Page 16 of Claiming Starlight
She tried to squirm free. He gave her more of his weight, showing her that resistance was useless.
Chuckling at her twisting, he asked, “What do you think, little kitten? Did you think I’d be your pet junkyard dog? Did you think I would not take what I wanted? That I was a nice guy? Look at these pretty titties of yours. Tight little nips getting all red and swollen. Fuck. What a color.” He played until her nipples felt hot. Pinching and rubbing as tears escaped her eyes.
She babbled something. Noises.
“I want to hear something. Talk to me. Tell me who you. Tell me who you’re going to give this innocence up to that you were saving for those fucking vampir.” He demanded. He moved her again, pulled her closer, under his weight so that his face was near her chest, and he could nuzzle into her flesh. Mouth opening on her, she screamed when he sucked hard on the skin near her nipple.
“Tell me, Sophie. You’re here in my bed, in my house now.”
“What? I don’t–” She couldn’t talk, couldn’t understand his demands through her struggles to survive the onslaught of sensation.
Laying on her legs, he mounded up her breasts and placed his face between, kissing and sucking at her skin. Her hands freed, she tried to push him off. He didn’t budge. Snapping up her wrists, quick as a snake, he barked, “Stop it.”
It was no effort at all for him to force her arms jarringly down above her head.
“That’s no way to act.”
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, words jagged through her tears. It hurt, but the moment he stopped, the pain also stopped, leaving behind nothing but marked heat and swollen nipples begging for more.
“Tell me who owns these tits.”
“You do, Micah. You do.” It was so dirty that he talked to her like that, claimed her like that, and her reckless answer, not knowing what it meant, how far it went.
“Tell me who owns all this juicy innocence.” He cupped her again, squeezed, pinched her hard and quick until her body flopped up and down, out of control.
She created an orchestra of ugly sounds in her throat, calling out the answer he wanted. “Micah. Micah. You do.”
“Say it all.”
“Micah owns my tits and my innocence.”
He laughed, a filthy, wicked sound. “That’s right. I do. Mine. Fucking all mine. And I get to do what I want, but you don’t scratch or hit me, baby, or I’ll spank your ass and you won’t sit for a week, yeah?”
“Hurts, too much. Can’t breathe.” She gasped out. “Said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
His eyebrows lowered. “This isn’t pain. You don’t know pain. You just need to learn to play.”
He kissed her breasts again. Nuzzled into them with his face. “Maybe you need to be punished? Is that what you need to understand?”
“Please.”
“Please, what? Please punish you on your fine, fine ass? Please make you stand for hours, naked, with your nose in the corner? Please make you bleed? Please take what I want? What is it, little lost Sophie? And don’t make me wait.”
“It’s too much.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea. This is your man going slow, easing you into fucking with a beast. You were going to let other people cut off parts of your body for their own damned purposes, good or evil. Every inch of you for sale with the vampir, and you think this is too much.”
He was right. Out of nowhere, she was blindsided by the thought.He was right. Although she had already asked that certain parts of her body not be sold—in fact, there was a contract—it was all meaningless. The vampir archon of Hyde owned her. The contract was just to placate her. It meant nothing.
He went on, “Tell me again what I want to hear, Sophie. Tell me who all this unspoiled innocence belongs to? Who you gonna give it up to?”
Why did he need words like that? Why did he have to strip her bare? “I don’t want—”
“Don’t care the fuck what you want. You tell me what I want.” He let her arms go, almost throwing them down, and sat up over her. “Done teaching with words. Words don’t work. I know what the fuck will work.”
She felt him shift to get off the bed. To leave her and go get something to punish her with, she was sure.
“No! No!” she gasped out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t understand,” she cried. It was true. Sophie didn’t understand any of this.
