super-imposed like a bad special effect.
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. I squinted as the skulls came into focus. All were different but had the same tight, strips of tight red-shaded flesh, and horns adorning the sides of their heads.
"You're causing us all a ton of trouble girl," said another. His voice had a lilt to it. "Get in, or we will hurt you."
Shaking my head, I tossed the bag of trash inside the dumpster. I asked, "Who are you?"
"You need to get in the van," said another.
"We are sick of the boss beating and killing us while you are out playing hero," said another.
"Who is your boss," I asked.
"Shut up bitch," said the one who had called me by name. His skull had smaller horns, and his skin was closer towards orange.
I grit my teeth. "You are worried about the wrong problem."
"Get in the van," said the second one.
Seeing skulls with no eyes speaking to me on human bodies, I wondered if my mind had finally broken. "You should be worried about me," I said.
Crouching slightly, my left leg lashed out smashing the orange skulled man into the wall. His head smashed against the bricks with a hard thwump noise.
One of the silent skull-men came up with what looked like a short metal rod with needles dripping a blue liquid at the end. It almost penetrated through my jacket as I kicked the first of them. Lady luck was on my side as I moved away, left with a small rip in the jacket and a scratch on my arm.
Another skull-face came up, his cattle prod shoved into my side.
I screamed as the currents ripped through every nerve.
Unlike the previous assholes, he stopped after a small jolt.
Blood red stained the alley as I stood up. Screaming in rage, I ran into him, smashing his skull into the alley. Bits of garbage and cigarette butts lay next to his head as I lifted it and slammed it back down.
As I pushed the now still creature away and stood up, one of the men stabbed me with the strange long needle.
The hit cut through my jeans, piercing my flesh. The drugs pushed into me, and the world shifted off its axis. I could still stand, but my brain and side felt like it was on fire from the inside. Red shifted into gray as everything seemed like it was on a tilt-a-whirl.
"Our boss wants you, he gets you," said one of the skull things.
"No!" I lashed out as I shouted, landing a blow on the side of his shoulder.
He stumbled back. "Inject her again!"
"Are you sure? If we kill her, he'll do worse than kill us."
"He is going nuts. More so than usual. The general is busy trying to raise the true king and ours is obsessing over some trim."
Shivers went down my spine. The true king? "The true king?" My balance wasn't great, but I managed to block two hits.
The skull-man I'd slammed into the wall got up and grabbed my arms from behind. The one who’d injected me refilled the long needle and slammed it into my arm.
"Like tranquin’ a feekin’ rhino," he complained.
The skull-man holding my arms said in a low voice near my face, "And the masses will fall, as the true king rises from flames, with his armies to lay waste to the sheep and their shepherds."
This sounded like he was quoting some cult's scripture. "Who is the true king," I asked. A primal part of me trembled at the answer.
"The first of the fallen," he replied. "But you don't need to worry about it. You just need to stay loose and on your back," he snickered.
My head slammed into his, and I heard a crunching noise. I’d been called a whore enough for one night.
His arms fell from around me.
There was only one name or being I could think of a general fallen angel like Beleth would serve. Lucifer, Satan, the Morning Star, or whatever name you labeled the evil, Beleth was going to bring hell on earth.
How could I stop it?
One man came from the front and another to my left side, so I dodged backwards in a roll. I flopped a bit at the end before standing. Whatever they were, men, demons, monsters, they moved almost as fast as I could.
As I tried to lift my arms to block, luck wasn't a lady, and one of the men hit me with that awful needle again. This time the blow put me in a squat, so I kicked out and upward at his knee.
His kneecap shattered under my boot causing the skull-faced man to scream in a high pitch. It rebounded off the alley's walls. The action cost me, and the feeling of being off-balance made me pause to vomit. Cotton filled my mouth as my limbs grew too heavy to move.
> Three of them stood. Healed. Faster than I could hope to beat them.
As the men approached with needles and cattle prods out, the light in the alley had a shadow pass over it.
They looked worried.
"Get her in the van," said one of the skull men.
"We should call the General," said one holding the needle. "He can reason with that thing."
The hairs on my body all rose, as the pressure shifted and shadows started to unfold from the corner by their van.
Terror and acid filled my throat. I didn't want to run from it anymore, but the Shadowed Man plus a crew of demons? Who else knew of the plot to raise the devil?
I had to get away. To tell Whisper. Tell Dominick. Maybe their order had something that could fight these bastards. Warmth spread out from my inner left jacket pocket.
The blessed blade.
I stood a chance. I'd take it.
The men pressed forward in a rush, metal poles extended. My body filled with peace as the demons came into focus. They had to be purged.
I jumped onto the one with the drug. Before landing, my hand grabbed he man’s arm and bent it to jab the long thin needle into his chest. He squealed and stopped moving.
Another of them grabbed my ankles. I reached back with the small blade, slashing at his fingers. It passed through his flesh and bones like a hot knife through butter.
An electric current slammed into my side at the same time more poison pushed into me, contracting my muscles. Spasming I fell off the man, my phone fell from my jean's back pocket. The contents of it smashed and scattered on the ground.
I lashed out, punching one of the men in the shin with the blade. The blade pushed through the skin and penetrated muscles underneath.
Two more jabs hit me at the same time, spreading the paralyzing agent and sent me to the ground.
The men kicked and punched at me as I lie immobile. The warmth disappeared as the blade clattered, lost under the dumpster.
"We should be able to move her now," said one. He grunted like he was hurt.
"Boss is going to kill us. We need to clean her up."
"Let's get her to him, and he can heal her."
Heal me? My mind tried to make sense of the spinning images. I tried to think and realized my eyelids wouldn't shut.
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