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Royal Lust

A/N: Hey guys, it's been a really long time since I've written for the fandom, so here goes nothing. I'm apologizing right here, right now, for my lack of showing my face. Some will be confused by who I am, others will know exactly my identity just by reading this little note, or recognizing my writing. Either way, I won't take anymore space by introducing myself. Instead, I'll just say hi!! Hahaha. Anyway, I really needed to get this off my chest in any way I could. So what started off as a simple idea, turned into this WAY over-sized oneshot. Haha.

“Tell me, if you were offered a night of the best sex of your life, would you take it?”

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Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump, thumpthumpthump.

The sides of my lips pulled up at the sudden accelerate of the young mans heartbeat no more than two meters in front of me. I didn’t need to turn my eyes his way to know that the woman giving him a lap dance was definitely giving more than she would to any other man in this place. He was a regular, that was why. The guy didn't look that much younger than my little—but not youngest—sister, and she was coming onto 23. Why would he be spending his young years here? He could be getting something like this every night without paying. All he needed to do was go to a club, find some desperate girl, and viola.

Not that I should be complaining or anything, I lived off the adrenaline running through his veins right now. I could feel the blood and heat rush through him like it was my own. If I were to concentrate hard enough, I could probably feel every little thing he's feeling. I could rate just how horny he was, without moving off my stool by the bar.

But he wasn't the only one sporting an erection right now.

The bartender placed another glass of gin and tonic before me and I took it with gratitude, throwing him a smile before he walked off and tended to another customer.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I felt the coolness of it wet my lips before I tasted the liquor within. My eyes fluttered closed as my ears picked up on the low growl of a distant male, muttering under his breath, “Fuck,” while his eyes watched the ass off his female friend slowly move in front of him.

It was things like this that made me enjoy running this place.

Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah, this strip club was mine. And its popularity was something I always wanted to gloat about.

Now before you go and assume that I'm some forty year old woman running a business, I'll clear one thing up. I'm quite young—I'd like to think—at 26. So we'll just leave it at that.

“Asya?” My eyes opened and they landed directly on the broad-shouldered bartender that just served me. Sadly, because of this distraction, all my focus was on him on him. He immediately saw the twitch of impatience in my brow and continued with what he needed. “Uh, Livia is on the phone.”

Why am I not surprised?

Livia was basically the middle child, and also the definition of someone who didn't like others having fun. I mostly understood, it wasn't her fault half the time. It's why she was brought into this world.

But I swear, why couldn't she go nag one of the other five sisters? Why me?

“Thank you,” I murmured, sliding off the stool and taking my drink. Turning, I quickly scanned the large room in front of me. It was just after one, so majority of the place was full. Most seats were occupied, all men seemed happy—as well as my girls, so I knew leaving for a few minutes would be okay. Though, it was sad for me to go. My office upstairs didn't give me much excitement. Yeah, I could see down at the floor, but I couldn't smell, or listen to the blood flow of every male in the area. “Fucking Livia.”

Leaving the main floor, I walked up the stairs and entered my small office, quickly sitting down on the cushioned chair and swinging my feet onto the desk. Placing my glass beside me, I eyed the freshly done pedicure through my open-toed heels. Taking my time, I took the phone off the hook and placed it by my ear, knowing exactly how impatient Livia was.

“Yes?” I asked. No hello. I couldn't be bothered. She'd rung me twice today already, so she had downgraded from “hello” to “yes”.

“Asya, you'll never guess who's at the club two blocks away from you.”

“Who?” I asked.

I could hear her huff as if she was right in front of me. “Broden, and he's taking that fucking skank with him.”

My lips pressed tightly together in a thin line. If this were a normal situation, and Livia was just jealous that a guy she liked was taking some other girl somewhere, I would have told her to get over it. But that wasn't what was going on. Broden and Livia were dating since the beginning of High School, and it was only a few months ago, on the day of her 23rd birthday, that he just disappeared. No calls, or texts, or anything. Even his Facebook was deleted. It was only last week that his face randomly showed up, with a new Facebook profile, and he was now dating Livia's ex-best friend.

Basically, that's it in a nutshell. Livia had tried getting in contact with him, wanting to know what the fuck was going on to put her in distress for so long, but he'd completely blocked her out.

Now, we've got him but there was a small problem though.

“I'm not the right sister to call for this, Livia, you know that.”

She was sighing before I could finish. “I know, and I tried calling Lissa but she's at boxing class and her phone's off.”

Fuck.

It was my turn to sigh, though more dramatically. I wasn't one for confronting someone. Yes, I was pissed, but Lissa would have been better at this than anyone. Her main focus was revenge, while mine loved the thought of sex.

“Okay,” I said after a long silence that she surprisingly sat through. “I'll go check it out now.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I would go myself but clubs are full of jealousy. It's very annoying.”

“And you think the hormones I'm going to encounter are better?”

“You've got better control, Asya. Please.”

“Yes, yes, I'm going. I'll call you later, okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

After hanging up the phone, I leaned back against my chair and let out a long breath. Every nerve centered towards my hormones was itching and craving for something. Learning about Broden being so close to me had turned me off to the point that I knew that walking into a club of uncontrolled sex withdrawals was going to be a challenge to ignore. My body would be feigning for the scent of sex.

By this point, you're either confused at what the fuck is going on, or you've actually caught up to it, so you probably won't need the explanation. But I'll explain anyway, for those that are like 'what the fuck is going on?'. Let me give you another short version of a long tale. I am one of seven sisters. I am the oldest and wisest—when satisfied.

I am human, yes. But not entirely. In fact, my sisters and I have demonic tendencies. Each of us was born with a deadly sin that we fed off and even amplified. Lissa, holds a wrath demon inside her that feeds off physical pain. Livia is envy. She feels the jealousy in the air and feeds off it. But too much of something could mentally drain you, instead of satisfy you. The other four sisters held greed, pride, gluttony and laziness demons.

Then there's me. Have you figured out my demon now, if you haven't already? Yeah, I'm lust, which is why sex calls me. Anything to do with blood rushing while hearts beat faster and faster, all ends up being mine. This is why I own a strip club, because I get the small satisfaction from what my girls present to the males. Yeah, I could run a brothel but I need to be in the area to actually get full satisfaction from it. So, strip club was the next best option. It was like a snack to me though. Having sex was my main course. If it were amazing sex, then I wouldn't need dessert.

So there you have it. My life in a nutshell.

You also would have spotted the problem right now if you were reading carefully. My strip club only gave me small doses. And because of that, when I'm not in the area that it's coming from—especially when I had just started feeding off the energy—I quickly start getting hungry. Some could compare me to a succubus, but I don't have the risk of killing my victims. In fact, my sisters and I aren't exactly bad people. We don't physically harm others, unless you're Lissa. Most of what we do is mental.

Anyway, I'm going off topic. Back to my problem. This club. It's going to be filled with hormonal people, edging themselves closer to sex and my body would want to feed off it, thus distracting me from the main task at hand.

But I really wanted to see this Broden guy and just look him in the eye and ask him what the fuck he was thinking. Shit, if I'm lucky, I would have channeled Lissa's wrath and gained the courage to punch him in the face, along with that bitch.

Moving my legs off the desk, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips, throwing my head back and draining every last drop from the glass. I was already holding a small buzz from the previous glasses, so that would most definitely add to my confrontation skills.

Standing and walking out of my office, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I had placed a full length mirror on the wall here, just in case I needed to check myself.

Looking at my reflection in front of me, I noted the slight red tinge to my brown eyes—letting me know that I was going to be hungry soon. Once my eyes turned a full crimson red, I was either feeding, or I needed to. My fingers ran through the long length of my curly dark locks and I quickly finger combed it and pulled it over my shoulder. My olive skin was slightly flustered on my cheeks, but that would be because of the alcohol. It wasn't doing much damage so I left it and avoided running back up to my office for my make-up bag. My outfit—which consisted of a pair of tight skinny jeans and a simple red blouse—was fine from what I could tell, and once that was done, I nodded to myself and moved away, ready to face the bullshit of a nightclub.

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Like Livia said, the nightclub I had to go to was one two blocks away, and thankfully, I had grabbed my leather jacket before exiting. It was a simple glance up at the clouds building along the night sky to tell you that it was going to rain soon.

Fucking rain.

My ear drums pulsed at the raging bass of the clubs all around me, and the mix of sounds wasn't exactly pleasing. Concentrating on the single noise of my heels clinking along the concrete, I easily maneuvered my way around drunks that were walking from club to club, and crossed the road, to stand in front of a club called 'Aqua Rain'. This was where he was.

“How bloody ironic of a name,” I muttered. I stood there for five minutes just wondering who would name a club that, and why. I had actually been so distracted by the name that I didn't realize the long line of people wanting to go in until I, myself, went to wait. “Great. This will turn me into Livia, easily.”

Being outside was bearable, I guess, for now.

“God, I can't wait to get inside and see him,” one of the girls in front of me excitedly spoke. “I just hope they'll let us in. I heard that there's a limit and a lot of people wanted to come tonight.”

Great. So that's why I was stuck outside this club, in a line, because of some fuckhead.

Maybe I could just lie to Livia and say he wasn't here. Hell, there could be a chance of that happening.

Now, that would fuck me off.

“Asya?”

At the mention of my name, I turned and spotted a man—who must've just walked out of the backdoor that wasn't far from me. He didn't look that much older than me, with dark hair and smouldering eyes. In fact, with the way he looked well built in his casual jeans and shirt, I might've tried to fuck him one day. Wait hang on...

“Aaron?” I asked, not moving from my spot in the line. Now, that I thought about it, I did fuck this guy, last week.

Is it bad that I forgot that?

“What are you doing here?” I continued as he made his way to stand in front of me.

He flashed me a sheepish grin and held his arms out while a cigarette loosely rested between his lips. “This is my club.”

“Oh.” Yes, fucking pot of gold right here. “Seriously? You own this club? Think you can help out with my waiting?” Yeah, I was pretty much straight to the point.

To my advantage, he was nodding as soon as I finished. “Of course.” Waiting for me to get out of the line, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me towards the back door. At the feel of his touch, I remembered why I fucked this guy. He was really big, and very, very, good.

“Thanks a lot,” I said as we walked in. He had no smoke in his mouth now, so he must have discarded it without even finishing.

The back door placed you into a semi dark hallway, from which you could hear the thumping from the bass of the music on the other side of the wall. His hand remained on my back until we reached a well-lit area filled with bodies that were waiting for the toilets. In the small amount of time that we walked passed them, I sensed the slight smell of hormones in the air.

People were fucking in the toilets. Typical.

Walking passed them, he asked, “So what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

I had to gulp while we walked into the large open area of pounding music that almost threatened your ear drums. It was surprising that I even heard him.

But that was it. I only heard him. I couldn't respond.

The fucking in the toilet was pretty much a warning.

I had come to a sudden stop as a whiff of adrenaline blasted through me. The air was thick and musky as it traveled straight to my head, and the level of sex drive in this whole club was almost impossible to have. There was so much lust here. All open lust. To me, it felt like I had just walked into a brothel. It was at a level that I could pin-point the exact people that had boners, or who were wet.

“Asya?” The low voice brought me back and I blankly stared at Aaron, wondering what he wanted.

It took me three quick seconds to remember.

“Um, I'm looking for someone.” I knew he hadn't heard me. I muttered my answer, so how could anyone hear me. Hell, it was hard for me to hear me.

“What?” he yelled, but I wasn't listening anymore.

My eyes locked on the hips grinding against each other, hands traveling up skirts and lips landing on the bases of necks as the hormones slowly drifted towards me, swaying me back and forth.

“Hey,” was yelled into my ear and the familiar hand was back on my back. “You okay?”

I had to get out of here. I wasn't going to succeed in anything unless this whole club was empty. I couldn't even remember what I was doing anymore. It was terrible. It felt like my whole brain was clouded by sex. My body and mind were starting to fight. My mind wanted nothing to do with this. My body wanted to fuck every single person—female or male—in this club.

I'd never been in this position before.

Remember when I said that too much of our demonic tendencies, and damage could be done. This was that verge.

Yet, I couldn't help but wonder why the fuck everyone was horny here. “Why?”

“What was that?” Aaron said in my ear. “Asya, your eyes are turning red.”

They would. I was hungry and I was automatically feeding off the energy being held in here. It was too late for me now. I couldn't leave. My feet weren't going to go anywhere.

“I need a drink,” I said, this time actually making it loud enough for him to hear, all while I didn't move my eyes away from the hundreds of bodies on the dance floor. I felt his body move away from mine, and I was glad about his absence. With him close, I felt like he was suffocating me. I hate being suffocated.

Or it could be the heat... fuck, I don't even know anymore.

The leather of my jacket stuck to my skin as I peeled it off. I don't really know why I did what I did next, but I held my arm out for some random person to hold my jacket. They took it, I didn't know who they were. At this point, I didn't care. They could keep it, as long as it was off me. I wanted to take my jeans off too, but I had the decency to keep them on.

“So much hormones in the air,” I murmured to myself. “Why?” My mission now was to find the source for this. I'd completely forgotten about the real reason I was here.

I wasn't going to find anything with me being on the same level as everyone, so I walked up the stairs to the VIP area. I didn't care much about the fact that I wasn't a VIP. Surprisingly and easily, I was able to slip pass the bouncer that occupied the area. The spacey area was empty, but a reserve sign signified that it was only gonna be empty for a short amount of time. The special guest is obviously not here yet, so I had until they arrived to find the source.

That's if I could.

My fingers slid over the wooden railing while I scanned the floor. From a birds eye view, I could now see how many of these people were actually going to fuck. If my calculations were correct, I would say 70% of everyone here was going to end up fucking.

I had to stop a few steps later and my thighs clenched together. It was easier being up here and away from the direct force of everyone, but I was still exposed to the energy, so wave after wave, it hit me, seeping itself into my veins before turning to a rush of blood, flowing freely through my body before pooling into the core of my stomach.

It was by this point that I was hating Livia for asking me to come here.

Taking a deep breath, I squinted my eyes on a certain area and started studying the club like that. If I could reduce the area that I was scanning, I could probably concentrate better. Now, in an ideal world, that would work because everyone would be frozen where they were. This isn’t an ideal world, so every fucker was moving.

I cringed quickly as several squeals sounded and I moved my full attention to where I was guessing was the location of these fucking dying cats. But it seemed that these chicks helped my investigation.

Two bodies were walking onto the dance floor, and more squeals followed at the sight of dark skinned-twins. The atmosphere started to weigh on my shoulders now and I felt my breath quicken. I quickly came to the conclusion of everything right then.

These two were the source of all these hormones.

Standing at way over six foot, both sporting afro’s though different sizes, the twins flashed pearly white grins at everyone as they walked passed. I think I even saw one girl faint.

“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered. Yes, I'd found the source, but why... why do these two receive so much unbearable energy from this crowd?

Keeping an eye on their 'fros was easy to do, and my eyes stayed on them as they made it to the center of the dance floor. One even bent down and kissed one of the fangirls on the hand.

“Les Twins are in the building, yo!!!!” the DJ yelled through the mic, cutting off the music and giving the rest of the club to scream to their hearts content.

“Les Twins...” I murmured under my breath. “French... they're French.” That's all I gathered. I didn't know who they were. Were they like a dance crew or something? Les Twins sounded like some sort of gang or something. Maybe they're singers?

The music started up again, and the beat was unknown to me, but apparently not to the twins—who were now standing in the middle of a makeshift circle. My first assumption was confirmed when the twin with the shortest 'fro started moving his chest with the beat, popping it out and in. For a good two minutes, he danced while his fellow twin came in every now and then. There was even a point where I thought this other one was just the hype man, until he took the dace floor, and moved his body in a different way than his twin. Within five minutes, I had realized why these two were the source. Instead of the music taking control of them, it was like they controlled every single aspect in this whole club. Their bodies moved in a way that would made my strippers jealous—and that was saying something.

These two were so amazing that I had become mesmerized by their flow. And something happened in the whole time that I watched them. Every hormone had amplified. I was on the verge of needing something suddenly, that I was going to do anything to get it.

And it wasn't until a simple flick of the twin with the bigger afro's eyes towards mine, that I found it.

I wanted him. I wanted that one. And my body craved him now.

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“Shit, fuck, shit, fuck,” I murmured while my palms pressed against my temples. “Fucking shitty fuck, fuck, fuck.” This was the last thing I wanted to get out of tonight. This never happened. I never craved someone so much—especially someone I didn't even know. Usually, I would at least know him for ten minutes before I decided, but I was already at that point.

I was in a mode that never activated before. Sex drive.

“So much lust in the air... Too much to handle... Need to release it... Can't... Could cause something very dangerous... Fuck!” How? How the fuck does someone cause so much? “I need to know.” My hands fell from my face and I stormed back to the railing, only to find that the space they should have been occupying, was now filled up with the grinding bodies.

They were gone.

“No...”

“Hey!” Hands snapped onto my upper-arms and I was spun around to come face-face with the large bouncer that I had sneaked passed a while ago. “You are not supposed to be here!” Judging by the grip on my arms and the bulging of his eyes, he was pissed. Very pissed. “Get out.” He was starting to push me towards the stairs, very rudely before a slender hand was placed on his shoulder.

“It's okay, she's with me.” The French laced English drifted into my ears and I knew who was talking. The bouncer stepped to the side and looked back at the large afro'ed twin. No fucking shit, my heart skipped several beats and my breath hitched as the heated dark gaze of this guy fell on me. “I told her to come up here.”

I felt the hands on my arms slide off and he apologized, though I didn't give a shit because my source was standing right there, radiating the exact energy that I wanted to claim and replace the unwanted cyclone raging inside me.

The bouncer left us and because I'm straight to the point, I asked the one question that wouldn't make sense to him. “Why you?”

The caught off guard expression showed on his face, but quickly got replaced by a sheepish grin. “Why me, what?”

I was basically a pool of incoherent talk. “How does two people create such a large ball of hormones?”

My question made him laugh. “That's not what I was expecting, to be honest. I thought you'd maybe say hi, but...” Shrugging, he slid his hands into the front of his jeans. “I honestly don't know how to answer that.”

There was something very weird about me, compared to my other sisters, which I should have said earlier. I... kind of just let everything out if needed. Right now, was apparently one of those times.

Walking backwards, I motioned him to follow me—which he did—until my back hit the railing. Turning, I felt his body heat as he stood beside me and he we both looked over onto the dance floor. “You created this.”

“Uhh...” The laugh this time was showing the confusion that I was expecting, and I knew he was starting to regret saving me from that bouncer.

Nodding my head, I pointed towards a couple that were in a dark corner, making out very passionately. “You see the make-out session over there?”

“Sure?”

“You did that,” I stated, simply.

Flicking my eyes to him, I watched as his gaze studied the two, his brows furrowing before he looked back at me. “I don't get it.”

“The atmosphere in here is suffocatingly filled with sex. Everyone in here is looking for a fuck, and that's because of you.”

He pressed his lips tightly and puffed out his cheeks. “So, you have a good sense of... smell?”

“For sex, yes.”

“And it's my fault that everyone is looking for a fuck?”

“Yes. But why? What is it about you that makes people horny?”

He was thoroughly amused by this conversation by now, while I was still trying to figure something out. Slowly, he relaxed and bent his body, resting his elbows on the railing. “You do realize what you're asking right?”

“I do, yeah,” I replied.

“You want to know what makes me so irresistible?”

“That's kind of the conceited way to put it, but yeah.”

The emotion on his face started to leave, and his eyes roamed over mine for a comfortably long time.

Yeah, I wanted him. Fuck, maybe if I just fucked him, I would find out.

“You don't know who we are, do you?” he asked, seriously. “You've never seen us before tonight.”

“Correct.”

“So you haven't seen everything that we can do.”

“Most probably.”

He fell silent, and again, he watched me. This time, a smirk grew on his face and he looked back out onto the crowd. “Tell me, if you have this good sense of... sex, then why do you need to know why?”

“Have you fucked most of these people?” I asked, suddenly. It was one of the only options that I could come up with and it seemed to be the most logical answer. It was a fifty/fifty thing though, because I just accused him of being a whore.

And the offense showed on his face, only to eventually vanish as he came up and rubbed at his brow. “Don't you think that's a bit personal?”

“I'm just trying to come to an understanding...”

“You're very different than any other female that I've met, honestly.”

“So you have fucked them all?”

“I haven't fucked them all,” he replied. I would have thought that his tolerance with me would end, but this was seriously one of the downfalls of being what I was, I had an annoying tendency to answer all my questions about me. If something new happened, I needed to understand it.

“So why? Why are you the Adonis of this place right now, you and your twin?” Because I was at square one, I had done something that definitely would have had him kicking me out. I stepped towards him and—thanks to my heels—came to eye to eye with him. The whiff of a natural scent drifted up my nose and caused me to swallow abruptly. I hadn't lost all my ground though, I was still needing to get to the bottom of this, all while my body called for me to take the last step closer and ask him to fuck me right here and right then.

He didn't move away, or even flinch when I invaded his privacy space. In fact, he didn't do much but find himself growing curious of me. “You're very serious about this, aren't you?”

My fucking hormones are begging to welcome your dick inside me, so “Yeah.”

The beat of my heart was banging against my chest and it stopped for a millisecond when I felt his warm touch under my chin. His thumb came up and stroked the skin on the right of my chin, while two fingers rested on the other side. Slowly, he turned my head so I could look back at the dance floor. “I haven't fucked them all, but some of them, I have. Rumors spread. Girls talk.” Turning my head back, he still held it within his fingers. “That could be why your... sex senses are acting like this.”

It was the way he spoke of me like I was a weirdo that made me snap my head out of his grip. “You don't believe that I can sense the amount of sex in this room?”

He shrugged. “Visually, it's obvious what's going on. But the way you're acting, it's not normal.”

Is that right? “Tell me, what's your name?”

He grinned and immediately, I knew he was going to give me the wrong name. “Laur—”

“Your real name.”

He paused and looked surprised briefly before accepting this. “Larry. And yours?”

“It doesn't matter, right now.” It was my turn to place my fingers on his chin, and I instantly felt the short hairs growing in that area. Turning his face, he looked down. I didn't need to look to know who I was talking about. I could feel them. I could tell exactly what was going to happen, just by the level of their hormones. “See a couple, in the middle of the dance floor. He's wearing a snapback, dancing behind a girl with blonde hair. They're very close.” I had kind of gained an advantage by doing what I was doing, in two ways. One, I was touching him. Two, I could look at him without him looking at me, and God, the structure of his face... Adonis was the perfect name. “Do you see them?”

He nodded slowly.

“In one minute, they're going to make their way out of this club, probably catch a taxi to the nearest house, and fuck.”

He snorted a laugh and moved his face towards mine, only to see how serious I was. “In one minute?”

Their level of need was almost in the red zone. Their bodies were going to fuck on their own soon. “Exactly one minute.”

Larry watched me, his burning gaze venturing over my calm expression before looking back. And in exactly one minute, he was surprised as the two started walking towards the exit. “That could have been luck.”

I expected this. “There's another couple. About our age. Dark hair on the girl. The guy is kind of classy, a gentleman. They're by the bar. You see them?”

After a few seconds of moving his eyes, he nodded.

“She's panicking, because her boyfriend is in the same club. He thinks she's at a friends, having a movie night, but she's here, attempting to get rid of the guy trying to buy her drinks.” All while I was talking, his eyes stayed locked on the two, but there was more. “Her boyfriend knows she's here. I can feel his hatred for her right now. He loved her, and now he doesn't. In ten seconds, he's going to punch the guy.”

Ten seconds passed and I heard the crowd erupt at the look of violence now starting. Larry smirked and turned his gaze to me. “So you can predict the future?”

I shook my head and finally released my hold on him. “I can judge things very closely on the emotions running through people. It has to have something to do with love or lust though. That's my center.”

“Interesting,” he said, and he even looked interested in what I was saying. “What am I?”

I arched a brow. This was actually a question that seemed so easy to me, yet it was hard. I hadn't noticed before he asked, but I didn't get anything from him. “Nothing. You have nothing, just a blank void."

The answer seemed to be what he expected and he almost showed how happy he was that I couldn't read him. “You're not the only one that has little... abilities, I guess.”

I looked exactly how he did ten minutes ago, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I know exactly who you are, Asya...” He knew my name? “You're one of the seven sin sisters, the oldest in fact.” Holy shit, he knew what I was... but how? “Lust, that's what you are. I know this, because I have Asmodeus inside me.”

If I had a drink in my hand, I would have dropped it so dramatically by that point. Asmodeus was the demon prince of lust, part of the male original versions of the seven deadly sins. I was in the presence of someone that I would naturally succumb to, which explained a lot of my cravings towards him.

Matter of fact, it answered everything. “Why didn't you just tell me that from the beginning?”

“It seemed fun knowing how you felt.” It was his turn to back me against the railing and press his body against mine, his eyes scorching as they moved passed my face and over my collarbone. “The blood rushing through you as you tried to explain things was quite entertaining, especially because the whole time you were trying to distract yourself from unzipping your jeans, bending over that table and asking me to fuck you.”

He had read me. This was probably why he stopped the bouncer from taking me away, this explained his whole intention of talking to me. He already knew my level. “So what now, are you going to let me feel this forever, or are you going to do something about it?” I wouldn't say this to just anyone. Because he held the prince of lust inside him, naturally we could satisfy each other better than anyone else. It almost sounded like a perfect match. But it wasn't. We were sex seekers. Being with the same person was like eating meatloaf for the rest of your life.

I was starting to get annoyed about the constant smirks, but quickly, the annoyance disappeared at the brush of his knuckles moving over my cheek. “Tell me, if you were offered a night of the best sex of your life, would you take it?”

Easy question, easy answer. “No one could give you something like that.”

"Wrong." His eyes bore right into mine. “I can. I've seen you doing what you do. I respect the simple, yet rough sex that you can offer.” I should be disturbed by the fact that he knows this, but I wasn't. I was only mad that I couldn't see what he could do. There were rumors that the prince of lust could pleasure you in so many ways that it was unbearable. “But here's me offering you the full experience. How about it, Asya?” One side of his lips picked up.

“What are your limits on being pleasured by a prince?”

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There were two things our kind followed, with no exceptions: one, never kill someone intentionally—that was more for Lissa than anyone else—and two, never deny an elder/original.

So yeah, that put me in this position that I was currently in.

The hotel room that I stood in was large enough to shelter a huge group of people, yet Larry was the only one here.

“You don't share rooms with your brother?” I asked, walking underneath a large glass chandelier in the over-sized living room. Floor to ceiling—which went as far as a two story building—windows showed you a great view of the city and the lights that anyone could find mesmerizing. It was bright in here. Beige and cream were the main colors that gleamed against the light. Marble floors made you cautious that you could slip at any point, and I was glad that I'd already taken my shoes off. “Why buy such a large space for one?”

“It's not really one at the moment, now is it?” Larry's footsteps came towards me and he placed a cool glass in my hand. Looking down, I noticed the gin and tonic that I'd asked for, and quickly brought it to my lips. I wasn't nervous, per se. I was sober. I didn't exactly want to be sober at this point. I mean, I'm in the fucking presence of a demon prince—that would be nerve-wrecking for anyone, but I wasn't nervous... okay, I'm the biggest fucking liar. “Your body has calmed down since we left the club, did you realize that?” I did. “Though, the craving is still there.” Thank you, captain obvious. “I understand that you must oblige to me because of my ranking, but I will allow you this exception if you're not up for it.”

“Are you getting cold feet?” I asked. Twenty percent of me actually wanted to go, but the other eighty, was like he said, it craved him. And for the love God, I'd spent most of my night looking for him, craving him, and if I left, it would all end in regret.

He chuckled softly. “I'm hardly getting cold feet. I'm just telling you, you can get out of this. Once we've started, there's no going back.”

He was being really serious about this 'whole experience' thing, and it was only making me more curious. “I'm not leaving.”

Larry checked my emotions, my blood flow, the rate of my heart beat all while looking at me, just to find a sign of the smallest amount of hesitation. When he found none, he nodded and his fingers came to my cup before he took it and placed it on the counter behind him. The unexpected place of his palms on my cheeks caught me off guard while he made sure my eyes looked into his oh-so-serious gaze. “Asya, I need you to tell me that you trust me, and I need you to mean it.”

“I just met you,” I answered, truthfully. “It's very hard to trust someone so early.”

“I understand that,” he said. The pad of his thumbs stroked over the skin under my eyes before drifting over my nose and over my mouth, where he lightly pressed my bottom lip down and dipped a single thumb just along the inside of that lip. “But I need you to find it. I need you to know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. As your prince, I would never do that to you. Maybe I'll make you scream, but it wouldn't be in pain.”

My head bent back and his face started to close in on mine. My throat was dry and my heart had picked up rapidly in response to his touch. I knew he could feel it. For the first time tonight, his eyes turned the same red that mine always did. And right then, we weren't our humanly selves. We were lustful demons, put in the same room, and ready to satisfy their cravings.

I felt his lips brush over mine and he murmured while continuing the lock of our gazes, “Tell me you believe me.”

“I believe you,” I whispered, really only wanting to start this already.

“Mean it,” he replied.

“I believe you,” I spoke more clearer, all while my eyes spoke the same three words to his.

The smile coming onto his face was happy with the answer. “Good.” I had to have done something wrong, because what I expected to be the greatest kiss of the night, turned out to be nothing because he pulled back, passing me back my glass. “Drink the rest of it.”

I stood with more questions in my head than necessary. “Right now?”

“Unless you don't want it...”

No, I definitely wanted it.

Just like I did at work earlier, I drunk back the rest of the liquor before passing him the empty glass. Putting the cup into one hand, he held out his free one for me, in which I took and followed him into the kitchen. Just like the rest of the room, it was beige and marble floored. The large island in the center of the room only held a fruit bowl in the middle of it.

He led me towards the island and slipped his fingers out of mine while he placed the glass on the bench. Coming back, he slipped his blazer off and placed it on the island, folding it—not perfectly, but somewhat. “Lie on it.”

Not what I was expecting.

My eyes questioned his motives at this point, but he seemed blatantly serious. The amount of hesitation, was null, so I couldn't see any problem with doing what he was asking. It was the fact that he was who he was that gave me enough trust to hop onto that island and lay my head down on his pillow. The coolness of the marble top seeped through my blouse and caused me to arch my back at first, before the cold warmed with my body.

Larry stood on the end of the island, his ribs just a good foot away from my head. His fingers came on my bare shoulders before they tickled the hairs along the sides of my arms, wrapping around my own hands and gently lifting them. “I need you to say stop when you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. If it becomes too much, say it, and I will stop. I promise.” My eyes were just concentrated on his hands coaxing my own to come above my head. I looked back at what he was doing, and I hadn't noticed it until now, but there was a bolt drilled into the side of the island counter. Connected to this bolt was a chain, that held very strong-looking handcuffs.

Oh my God...

Did I want to stop? I mean, I'd never done bondage before... so how would I know what it was like. I always thought you did this kind of stuff with your partner of like... twenty million years or something, not with someone you just met. “Do you do this to everyone?”

“No.” The slight smirk on his lips showed and he shook his head while he concentrated on placing my wrists within the cuffs. “Only those that I know can handle it.”

“And how much is that?” I wasn't going to lie; having the cuffs on my wrists, locked, was making me want him more, but knowing I could be in a line of others that did this with him was annoying. He didn't even answer the question, just continued doing what he was doing, so I asked another. “These are clean, right?”

Larry let out a short laugh. “Of course they are.”

“Okay, cool.” Satisfied with the answers of my current questions, I moved my eyes to the ceiling as he locked the cuffs. Once done, his fingers stayed on my wrist, slowly massaging the area.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I'm fine,” I answered, honestly.

His touch moved away before he was back, and at my side. I turned my head and immediately noticed the blindfold between his fingers. Larry didn't say anything audibly, but asked the unsaid the question in his eyes: Was I okay with the blindfold?

Nodding my head, I lifted up enough for him to place the fold over my eyes and send me into a pit of darkness. Feeling the elastic rest on the back of my head, I lowered down and took a deep breath.

Something within me reacted when I couldn't feel his touch, and without thinking, I said, “Please don't stop touching me.” I couldn't see him. Part of me was freaking out that he'd go and leave me here. Though, I didn't want to admit that to him.

“Don't worry, Asya.” His fingers ran down the side of my face and I heard his footsteps walk around the island to the other side. “I'm right here.” The gentle touch of him disappeared and I heard him open up what I could only think was the fridge. Rummaging sounds followed for a few seconds, and he closed the door, coming back to my side. Objects were placed beside me, but my knowledge of what they were was not there at all.

I focused on my breathing as he brought his hand back to my face, running his thumb over my lips before drifting it over my chin and down the center of my neck, stopping at the collar of my blouse. “How much do you love these clothes?”

“Not very much,” I replied.

“Perfect,” he said, and just like that, he gripped the fabric of my blouse and simply ripped it at my shoulders. I should have been disturbed that he wrecked my clothes, but I couldn't see any other way—other than him undoing the cuffs—to get rid of it. The next thing he ripped was my camisole underneath and I heard him suck in a quick breath while he pulled the fabric away, and onto the floor? “Someone doesn't wear a bra.”

It was true, I didn't. I wasn't really sure if I regretted that or not, because as soon as the cover over them disappeared, my nipples were instantly greeted with the coolness of the kitchen. Or, it might have been because I was aroused, but who knows?

Oh wait, he does.

My lips snapped together and my back arched when a single thumb rolled over one of my nipples. “You know, if anyone else had known this, I might have become territorial.”

“Really?” I asked, though my voice was starting to waver as his touch came to my other nipple, giving it the attention that its other had just received. “I don't see why.”

“I've been looking for you for a very long time, Asya.” He moved away from my breasts before his hand flattened between my ribs and moved down the center of my abdomen. “I knew you were somewhere. I just didn't know the exact location. Then I found you.”

I inhaled slowly as his fingers threatened to dip underneath the fabric of my jeans. “Why were you looking for me?” There was no word from him besides the casual play of his fingers on my buttons. I waited a good ten seconds before I knew he wasn't going to give me what I wanted: him to take off those jeans, and give me the answer. “Let me guess, that question and the other were 'personal'?”

“Not personal, no.” I sucked in a quick breath when his fingers moved under the denim fabric and teased the skin just above the area that begged for his touch. “Just not on the need-to-know basis at this moment.” My body whimpered when he removed his hand, and I yearned for it to go back and continue its journey down. “But if you really want to know, ask me after this and I'll gladly answer. Do you mind if we change the subject now?”

He didn't really give me any warning or time to answer before I felt a sudden change of temperature along my skin, in one small area—between my breasts. Quickly, I knew what was now sitting on my skin. It may have been just an ice cube, but the placing of it along with the icy touch made my back arch unexpectedly. This had to be the thing he had grabbed from the fridge—or freezer. I mean, it was obvious, but fuck.

Larry placed a single hand on the side of my cheek while I felt him press—what had to be—the tips of his fingers on the ice cube. “Still want to know the answers to those questions right now?”

I did want to know the answers, but my mind was so focused on imagining what he was seeing right now. The pressuring of his fingers against the ice caused the cube to slowly move down and the only thing I managed to do in response, was shake my head.

“How wet are you?”

I swallowed as the ice melted and dripped down the sides of my ribs. The question he was asking was one of those ones that really didn't need to be spoken. Even if he wasn't what he was, he could easily find out for himself. “You already know the answer to that.”

He chuckled softly and I could just imagine him nodding. “I do, yes.” My body had to have heated so much within the past five minutes because the water trailing along my skin was more than I would expect in this short amount of time. When he reached my belly button, my thighs instinctively clenched together at the sudden sensation that was oh-so close to them. “I want you to say it though.”

The answer was clear as day in my head. I was basically as wet as that ice cube when it finally melts fully. I was on the verge of begging, yet I could hold on for just a bit longer. “It would be easier to show you, rather than tell you.”

The melting ice was left in my belly button while his fingers moved back up my body, and over my nipples. I could tell he was moving again, to stand at the head of the island. Placing his hands on my shoulders, I felt his lips brush along my forehead. Out of curiosity, I stretched my fingers out and easily managed to grip his shirt in my hands. Moving his own hands down the sides of my body, he brushed his lips over the tip of my nose and lowly spoke, “It would be easier, I agree. You would love that though, wouldn't you Asya?” He had yet to kiss me, so when his lips came to mine and allowed the slightest touch between them, I was anticipating the taste of him to reach my taste buds. Except, every time I went to close that space between us, he would just move away, only to come back and piss off my sexual desires some more. “You would love for me to take off those jeans of yours, apply pressure to your already pulsing clit before I tasted the sweet nectar that your body has to offer.” My whole being wanted to give up at the moment he completely ignored the want that my own lips showed, and slowly—gently— he pressed his lips on the skin below my bottom lip. I didn't know how long I would be able to handle this torture, but fuck, did it make me want him more and more by the second.

It was starting to really piss me off that he was able to block me out of sensing his amount of need, and he was doing just that right at this moment. In fact, I hadn't felt anything from him at all tonight.

Fuck him.

My back snapped up in an arch when a cold surface pressed against my right nipple. Hissing under my breath, I clenched the fabric within my grasps. Only two things controlled my mind at that point: one, Larry's slowly, taunting, circulations of an ice cube on my nipples. And two, the fact that I'd gripped his shirt so tightly that I could feel the warmth of the skin on his abdomen overcome the cold of mine. It was finally my time to do the smirking. He didn't react audibly. He hadn't moved his lips away from where he last kissed, so when I felt his lips part as soon as our skin contact came, I couldn't help but feel partly accomplished.

There was another step to all of this. There was one more place I needed to go.

Biting down on my bottom lid, I felt my back arch without any warning as the sudden cold of the ice moved around my breast before casually, sliding over the left side of my chest and applying pressure right on the nipple on the opposite side.

With this reaction, I soon realized that it was giving me more room to wander, and I didn't waste any time. Dragging my fingers down the center of his abdomen, I felt my knuckles slide smoothly over each peck before I found myself meeting the hem of his own jeans. I didn't need to go inside, even though I really wanted to. I should be grateful I even made it this far without him stopping me. That's what I was expecting to happen anyway.

Pushing my fingers out more, I edged them over the front of his jeans before finally—fucking finally—landing on the large bulge that signified the real accomplishment.

That received a audible reaction that I was happy with. He sucked in a rapid breath of air.

I listened to the sudden shortness between his inhale and exhale, and just because I felt cocky, I decided to place the icing on the cake.

Gently, I pressed my lips against the skin under his lip.

That's all I wanted to do. I'd finally done something to him that he's been doing to me since the moment we left: find amusement in the fact of knowing that the other, in fact, wants you.

There was no sign of his breath calming down as long as I kept my fingers on his bulge. But I knew he wasn't going to get distracted by the smallest amount of space between my hand and his cock, he would fight it.

I'd noticed him applying more pressure on the ice cube and before I knew it, I was asking a question that needed to be done. “It's pretty unfair that I don't have a shirt on and you do.”

The ice cube came to a sudden stop and both of us briefly froze as silence settled. For an excruciating long ten seconds, he was silent and the frustration of not knowing what was on his face came, quick.

He must have noticed this new emotion and in an instant, roles had been reversed. Pressing his smirk along my chin, he said, “I could take my shirt off, yes, but I won't.”

“That defines the word unfair.”

“Then I guess I'm unfair,” he murmured, just above my lips. I knew I had completely lost control, because it would be me who finally closed the space between my lips—not him. Though, I wasn't complaining at all. By the time I registered that he was kissing me, I knew that it was over.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

“Mm,” I moaned while the fullness of his lips moved against my own. The movements were slow and could go faster, but I loved his slow and cocky way of kissing me. I never wanted him to stop. While he distracted me with the intense passion that his lips were giving, Larry cupped my breasts within his large hands. The urgency of our lips grew rapidly as our tastes mixed and became one. It may have only been a simple spiderman make out session, but to me, I was getting lost with each movement of his lips.

I pulled myself up as much as I could, trying to make lesser space between both of our bodies, but the way we were positioned only made that harder. His grip on my breasts roughened when a moan crawled its way up my throat again and just like that, he was kissing me as if lust had finally taken over him.

Except I still couldn't feel it. I still couldn't feel him.

When I needed to take a breath of air, I gracefully moved my lips away. But he didn't stop, instead moving his own up towards my chin before moving over my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there.

“I want to feel your need,” I whispered through ragged breaths. “I need to feel it. Please, let me in.”

He continued kissing along my neck and I thought that he'd chosen this question as yet another one to ignore. He proved me wrong though, when he brought his lips back to mine, only to gently, slow down on his movements, and limiting the pressure he applied on—what I was sure was—my swollen lips. It was only one kiss, and he hovered above me, letting his breath wash over my skin. Two fingers on each of his hands were rolling my nipples between them, making for a very frustrated woman to stifle another moan while trying to bear the craving for him downstairs.

“Asya,” he spoke lowly, “You couldn't handle my need right now.” I could feel his body move away from mine as the sudden absence of his teasing on my breasts disappeared. I groaned as more frustration flowed over me.

All the emotions and tension rolling throughout my body was becoming a very unbearable experience. I had my cuffed hands, wanting to escape so they could grasp onto his neck and keep him close to me. My thighs were slowly failing at trying to manage the want and need that was pooling in my panties. Then there was my eyes that needed to see him—all of him. Not imagine.

I felt his hands over mine briefly, before I heard a click. My heart raced as he moved my now partly freed wrists above me. The cuffs were still on so he must have un-clipped them from the bolt on the side of the island. Yeah, it wasn't exactly what I wanted to happen, but it was close so I had to make do.

Slowly, directing my hands until they laid on my belly, I felt one arm slide under my back where he lifted my upper body until I was sitting on the top of the island. My legs now dangled over the edge. I could feel his presence just in front of me. I could hear his breathing. His arm stayed securely around my waist and the burning trail from his eyes drifted over my skin.

I felt Larry's body slide between my legs and the excitement that had already grown there was jumping up and down ecstatically at the thought of him finally touching the area.

My head snapped up when his hands came to my neck and more roughly than before, he was capturing my lips in his. This was kind of where I saw an advantage. My hands were now free to move—together—and I didn't waste any time when I brought them up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't make any move to stop me, or even falter the slightest as his lips dominated my own. I let out a short moan when his tongue slide over mine, giving me the perfect motivation to finish taking his shirt off. I needed to feel him. He wasn't letting me in mentally, so I needed to do it the other way. It wouldn't exactly be what I wanted, but it would do.

I managed to unbutton his shirt, then I came to a problem. Because my wrists were still clasped together, I couldn't exactly pull his shirt over his shoulders. “Please take it off.”

Without moving his lips, he surprised me by doing exactly as I asked. I thought then that I'd had gained the upper hand in this again because I didn't think he would listen to me. Well, that's what I was hoping. The other reason could be he wanted to take it off anyway, so that would still leave me as the submissive... which, I didn't really have a problem with.

What I did have a problem with—was a lot of things—but the main one at this moment, was now that he had no shirt on, I wanted to feel his chest on mine. I couldn't do that without removing my lips away from his. It may be for the slightest moment, but I didn't want that. I didn't want him to leave, ever.

I settled with the second best thing and my fingers slid over the hardness of his chest, making their way up until I could wrap them slightly around his own neck. With that, I easily pulled him closer, in which he obliged.

I couldn't tell if he was listening to my body or not, because his next movements consisted of his arms wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling me fully against his body where finally our skin touched in the places that I wanted it to. What I didn't exactly think about, was the reaction my body would have to this.

He held my body weight while he lent forward. It got to the point where my hormones were overjoyed by the closeness of his bulge near my center. If these fucking jeans weren't on me, I'd be fine, but noooo, denim becomes the biggest fuckhead when in these situations.

“Larry, I need you...” I half whispered and whimpered against his lips.

He kissed me a few more times while his palms drifted down my back, where he there, pushed that area until I gasped at his large presence down below.

Yeah, I fucking hated jeans alright.

Cockily, this fucker smiled against my lips when I reacted to him. “Say something I don't know.”

Every single inch of my body groaned—yes, I know how impossible that sounds, but they did. “How long do you plan on doing this for?”

“For as long as I want,” he whispered.

“I'm starting to think I'm the only one drowning in their hormones, right now.”

Larry's body stilled right then, that I knew I'd said the wrong thing. Shivers ran up my arms while I blindly waited for what he was going to do. He hadn't moved away from me, so I couldn't have done anything badly wrong. It was the fact that he just stayed there, saying nothing that made my hairs stand.

After what felt like a long time, his arms started to slide away from my body. My instant reaction was to grip around is neck. “No—”

“It's okay, Asya,” he replied softly. Bringing his hands around mine, he moved them off his neck, causing them to slowly fall down to my lap. “You're right.”

I was right? Wait, what? Was he saying that I was fucking right? What the fuck was I right about?

My body stiffened when he lifted me off the island, gently placing my feet onto the cold ground that felt like a mile away. Leaning back against the counter, I felt his fingers tickle down the sides of my body before he fingered the hem of my jeans, murmuring, “I have made you think that you're the only one needing something, craving for it.” Well thank you for admitting it. “But that's not true.” Larry's fingers were now unbuttoning my jeans. “I do want you, Asya.” He pulled down my jeans until they were completely removed from my body. “I want to fuck you so hard that you can't walk tomorrow.” He used the tips of his fingers to brush against the inside of my leg, causing them to part. My heart began racing at a speed that wouldn't seem possible. “I want to feel your walls wrap around me like its the last cock they're ever going to see.” He was closing the space between his hands and my dripping wet center and I prayed right then. I never prayed, but I did. I prayed that he would actually do what I wanted him to do. I needed tension relieved from that area, and I needed it then, not later. “And I will do that.” My knees buckled a bit when he cupped me in one hand. A ragged breath exhaled as his palm pressed against my clit through the fabric of my panties. “I will please you in the way you want me to, but right now, I'm doing what I need to do until I know you're ready.”

“Are you registering where your hand is right now?” I managed to ask. “Because that would show you how ready I am.”

He showed me that he knew what I was talking about by running a single digit up and down the center of the fabric. “Your body is ready, yes. Your mind, not so much.” What was that supposed to mean? “All you want is for me to fuck you, ease you of the tension that's been building up.” The single finger moved under the fabric and teased my slit with one slow drag down it. “That's all you want.”

I needed my wrists to be free so I could hold most of my weight up. While his finger teased my entrance, I panted. “And... what do you... want?”

“I want my territory.” My body faltered and dropped slightly as two fingers slid easily into me. He didn't do anything to stop my knees from buckling. He just lent over me, slowly moving his fingers out before thrusting them back in. “By the time I'm finished, you will be mine.”

That's what he wanted. Me. As his.

Click!

Our bodies both stilled as our ears registered the new sound. For a second, I thought he'd unlocked my cuffs but his hands didn't leave where they were. Which meant something unexpectedly has come.

“Brother!” I heard being hollered and I swore my heart stopped at this new voice. “Are you here?”

“Fuck,” Larry hissed, while his fingers remained motionless inside me. “Fuck.”

“Who is that?” I asked, even though it was pretty fucking obvious considering this guy yelled 'brother'.

There was another first time when it was only Larry's rapid breathing that I could hear, all while he continued cussing under his breath. I just listened, while sounds of feet nearing the kitchen started to play out. I was pretty much on the verge of a panic attack until Larry's fingers moved out of me, and he was holding my face between his palms. “I'll be right back, okay.”

“No, no, no,” I whispered urgently, successfully inserting my fingers through a loop in his jeans. “Please, don't leave me. Larry...”

“I have to get rid of him,” he answered. Bringing my lips to his, he kissed me softly, trying to comfort me in the best way he could. “I promise I'll be back. Trust me.”

Trust him? That's been what this whole thing was about right?

He placed a slow kiss on my forehead before all body contact between us was gone. I listened to his footsteps as he walked out of the kitchen, and my body reacted in a withdrawal way as I slid down to the cold ground, basking in the darkness that the blindfold over my eyes had to offer. There were no other sounds coming from the other room where Larry should have walked, and I became worried about that. I needed to be warned if something didn't work and this random guy walked in on me basically naked on the floor.

My thoughts started moving on a road that would lead me to panic, so I diverted myself and thought about what he had said before any of this happened.

He wanted to make me his. This was definitely him marking his territory. And you know, if this was anyone else, I wouldn't have accepted this very well. But he was my prince. It was in my blood that I would want him to fuck me. Owning was a completely different story, but I didn't see a problem with that. With that thought came another. What would that make me if I was willing to give myself to him? Would that make me his fuck-toy? Would I be submissive to him every single time I saw him? Would he sexually torture me to the point that he was satisfied? Like he was now.

Yet, he wasn't satisfied. He was waiting for something.

But I didn't know what. I'd done everything he said. I'd allowed him to kiss me, touch me, hold me, but it didn't seem to be enough for him. He was holding his own arousal while pleasing mine, but he wanted something.

He wanted something mentally to happen.

He wanted me to want him, like he wanted me, exactly.

That's it.

My mind blanked out when the sound of footsteps came into the kitchen. The rapidness of my breathing resumed at the anticipation of who it could be. This was why I wanted to be able to hear what was going on in that room. I didn't want the wrong person walking in on me.

I felt their body stop in front of me, before a hand was placed on my cheek. Instinctively, I flinched but the hand didn't move away. Instead, it comforted me into knowing that it wasn't an unwanted person. It was him. “I'm sorry I left you.”

My heart ached at his words and apologetic tone that I leaned into his touch. "I'm just glad it's you."

My body warmed as he caressed the skin. And something in the air changed at that moment. Before, it was filled with mixed levels of lust coming from both of us, but now... it was different.

I could feel him.

I could finally feel what he had been hiding from me since the beginning and I understood everything.

All this time, all my body wanted was to feel the release of a fuck, he had said that. This whole time, I didn't care for much but that. That's why we were different. Yes, he wanted the release too, but he only wanted it from one person. But it wasn't a fuck to him. A fuck was something simple and emotionless—fueled by lust. You would think that that would be our main drive right then, but it wasn't.

It was something more.

“Make me yours,” I whispered under my breath.

I knew he had heard me very clearly. His hand stilled over my cheek while he thought over my words.

The slightest touch of his lips over mine came and I could feel him smile. “It's about time.” Without any warning, he was pulling my body against him while his lips captured mine. I moaned as a single hand came back down and slid into my panties, instantly dragging his fingers over my swollen clit.

My hips rolled as he thrust two fingers in me and created a fast rhythm while his thumb drew over my nub.

“I need to taste you,” he said, dragging his lips off mine and down the side of my neck. His fingers didn't lose any rhythm while he lowered my body down to lie flat on the ground. I was glad that my cuffs weren't attached to anything at this point and I gripped onto his fro as it tickled the skin on my ribs. His lips kissed a path down my abdomen while the hand that wasn't fucking me, parted my legs wide.

My fingers gripped harder and my toes curled when he flattened his tongue on my clit. The pressure he applied caused my back to arch to a point that I was nearly lifting my upper body off the floor. I felt his fingers curl inside me while his tongue moved over the nub. He wrapped his lips around it soon after and my body became frustrated at his sudden sucking motion. “Larry.” I was panting so much that I couldn't even say anything else. Everything was clouded in me. All my focus was on his fingers thrusting at the same rapid pace that his mouth was working just above them.

I pushed down on the back of his head when his fingers slid out, only for them to immediately be replaced by his tongue, and by then, I was gone. There was a nagging at the bottom of my abdomen that was begging to explode. All of me wanted to reach the edge, but mentally, I didn't. I didn't want this to end. I didn't want him to move away from that area. I wanted him to stay there, forever. Just him.

But of course, it had to end and he was kissing his way up my body.

The next thing he done surprised me. He lifted my body off the floor until I was standing and he and walked me around the island before placing me on top of it. I could feel the bolt that my cuffs were locked up to on the side of my leg, but I couldn't figure out what he was doing.

Then he took my blindfold off.

It took my eyes a while to adjust to the sudden change of light, but when they did, Larry was looking right back at me, his eyes glowing so red that you would think he was on the verge of exploding as well. That had to be what my eyes looked like.

We just stayed there, looking at each other. My eyes raked over the perfect structure of his features, before moving over and memorizing every inch of the skin on his chest and abs. I kept moving down until something I didn't know before made itself known.

He didn't have his jeans on anymore. He was completely naked in front of me, and he was raging hard. The length of him went along his lower abdomen and I could feel the pulsing of the blood inside it. He was thick, and long. The veins protruding from it made me lick my lips and I could feel every inch of want from him come alive in a few seconds.

What happened next was definitely out of the blue, but completely in-sync. Pressing our bodies against each other, his lips roughly landed on mine while his hands worked to pull my panties off. Yeah, you could say most of this was lust, but that wasn't really it. We didn't just want each other. We needed each other.

Managing to perfectly take my panties off, he worked the tip of his cock over my clit, making me moan deep into his mouth. Slowly but applying pressure, he dragged it down my slit before it circled around my entrance.

“Do it,” I begged while I looked into his eyes. “Claim it.”

That was all he needed before he entered within one single thrust. Really, all I remember doing is gasping. I didn't really predict the amount of force it would have against my walls, but when I felt his thickness stretch them, my mind blanked out and became light.

I was going to be honest, it took me a while to get used to his size, but once I found myself comfortable with it, I started moving my hips in hopes he'd get the message. He did.

We didn't need to kiss right then. As much as I loved his lips before, all I really wanted to do was hold him against my body, his forehead resting against mine while his cock moved in and out of me. And that's what we did. He held me while our breaths mingled, his eyes looking into mine, while I felt his length cause my insides to melt. My nails dug into the skin of his chest, because you know, they had nowhere else to fucking go.

I nestled my head into his cheek while I found myself needing to lie it down. I was already mentally exhausted by trying to control my hormones that now it was finally getting what it wanted, I just wanted to live in it.

Larry kissed along my shoulder while I continued nestling. My eyes looked down and watched as he moved himself into me at such a perfect pleasurable pace. The warmth of his breath washed over the base of my neck while he hugged me. I could feel his palms slide up and down my back. Moving my head up, I brushed my lips against the lobe of his ear. “I need it harder.”

Even though the position we were in came very close to intimate, what we both needed was something more, something intimate, but deeper. And it was like we were thinking the same thing—which would come to a surprise.

Sliding out of me, Larry stepped back and allowed me to get off. Without wasting time, I turned and he pressed the front of his body against my back. Reaching his arms around me, he grabbed my wrists and I watched as he fingered the center of the cuffs, where a clip hung, before pulling my hands up and attaching them to the bolt. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. Moving my body forward, I pressed the bottom of my abdomen against my hands, and bent forward, lying my upper-body along the counter while my legs spread open. A single palm of his rested just at the lower of my back while he brought himself back inside me.

A sigh of relief came passed my lips at this. The feel of him right then was what I needed—what we both needed.

Using my hips as leverage, he started thrusting in and out of me, not losing any pace that he had before. I could see why he asked if I was sure before this, because about five seconds into him taking me from behind, I really wished I could lean up and grip onto him again.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as his cock teased my g-spot with every thrust. My legs began to weaken as he went deeper and deeper, making sure no millimeter of his cock didn't get left behind.

I felt sweat drip down the side of my face when I looked up. His fingers gripped onto my hips, digging into the skin while he grew more rough and impatient between each thrust.

“I need to—” My words cut off as I felt the pool in my lower abdomen grow more and more. It was like a volcano waiting to erupt.

“Hold on,” he said, lowly, through his own ragged breaths. He thrust into me faster, causing my body to shudder with every one. “Wait.”

My eyes clenched closed, along with my lips which muffled every moan forcing its way up. I don't know why he wanted to make it worse, but he did as soon as his fingers came under to circle over my clit.

That was the final straw. I was literally so close to releasing everything that I actually screamed/whimpered into the counter. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can, Asya.” He didn't slow down, or even release pressure on my clit, to actually help me hold it. It was like he wanted me to die, but he's saying 'wait, hold on'. It was both frustrating, and stressful—they're the same thing right?

“Larry,” I managed to say, except it was a grumble as I buried my face into the hard surface.

“Hold on.” It really pissed me off how he sounded so calm and focused. “Come here.” His fingers wrapped under my neck and he lifted my body up until I could hear him breathing in my ear. “Do you know how fucking amazing it feels to be inside you?” Is that why he's making me hold on for my dear life right now? Seriously. “You're so warm. So fucking wet.” He applied more pressure over my clit, and my moans came out more loud and frantic than before.

“You...” I couldn't even talk anymore. Inside, I wanted to yell at him for making me wait. Call him a fucking bitch. Seriously, I wanted to say everything under the sun but I couldn't.

“It's been so long. The wait has been worth it.” His teeth grazed over my ear lobe, and I thought about how everything he was doing wasn't helping me hold in any way. “You want to cum... I can feel it.” No fucking shit, sherlock.

One of his hands came under my leg and he lifted it, allowing him more room to explore. “Then by all means.” He kissed just below my ear. “Cum. Cum for me, Asya.”

As soon as he said the word, I felt the whole world lift off my shoulders as the pool residing in my abdomen finally released. Feeling my body jerk, I allowed for him to hold me as the wave crashed, sending my whole body into a vast of sensation. My ears rung. My mouth dried. My eyes clenched. He continued thrusting into me as I hit my peak, and right after I screamed in pleasure, he was whispering words into my ear that I couldn't exactly make out. Though, it had something to do with his own orgasm because not long after, I felt his body shudder behind me as his thrusts abruptly stopped being consistent.

There was no sound that my ears could pick up on besides his and my own breathing. My whole body was weak. I knew I couldn't hold myself up and I was thankful for his own arms wrapping around me, becoming my leverage.

But like the rest of the night, something surprised me and came unexpectedly.

Darkness trailed through me, coaxing me to close my eyes. It was like a needed slumber awaited me. I couldn't even reject it. I let it come. And before I knew it, I felt my whole body shut down as nothing but blackness became my surroundings.

----

When I finally gained consciousness again, I immediately noted the hard warmth under my body, and the softness on top of me. Slowly peeling my eyes open, I first noticed the tanned chest I was under before I moved up and looked in the now brown eyes of Larry. “I passed out.” And currently laid right over his body, in his king sized bed.

“Yes, you did,” he confirmed. I felt his fingers comb through my hair while he smiled at me.

I moved my own fingers and realized their positioning on his chest, not in restraints. “How long was I out for?”

He pursed his lips out and thought for a few seconds. “Eleven hours.”

Eleven hours? “Are you kidding me? It's been that long. Shit, my sisters will be worried.” I made the move to get up until his arms circled around my waist, holding me still.

“It's okay. They know where you are,” he answered.

This made my eyes widen. “What did they say? Who did you talk to?”

He thought again. “I think this one was the envious one.” Livia. “She asked where you were. I explained who I was and that you were okay. Then she asked if you'd finished your mission?” He looked to me for an explanation.

“Uhh...” I started. Shit. “It's a long story. Her ex boyfriend was at the club and she wanted me to confront him. And... I... didn't. I kind of got caught up.”

Larry's smirk confirmed that he knew what happened after that. Then it slipped off and a thoughtful expression was on his face. “Your sister, the one that holds the wrath?”

“Lissa?” This was the last thing I'd expected him to bring up.

“Yes...” He still thought about these possibilities in his head. “Does she hold hatred towards this ex-boyfriend?”

“A lot, why?” I shrugged while I shifted my body up his. His warmth was so welcoming that I was kind of glad that I didn't need to get up and check my phone.

“What are the chances of her getting really angry at 3 in the morning?”

My brows furrowed at this question. I didn't really want to think at this moment, but I did anyway, exhaling a long breath. “She went to boxing. Usually after that she's worked up. I guess, once she got home, Livia would have told her that he was in town, so the chances would be about eighty-twenty.”

His hand caressed the skin on my back while he remained in his thoughts. “Remember when my brother came over this morning?”

Well, I wouldn't have unless it was mentioned. “Sure.”

“He came over with blood all over his clothes. He had gotten into a fight with some guy, out of the blue. It was so sudden for him that he ran to me wondering what the fuck had happened. This guy did nothing to my brother, yet received the anger of a raging bull.”

I was following his story, yes... Was I understanding what his point was? No. “Why are you telling me this?”

"We didn't know why before. But now, we do.” Flicking his gaze to me, he showed me a smile that almost looked as if he was proud. “My brother channeled your sister's anger.”

“What? How?”

He brushed my hair back. “The same way I could channel your lust.”

Everything clicked inside my head as the answers came to one conclusion. “Your brother is the prince of wrath.” It was the most obvious answer. “He's Satan's own spawn.”

Larry was nodding by the time I was finished. “Your sister's anger must have been very large for him to feel it.”

That was Lissa though. She could become very angry that everyone should be scared. “Wow. I guess Livia will be glad of that fact.”

He laughed and silence soon fell over us. It was new to me, having this casual conversation with a guy I just met last night, but that felt like years ago. I felt like I knew everything about him right now. I was comfortable with him. I was content knowing that I was in his bed. But I didn't forget anything from last night—how could I? “You said you were going to answer my questions?”

“You still want to know them?” he asked gravely. “I don't even remember them.”

“I do. How many girls have you done that to?” The thought of him actually sharing that experience with someone else fucked me off. I didn't want anyone else touching him. But for some reason, I needed to know.

The amusement on his face watched me as the question played. “None.”

“None?”

“Not a single other. They wouldn't have been able to handle it.”

“How would you have known that?”

“Because I can tell who can handle everything I plan to offer. And I only found that in you.”

He planned? "There's going to be more?”

"I just found you, Asya. Last night was only an appetizer."

I wasn't going to lie, I'd grown excited over the thought of spending more nights with him and that was so not like me. Then again, the past twenty-four hours had been a whole new experience. But speaking of him finding me. "Why were you looking for me?"

“Something in my life was missing,” he answered with a shrug.

I could never understand half the things this guy was saying, yet I was even more curious. “What?”

He smirked. “Something.”

“Tell me,” I egged on. It had something to do with me so I did have a right to know.

Catching me off guard, he turned his body to the side, pushing me off until I was lying on my back on the soft mattress, his body hovering over mine while he held his weight with his hands on either side of my head. “Do you really want to know?”

“I do, actually.”

Larry bit down on his lower lip while his eyes raked down my body. “How much do you want to know?” He made his hidden question noticeable when he lowered the bottom half of his body onto me, letting me feel the hardened erection against my inner thighs.

“I really, really want to know,” I replied, even though, I wasn't completely sure if we were talking about the same thing. With the addition of his body on mine, my legs parted, welcoming him in as they wrapped around his waist.

He lowered his head down until his lips brushed over mine. “I thought it would be quite obvious.”

The tip of his cock was at my entrance and easily he slid in. Stifling a grunt, I flattened my palms against his abdomen. “Can you just tell me?” Before I get entirely distracted with your dick inside me.

“It's common sense really.” He grinned while he inserted his full length into me. “Everyone who reads fairy tales know it.”

This was turning cryptic and I'd come up with a back-up plan to make this faster. I placed my palms on his cheeks and stopped him from showing any form of expression. “Tell me, and you can fuck me to your heart desires.”

He loved this thought and his grin was wider than ever. Placing a very chaste kiss on my lips, he finally gave me the answer I needed.

By the time it slipped, I wasn't really sure if I should've found it cheesy, or... nah, cheesy was the only word for it.

Either way, it was the biggest surprise in the past twenty-four hours.

Grinning sheepishly over my lips, he said, “Every prince needs his princess, Asya.”

Then we fucked happily ever after...

The end.

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