Bound (The Devil’s Vow #2)

24. Claimed by Darkness

Chapter twenty-four

Claimed by Darkness

Did I understand? More than I ever could.

And because of that I could barely breathe.

I couldn’t think.

All I could do was stand there, trapped between the horror of his obsession and the magnetic pull of his words.

And still those same thoughts hit me.

Gianni was my monster, my beast, and despite every fiber in my body telling me to escape, I wouldn’t.

The screen still played in the background.

My moans from the footage wrapped around us like a suffocating fog, and I knew, in that moment, that I was already his.

“Talk to me, Queen.”

“I’m not. . .”

He quirked his brows.

“I’m not going anywhere, Gianni.”

A deep growl left him.

I swallowed. “Just. . .no more lies, no more secrets, and no more killing unless I know, and you have to allow me to talk you out of it—”

“What if I’m killing in the heat of the moment—”

“Gianni, do not kill anyone over me unless you talk to me. Innocent people have died—”

“They weren’t innocent—”

“They were.” I scowled.

He sneered, yet the word that came out of his mouth was gentle. “Okay.”

“T-thank you.”

Gianni reached out and touched my arm. “If it would make you mad, then. . .I could stop.”

“Killing innocent people would make me beyond mad—”

“And if they’re not innocent?”

“We will discuss that when it comes up.”

“Hmmm. I’ve allowed Maximo and Vito to live for now, but. . .you do know that their time is on the clock.”

I widened my eyes.

“I want them dead, Erica. They didn’t treat you the way you deserved. For that reason alone, they should be in the ground. But. . .”

“Yes?”

“What do you want?”

“Give me time to think about that.”

“Okay, my queen.” Gianni slid his hands down my arms, sending a shiver through me.

His touch was slow, deliberate, and full of promise. In fact, each touch felt like a brand, as though he was claiming me again and again, marking me as his forever.

His green eyes burned with an intensity I couldn’t escape, even as the sounds of my own pleasure surrounded us.

The heat between us rose and became unbearable.

I couldn’t resist as his fingers lowered and brushed against my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together.

Heat radiated off him.

My heart pounded, but instead of it rapidly beating with fear, it was all about need.

Dark, undeniable need.

His mouth lowered to my ear, and his breath was hot against my skin. “I’ve waited for this. The moment when you knew everything, and still understood that you were mine.”

Any normal person might have been angry, disgusted—something—but all I could feel was the power of his presence.

I was no longer sane.

No longer normal.

And, he was mine as much as I was his.

There was no more fighting this.

No more denying it.

My hands trembled as they reached up to his chest, and I traced the scars and tattoos that marked his skin.

He groaned at my touch, and then he dipped his head down to bruise me with a passionate kiss that was so fucking fierce. So completely unrelenting, like he had been holding back for too long, and now that dam had broken.

He gripped my hips harder than ever before, and I moaned into his mouth, unable to stop the rush of blazing desire that overtook me.

He tasted of smoke and darkness, and I welcomed it.

Mine. All mine.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. “Tell me you want this, Princess. Tell me you need this as much as I do.”

“I want this. I need this.”

With a low growl, Gianni lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I could feel every hard inch of him pressed against me.

He walked us toward one of the velvet seats at the front of the private theater.

He paused for a moment, his gaze locking with mine, as if giving me one last chance to pull away.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

I was already too far gone.

And then his lips crashed onto mine again, and his kiss shifted to rough and demanding.

But I met it with the same fierce hunger.

My hands fumbled at the buttons of his jeans, and he groaned into my mouth as I undid them, sliding them down his hips and shoving them lower.

“Fuck, Princess.” Gianni undressed me, damn near ripping off my clothes.

Everything fell to the floor.

He took in my bareness and groaned. Gianni, who had watched me in my most intimate moments was now seeing me once again, naked before him and one would have thought he had never seen it all before, yet he licked his lips like he was going delirious.

God, I crave him.

Gianni’s gaze was smoldering, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. He brought a hand up to cup my face, and his thumb gently traced my lips. “You're breathtakingly beautiful, Princess.”

My cheeks flushed.

“Also, you must understand this.”

I quirked my brows.

“You’re not just some object of my obsession. You are my queen out in the world, in my bed you’re a dirty little princess but, regardless of that you will always be treated like my treasure, because you are the only thing I will ever desire. The only reason I have to live.”

Instantly, his hands were back on me, caressing my skin, making me shiver with hot desire.

Groaning, his mouth found mine again.

And there was no room for anymore words between us. It was only the sounds of our ragged breathing and the beat of our hearts.

He lifted me up fast.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His hard cock pressed against us as he carried us away from the seats. His strong arms effortlessly held me to him.

His muscles flexed.

The footage of me masturbating continued to play in the background.

On the screen, I writhed in pleasure.

And the video was so damn explicit, showing every intimate detail of me in high definition.

He grunted. “Do you know hard it was to not break into your place and fuck you?”

“There would have been no fucking. You would have given me a heart attack.”

“I considered that part.”

The screen flickered.

On there, my face contorted in ecstasy.

He brought us closer and the screen glowed in front of us, casting a blue hue on our entwined bodies.

I put my view back on him.

My moans, whimpers, and gasps from the video echoed throughout the theater.

And we got closer and closer.

The next thing I knew, he pressed me firmly right against the large movie screen. The cold, hard surface of the movie screen smoothed against my back, while his warm, muscular body pressed against mine.

The illumination from the video danced over our bodies, casting strange, erotic shadows on our skin.

And then, he had his mouth all over my breasts, using his tongue to trace circles around my nipples.

Gasping, I gripped his shoulders with my hands.

Soon, he was suckling my breasts.

Erotic sensations tingled all the way down to my toes. My back arched unconsciously against the screen.

I couldn’t help but grind against him. “Gianni. . .”

Groaning, he switched to my other breast and growled against my skin. The vibrations shot straight through me like an arrow.

“Fuck. You’re all mine. Finally.” His hands moved down to cradle my ass, lifting me just a little bit higher.

A low moan rumbled from me.

Gianni looked at me. “When you moan like that, Princess, you make Daddy want to ruin you.”

“Then, ruin me.”

A delicious sneer covered his handsome face. “You were naughty today. I should punish you.”

“I’ve been a good princess most of the time.”

“You think that matters?” He slipped one hand to my pussy and began to play with it. Those fingers were strong and calloused, sending shivers through my body as they grazed over my sensitive clit.

“Oh.”

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Oh.”

“Princess?”

“I-I forgot the question.”

“I should repeat it.” A wicked smile spread across his face. “But, Daddy loves watching his princess fall apart under his touch.”

I licked my lips.

The footage of me moaning rose even louder, and that made me even more horny.

And then, his touch became more purposeful—teasing and tantalizing me. “What were you thinking about when you were getting yourself off in this moment?”

“I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Because from now on, it will only be your face in my head when I touch myself. You did that to me. You made me fucking. . .addicted.”

“I like that answer.” A dark growl left him as he dove his fingers into my pussy.

I shrieked.

More of his growls vibrated against my skin, spurring me on, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

“Oh, Daddy!” I gasped as he took his thumb and began to circle my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

“Yes, Princess.”

“Fuck me.”

“You look so pretty when you beg for Daddy. Say it again.”

“Fuck me. Please!”

His gaze never left mine as he continued to work me with his fingers, driving me wild with pleasure. “As you wish, my naughty princess.”

In one swift motion, he removed his fingers from inside me.

I whimpered at the loss, but then his cock was at my entrance.

I parted my lips.

My moans from the screen kept on echoing in the theater.

His one hand gripped my hip and the other pressed against the movie screen for balance.

Next, Gianni buried himself inside me in one hard thrust.

“Oh!” I cried out.

He stilled for a few moments, giving me time to adjust to his size and then began a slow, tortuous rhythm.

“Oh Daddy!” I whimpered.

His pace quickened, each thrust deliberately aimed to bring maximum pleasure. “You were so bad today, but I can’t even fucking punish you.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“You control me as much as I try to control you.”

On the screen, I moaned and in real-time I moaned too, until each throbbed together and fell into the same rhythm.

God, fucking Gianni was so perfect.

So sensually right.

I felt everything.

The heat of his body against mine.

The strong hold he had on me.

The rabid desire prickling along my nerves.

It was almost too much and not enough all at once.

Soon he had the other hand back on my hips too and was bouncing me on his cock like I was this inanimate sex doll. I couldn’t move or rock my hips.

All I could do was enjoy the fucking ride.

In the flickering light of the screen, fierce passion etched on his face. His brows were furrowed in concentration and sweat was beading on his forehead. His lips were slightly parted and from them came deep grunts with every thrust.

“Oh! Oh!”

“You feel so good, Princess.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust that left me gasping for breath. “You know how to take Daddy’s cock.”

Unable to stop myself, I whimpered.

That only seemed to incite him further and he increased his pace, gripping me even tighter.

There was no stopping my climax from rising now.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I clung onto him.

“Oh Daddy…” My voice was little more than a whisper as the sensations coursed through me—overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.

He watched me.

Every thrust brought me closer to the edge, but Gianni purposely slowed down each time I was about to come undone.

It’s like he could see that orgasm in my eyes, creeping to the surface.

And once he saw it, he yanked his cock out of me, making my body spasm.

“Ooooo.”

“Not yet Princess.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Please?”

“Please. God, please.”

“You think you deserve to cum all over Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!”

“You don’t. You were naughty.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Right before I climaxed, he snatched his big cock out of me again and I almost cried.

Whimpering, I shivered. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Give it to me!”

“You were bad.”

I felt like a fucking drug fiend begging for her next hit. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy. I promise.”

“You promise?”

“Y-yes.”

But he continued to torture me, bringing my body to the edge to only drag me back.

It was a delicious, yet treacherous dance between pleasure and torment, until finally Gianni gave me a sharp thrust that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Ohhh!!” My nails dug into his back as a violent storm of dark pleasure tornadoed through me.

I was all moans, gasps, and whimpers.

My body shook uncontrollably. My hips bucked, seeking more contact, wanting to ride the perfect pleasure as long as fucking possible.

“Yes, that's it, Princess,” Gianni leaned forward and murmured. His breath was hot against my ear. “Take my cock. Just like that.”

His words spurred another current of delirious erotic pleasure.

“Oh!”

And then with one final thrust, he stilled, feeling his own orgasm exploding in his body.

A low groan ripped from his lips as he spilled inside of my pussy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I shivered in the aftershocks.

The final scene on the screen faded to black.

For what felt like an eternity, we stayed entwined, clinging to each other.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, I sank deeper into the realization that our love was simply a dark, intoxicating force—one that would forever consume us entirely yet still leave us yearning for more.

We were two souls lost in the darkness.

He was my monster.

And I was his.

Forever.