The Beast Unleashed
~Damon~
She was standing by the wall exactly where I had left her. Her body was motionless, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were huge, dilated, locked on me like I was a god she didn’t know whether to kneel for or run from.
She had watched everything.
And she wasn’t afraid.
She was panting.
She was trembling.
Her thighs were pressed together, and her scent was pouring through the hallway like a wave of heat–drenched sugar and slick.
I walked toward her, my boots leaving bloody prints across the tile, my chest still rising and falling with adrenaline. I didn’t blink. I didn’t rush.
When I stopped in front of her, I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.
She looked up at me like she was on the verge of falling apart.
Her lips parted, but no words came.
I reached out with my bloodied hand and cupped her cheek.
“I told you to close your eyes,” I said softly. “I didn’t want you to see that.”
She nodded once, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t look away.”
I brushed my thumb along the side of her mouth.
“I just mutilated a man.”
“I know.”
“And you’re still standing here.”
“I can’t move.”
“Why?”
Her voice broke.
“Because I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to drown in.
I leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered against her lips.
“You just watched me destroy someone for touching you.”
The words left my mouth slowly, deliberately, like I wanted her to feel every syllable. I didn’t v didn’t growl. I said them like a statement of fact. Because it was. Because that’s exactly what mad done- and she had watched all of it.
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I was still standing inches from her, my chest rising and falling, the blood on my knuckles dying into a tighe crust across my skin. My boots were soaked from where i had knelt in his blood, and my hope
down, my c**k heavy behind it, still swollen from rage and the way her scent had exploded into the hallway
like smoke and wildfire
She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Her lips were parted, her throat visibly tight as the swallowed, and ther chest was lifting in short, shallow bursts. Her entire body was trembling–not from fear, not from disgust- but from something far more dangerous.
Desire.
She looked at me like I was the monster that made her wet.
I stepped closer and tilted my head slightly, watching the way her eyes ficked to my mouth, then down to the
red smears on my hands.
I reached up slowly, pressed my thumb against her cheek, and dragged a line of blood across her skin–not hard, not rough, just enough to mark her with it.
“Did it turn you on, kitten?” I asked her calmly. My voice was low and steady, but every word throbbed with heat. “Be honest with me. Did watching me mutilate him make your thighs clench? Did it make your heart race? Did it make you wish you were closer while I did it?”
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
I smirked and leaned in closer, just enough for my nose to graze her ear, just enough for my breath to tickle
her skin.
“I think it did,” I whispered. “I think you were standing there with your back pressed to the wall, watching me pin him down, listening to the sounds of his c**k splitting under my claws, and your p***y was throbbing for
me.”
She let out the smallest gasp, and my c**k kicked behind my zipper in response.
I didn’t stop.
“I think you got wet when I told him to crawl. I think you liked seeing me hold his life in one hand and his manhood in the other. I think it made you ache when you realized I wasn’t doing it out of rage–I was doing it
because you were mine.”
Still, she didn’t speak.
She just breathed harder.
Her scent was growing thicker now, sweeter, coating the air in something warm and primal. Her legs shifted like she was trying to squeeze them together without me noticing.
Too late.
I slid both hands down to her hips and gripped them firmly.
“You should be horrified right now,” I said, pulling her closer. “You should be pushing me away. But you’re not. You’re standing here like you want more. You’re panting like I didn’t just torture a man–I fed something
inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.
The Beast Unleashed
I leaned in again, this time brushing my lips across the side of her neck, not kissing, just letting her feel the heat.
“Tell me, kitten. Were you wet while you watched? Were you breathing through your mouth because your panties were soaked, and you were scared I’d smell it?”
“Damon,” she whispered.
“That’s not an answer,” I said. “Say the words. You watched me rip a man apart, and now you’re standing in front of me looking like you want me to do the same to you.”
Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and her fingers curled into the fabric.
“Yes,” she said. Her voice was trembling. “Yes, I was wet. Yes, I was shaking because I wanted you.”
I groaned low in my chest, the sound spilling out between clenched teeth.
I pressed her harder against the wall and dropped my forehead to hers.
“Do you want to know what I was thinking while I crushed his c**k in my hand?” I asked her, my voice tighter now, slower, like a threat wrapped in velvet. “I was thinking about the way you moan when I take you from behind. I was thinking about the sounds you make when I bite the back of your neck and tell you not to come until I say so. I was thinking about how your little body fits against mine, how your thighs shake after I’ve been inside you for too long, and how much I want to see you that desperate again.”
She whimpered, and her hips arched forward.
I kept going.
“I was thinking about how easy it would be to take you right here. With blood still on the floor. With the smell
of his piss and your heat choking the walls. I was thinking about lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the
side, and sinking into you so slowly you’d cry.”
Her breath hitched.
“You’d beg me not to stop,” I said. “And I wouldn’t. Not until your knees gave out. Not until you forgot that
anyone else existed. Not until every part of you remembered who you belong to.”
She nodded frantically.
“Say it, kitten,” I demanded. “Say who you belong to.”
“You,” she gasped. “I belong to you.”
I smirked and kissed her jaw, slow and possessive.
“You’re goddamn right you do.”
I slid my hand down between her thighs, pressed my palm against the heat soaking through her panties, and
growled into her neck.
“You’re dripping.”
She moaned.
“I should f**k you against this wall,” I murmured, grinding my palm harder. “I should bend
Over the blood
trail and make you scream into the tile. I should keep you right on the edge, keep you shaking, keep you
begging until the only name you know is mine.”
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“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”
“Do you want it here?” I asked, rubbing her slowly through the fabric. “Right here in this hallway? Or do you want me to drag you to the car and make you ride me until I lose control?”
Her voice broke.
“I don’t care,” she said. “Anywhere. Just take me. Please, Damon.”
She wasn’t just begging for s*x. She was begging for surrender. For ownership. For destruction.
And she wanted me to be the one to give it to her.
I stared down at her, her face flushed with heat, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath. Her thighs were trembling. Her lips were slightly parted, and her scent–f**k, her scent–was coating the air like syrup over fire. Sweet, burning, wild.
I reached for her, cupped her face with one blood–slick hand, and tilted her chin up so she had no choice but
to look at me.
“My naughty little girl,” I said, slow and calm, my voice curling around her like smoke. “You don’t care where I take you. You just want Daddy’s c**k, don’t you?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Not for me.
“Use your voice,” I said, gripping her jaw now, not hard enough to hurt her–but enough to make her feel it. Say exactly what you want from me.”
Her voice came out in a breathless gasp, so honest it cracked.
“I want your c**k,” she whispered. “I want Daddy’s c**k. I want you to fill me. Please.”
I smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. The kind of smile that only meant one thing–she was mine now.
I leaned in slowly, brushing my lips across her jaw as I whispered into her skin.
“You want me to f**k you with blood still drying on my hands?” I said. “You want to be bent over the same floor where I tore his c**k apart, your panties down, your skirt up, while I fill you so deep your heat doesn’t
know what hit it?”
Her moan was all the answer I needed.
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I dragged my hand down her body, grabbed her by the hips, and turned her around, pressing her chest to the lockers with both palms flat against the metal.
“Good girl,” I growled, sliding behind her. “Now stay right there and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
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