Page 13 of Divine Violence
And that message… I wanted to laugh out loud. They thought they could lure me here with a pretty dress and do whatever the fuck they wanted to.
We’d all heard stories about Quell Island and the poor, young women who were given one chance, one night, to live the life they always dreamed of having.
Whoever had sent it had no idea who they were inviting to their little soiree. They had no idea that the Devil often looked like lost, young girls, waiting to be swept off their feet. And even though I wanted that, I wanted happiness and love, it wasn’t going to happen tonight.
It definitely wasn’t going to happen with any of these people.
“Everyone is leaving the boat,” Alexander continued when I just kept staring at him. “Are you ready to go?”
My hands itched both from the need to touch him, to forget what every nerve ending in my body screamed at me to do, and from the need to open this knife and to stab him in his heart.
Losing myself to the primal instincts wouldn’t bode well for me, and instead, I lifted my dress and tucked the knife back into its place.
I didn’t miss the way Alexander’s eyes focused on my bare legs, nor the flaring of his nostrils as I lifted my dress higher and higher. Maybe it was the anger seeping through the cracks, but I wanted to play.
I kept my eyes on him, drinking every smooth line, every muscle straining against his tuxedo, and repositioned myself on the bench, fully facing him. My dress was already on top of my thighs, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted him to lose control.
I wanted them all to lose control, to go wild, insane, just like me. I yearned to feel him tremble under my hands, to feel his energy mingling with mine.
Spreading my legs, I pulled the tulle fabric higher and higher, until it rested around my hips. My fingers danced on the bare skin of my legs, touching and taunting, breaking that stubborn line on his forehead as he kept watching.
“What are you doing?” Alexander asked, his voice guttural, matching the fire burning in my veins.
Throwing my head back, I let the hoodie fall off my head, freeing my hair for the first time tonight. “I’m playing a game,” I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. “Would you like to play with me?” I let the question roll off my tongue as I looked at him.
“Echo,” he all but growled, taking a small step forward as if he wasn’t in control of his own body.
His hands flexed, fighting for control, but I didn’t want control. Not tonight.
“Play with me, Alexander,” I purred. “Come,” I called for him and removed the jacket from my shoulders.
“Stop it,” he bit out, but the resolve was slowly disappearing from his eyes. He might have wanted to be a better person than me, but there was no denying that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“Please,” I moaned as I pressed my fingers against my clit, rubbing it in circles. My panties covered me from his eyes, but the wetness pooling from my core as I rocked against my hand would soon destroy them. “I need you,” I murmured, and that was all it took.
Seconds barely passed before he crossed the small distance between us, positioning himself between my legs. His face was aligned with my crotch, but I couldn’t see his expression because of that fucking mask.
“Remove the mask,” I pleaded. “Please.”
The tick in his jaw was prominent, but he did what I asked. With smooth movements, he untied the ribbon and pulled the mask off his face.
If I thought he was stunning before, it was nothing compared to fully seeing him.
Dark eyebrows cast a shadow over his pale, blue eyes that were getting darker and darker with every passing second. His expression was one of hunger, of need mirroring my own, and no matter how this started or why I did this, I wanted this man.
I lifted my other hand, slowly, so fucking slowly, as if he would bolt if I rushed any of my movements, and pressed it against his cheek, almost giggling as his stubble tickled my palm.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed out, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
His eyes fluttered closed, leaning into my touch. If it wasn’t for the wickedness hanging above our heads, I would’ve enjoyed this moment a lot more. But softness didn’t have a place here tonight. It wasn’t invited to this funeral for souls. As if he knew, he pushed my hand away from my pussy and dove, inhaling my scent.
Alexander gripped my knee with his other hand and pushed it further apart. His teeth clamped down on my now soaked panties, pulling them away from my feverish skin. There was an inferno fighting to escape me.
Energy cracked between us as he ripped my panties off my body and pulled my knees over his shoulders.
I knew what was about to come, but I never expected the jolt I would get as he lapped at my folds, feasting on me like a man starved. His tongue ran from my clit to my opening, while his hands gripped my thighs.
