Lady Killer (Dead Girls Club #2)

10. Luz

Chapter ten

Luz

“ L ast chance to change your mind, petite diablesse.” His challenge seemed to echo loudly down the hall, even as he said it in his usual low rasp.

Alister fisted his hands as he drew in another ferine breath.

My body reacted against my will as pressure radiated through me from the inside out. Blood rushed between my legs and tears welled in my eyes as I ached for relief.

I could feel the ghost of his hand still on my lips. It should have been disturbing .

I took a step forward.

Alister stilled completely, his eyes frozen over like an icy sea—deadly cold belying the raging depths of turmoil below.

I took another step forward.

He swallowed tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in place.

The scent of rain and fresh earth hung in the air, and my eyelids dipped as I breathed in him.

The left side of his mouth twitched.

I stepped again, stopping a hair’s breadth away.

A harsh, brutish sound wound out from deep inside him.

He didn’t move.

Raising my hand, I looked at him and then placed it ever so carefully on his chest, doing my best to pretend I wasn’t fighting back the tremor that threatened to spill out of me if I hesitated for even a moment.

My palm had barely settled on him when Alister snatched me by my wrist again.

He roughly tugged me along with him, and I nearly tripped over the rug lining the corridor as we marched to the front of the townhouse .

He practically held me up as we climbed one flight of stairs, then another. At the end of the hall we came to, Alister pushed open a door and yanked me in behind him.

Pulling me into the center of the room, he growled a single command, “Stay.”

We were in a guest room of sorts.

Plain, gray, modern, and utterly impersonal . . .

Before I could file away any more information, Alister stood in front of me again.

His dark blond hair had fallen onto his face, and I fought the temptation to stand on my tiptoes and brush it out of his eyes.

He inspected me from top to bottom, his expression betraying nothing of his plans for me. When his eyes met my own, I did my best to mirror the expressionless mask he wore so well.

He may have promised punishment, but I never promised satisfaction.

His nostrils flared, and some of the ice in his gaze started to crack. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clench and then relax his hand, and I was filled with a sense of victory

Then he went for his belt, and my smugness vanished, my lips parting before I could stop myself.

He smirked.

What right did a simple smile have to be so devasting?

Alister undid the clasp of his belt, the sharp click of it releasing causing my eyes to dart down.

His elegantly tattooed fingers wrapped deftly around the buckle, and then in a single, swift motion, he pulled his belt free.

The cracking noise it made vibrated through the small space and stole the breath from my lungs.

“Hands behind you.”

I nibbled on my lip, an unfamiliar urge to comply building inside me. Still, I had read enough to know that he was expecting me to obey. And if I didn’t, then he would . . .

“Don’t make this any worse for yourself, little demon.” Alister stepped forward to loom over me, snapping the belt in his hands.

I staggered backward, bumping against the raised platform of the bed.

Alister pressed forward, using his height to lean over me, forcing me to sit on the bed, hands behind me to prop myself up.

Keeping ahold of the belt with both hands, he lifted it over and behind my head, pulling it down to rest on my neck. “Did you let the Croft bastard touch that pretty little cunt of yours?”

“No,” I whispered before I could stop myself .

He leaned in, using the belt to bring my face closer to his. “Who else?”

“No one.” My voice was rough and brittle, but the word left my lips all the same.

Alister stilled, his nostrils flared. “You’re a virgin?”

I nodded.

He flexed the belt behind me, the leather now soft and warmed by my skin, and pulled me in tight until we were nose to nose.

“No wonder so many killers want you. You’re the final girl. Now, keep your hands behind you.” His command cracked like a whip.

Giving in, the last of my resistance left me in a half-spoken sigh, and I relaxed on the bed.

He released the belt from the back of my neck, only to begin sliding it down, pulling the leather wide to wrap around my shoulders before dragging it down the outer edges of my arms and bringing it to rest on top of my wrists.

“Good choice,” he breathed into my ear as he reached around me.

He wrapped the belt around both my wrists and forced them together, causing my shoulders to pinch and my breasts to push forward. Then he shoved his thigh between my own to get closer before he returned his attention to securing the belt.

As he worked the leather through the buckle, he continued to brush his lips over the column of my neck, causing my core to throb with a need so desperate that a whimper escaped me.

Alister ground his leg into me, and I rubbed against the chiseled marble of his thigh.

He yanked the belt tight around my wrists, causing it to cut into my skin ever so slightly.

With my hands bound behind me, he stood up, taking my gaze along with him.

One hand trailed across my jaw and down my neck, down my sternum, his fingers gently stroking the triangle of exposed skin above my shirt, coming to pause just between my breasts. He tapped lightly against my breastbone, once, twice, three times, before continuing his path down my center, now running the pads of his fingers over my sweater.

The coarse wool muffled the sensation of him, and I arched forward, chasing the electricity of his touch.

He tsked. “This is a punishment, demoness. You will learn to take what you are given and like it.”

My eyes narrowed, and I bared my teeth .

The smirk on his face was slowly transforming into something much more wicked, and as he crossed the space from my stomach to the top of my hips, a bolt of adrenaline shot through me when I realized I didn’t know where this ended. What he would take. What I wanted to give.

“Stay with me, petite diablesse.” Alister’s order came swiftly as he curled his fingers under the waistband of my skirt, slid underneath the elastic of my underwear, and made contact with the sensitive skin there.

His other hand braced my thigh where my knit thigh-high socks met my tights, his fingers digging into me to fist the sheer fabric. He twisted it in place for a second before releasing and pressing his thumb firmly into the inside of my thigh and beginning to stroke me roughly.

“These are in my way.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed my tights and tore, splitting them down the middle and exposing me to him.

“Alist—?”

Before I could finish saying his name, he delivered a sharp smack to my center. My underwear was damp with need, absorbing the sound of his blow but not the shock of it. A wave of arousal followed the pain, my eyes rolled toward the back of my head, and I lost my breath.

“Didn’t say you could speak. ”

My eyes returned to meet his, and I watched in trepidation and anticipation as he went to undo the top of his jeans.

“Ever touch a real man before?”

I hadn’t so much as touched a boy, and I gave a quick shake of my head.

His icy mask had given way completely, and his eyes were now as dark and chaotic as a sea during a storm.

Oh, he likes that.

The smirk that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth had become a wicked grin, transforming the taciturn giant into a charming devil.

“You won’t today. Consider it something to look forward to . . .”

I huffed through my nose but didn’t utter a sound.

“You like to test me, don’t you, demoness? Like I said, today is a punishment. This?” he said, gripping the thick outline of his cock. “This is a reward you haven’t earned yet.”

The head stuck out of the waistband of the dark briefs he wore, exposed by his undone pants. It was red and swollen and inconceivably large when I considered its ultimate destination.

Alister dragged his hand down the inside of my thigh, spreading me open wider .

Without warning, he dropped to his knees, causing the smallest, startled cry to escape me.

Eye level with my still-covered center, he pushed my skirt onto my hips and then he licked his lips.

My underwear was shoved to the side, and suddenly he was there, his breath warm and radiating over the most sensitive parts of me.

“Of course you have the most tempting fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he rumbled, grazing my delicate folds with his lips.

My head fell back.

I can’t . . . How can such power come from such a soft touch? What would it feel like if . . .

Pleasure exploded inside me as the flat of his tongue made contact with my clit. Roughly, he began to lap at me without restraint. My spine contorted even as my hands remained stuck behind me.

Whatever control we’d been holding on to disappeared, and I cried out despite myself as Alister licked the center of me over and over again, working me into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you’re delicious, petite diablesse. Like honey and sin,” he murmured into me, somehow never ceasing his attack.

A new sensation crowded into my mind as he swiped a single finger down my middle, coming to rest just above my entrance. Alister applied the slightest pressure, just barely breaching me, and my walls fluttered in a futile effort to clamp down and draw him in.

He chuckled, teasing me, circling his finger inside me without giving my body what it so blatantly craved. “Something you want?”

Tears welled in my eyes.

“Ask me nicely.”

I let out a strangled whimper of protest. To beg a Blackwell . . .

“Say ‘please,’ petite diablesse.”

“PLEASE.” I had lost control of my mouth. That was my only excuse.

I swore I could feel him grin as he continued to eat me like I was his favorite dessert.

He pushed deeper into me, and it burned a little. Then he twisted his finger inside before curling it and starting to stroke me.

I saw stars.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Dios mío . . .

My brain was no longer capable of coherent thought.

I had a vibrator. I had experienced an orgasm before. This was something else entirely .

The pad of his finger rubbed over that sensitive spot deep inside, and the ache in my core became a tightly wound knot on the cusp of unraveling.

He continued to work my clit over with his tongue, and I dug my toes into my boots, pushing against the floor to hold myself up as I neared the peak of ecstasy. I was so close—

He suddenly stopped.

My head snapped up and a tortured cry of agony wound out of my throat. “What—?”

“Speak when spoken to,” he barked as he rose to stand, giving my sex another harsh slap that nearly caused me to spasm at the contact.

My jaw dropped and my mouth gaped open, my body unable to process the torrent of sensations overwhelming it.

Alister stood in front of me, eyes alight with maniacal malice as he reached down and fisted his cock, freeing it from his briefs and beginning to work himself over.

He was massive.

I could barely comprehend what was going on, but something primal in me registered the sheer magnificence of him. Long and thick with a bead of precum glistening on the tip. I wondered if I would even be able to wrap my hand around it. And there, at the base of his cock, was a silver piercing.

I . . .

My brain malfunctioned.

It was cruel torture to watch him chase the release I had been so close to. His eyes closed and his head lolled back, exposing the muscular column of his throat. Even as my body throbbed violently, I struggled with the urge to reach out and touch him myself. I wiggled my wrists against the leather still binding me, the skin swollen and damp with perspiration.

An inhuman groan came from Alister as he picked up his pace, his hand a feverish blur. I bit my lip and watched wide-eyed as another ragged groan filled the air and he yanked me forward again with his other hand, forcing me to balance on the edge of the bed.

He held himself just inches from my glistening sex, and I didn’t know what came next when he suddenly erupted, spilling his hot cum over me. It splattered all over the most sensitive parts of my core, and I moaned despite myself.

The sound of ragged, heaving breath seemed to echo in the small space.

Alister stepped back and moved to tuck himself in, and suddenly, I realized what he was doing .

“You,” I slurred, unable to form words, my brain still short-circuiting in a vicious cycle of arousal and rage.

The temperature in Alister’s eyes was cooling again as his shields began to reform, but his mouth remained curled up smugly. “I promised you a punishment, petite diablesse.”

“Putain de mer—?”

A slow clap cut me off, and a flush of adrenaline ran through me anew as I raised my head to see Nixon standing in the door watching us, petulant disdain written all over his face.

Alister moved to shield me with his body as I stood.

My skirt was still pushed up over my hips, and I reflexively moved to cover myself. Unfortunately, my hands were still firmly secured behind me, and all I managed was to ineffectively yank myself forward to fall face first into Alister’s chest.

“Took you longer than I thought to break the ice queen, Ali. You’re losing your touch.”

My eye twitched as I fisted my hands, but Alister kept me firmly in place.

“What happened to ‘puppy’? I hope you’re not still bitter about what happened at the library, Nixon,” I said with false sweetness.

He snorted and rolled his tongue over his teeth .

“You’re lucky Everest left before she started screaming.”

I struggled in Alister’s arms, and when he refused to release me, I thrust my chin around him and sneered at Nixon.

Alister’s hands remained braced on my arms, and he let out an exasperated huff.

“I need a minute, Nix.”

“Nope.”

“You need to untie me,” I fumed as I watched Nixon warily. He wore a look of triumph, and though I wasn’t sure what contest I’d just lost, I loathed losing just the same.

Alister released his grip on me, and I spun around to thrust my sore arms toward him. My body was vibrating with a riot of emotions—rage, disappointment, need, and other unsettlingly things. It was too much, and I retreated into survival mode.

He expertly undid the belt but held my hands behind my back, tracing his fingers over my wrists. The leather had cut into my flesh where I’d yanked against it, and he gently massaged my tender skin.

“Keep fighting me, petite diablesse. It only makes delivering your punishments all that much sweeter.”