Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series (34 page)

“I want to kiss you too,” I told him. “But
right now I want to fuck you more.”

His eyes blazed and I noticed they were
finally completely back to their old silver-blue.

“Fuck me, then,” he growled. “Fuck your sweet
pussy on my cock, Addison.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. With a low
moan of pleasure, I raised myself up until he was almost out of me
and then came back down hard, letting him stretch me to the limit.
Then I did it again and again.

It didn’t take Corbin long to catch my
rhythm. Despite the fact that he was chained down, he still managed
to thrust up, his hips moving and the tight muscles of his abs and
thighs flexing rock hard under me as he rocked upward, filling my
pussy with his cock.

“Yes, oh God, Corbin!” I heard myself
moaning. I could feel that I was getting close to coming again but
I didn’t have time for that now. It was almost time to put my plan
in action.

Almost time to die,
whispered a voice
in my head but I was too far gone to pay it attention.

“Gods, darling, you feel so good around me,”
Corbin growled. “Love to feel that sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I
just wish I could taste you again while I fuck you.”

“You can,” I said. Reaching between my legs
to where we were joined, I slipped my first two fingers into my
folds and coated them in my juices. Then I leaned forward and slid
them into Corbin’s mouth.

He sucked them gently, his eyes full of lust
as he continued to pump up into me. I could feel the edges of his
fangs on either side of my digits and I knew this was the best
opportunity I was going to get.

I slid my fingers out of his mouth and
quickly replaced them with the tender underside of my wrist. I felt
the razor sharp points pressing against the blue bracelet of veins
that lay there. It was time. Corbin was already looking at me, a
question in his eyes. If he guessed what I was doing, he would stop
me.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed hard against
him and pulled down sharply, sliding his fangs along the length of
my wrist. Almost at once I felt a searing pain, as though I had
been cut with a very sharp knife and saw a dribble of blood running
down my arm.

I was bleeding.

Corbin’s eyes widened as he tasted my blood,
and then went abruptly from silver-gray to glowing red.

“Addison,” he gasped, turning his head to try
and get away from me. “Darling, no! What are you doing?”

“Paying a debt,” I said, and pressed my
bleeding wrist against his lips again. “Drink, Corbin.
Drink
.”

The silver cuffs were the first to go.

I heard them bend, then snap with a metallic
whine of metal put under too much stress. The leg irons were next.
Corbin popped them loose with frightening ease—as though he were
kicking off a pair of too tight shoes.

Well, so much for my vamp-proof
restraints.

I was frozen in place above him, his cock
still buried firmly in my pussy and my bleeding wrist still pressed
to his mouth. His eyes were wide and wild and crimson red—as red as
my blood—and I didn’t see anything human in them anymore.

My first instinct was to get off him and
run—but run where? The huge, heavy vault door was closed—there was
no way out of the small room. And then Corbin took away even that
small option by clamping his big hands roughly around my upper
arms.

“Corbin!” I gasped but he was already in
motion. He pulled out of me in one swift motion and flipped me
over, changing our positions so that he was on top.

I lay there, helpless under him, covered by
his big body. Heavy legs pinned my bottom half to the bed and his
still hard cock branded my belly with his heat. His muscular arms
formed a cage around my upper half and his eyes stared down into
mine, wild and feral and hungry. I had never seen his fangs so long
and sharp before and they were red with blood—
my
blood. Oh
God.

I’m going to die here tonight,
I
thought numbly, and knew it was true. This small room would become
my tomb. Tomorrow Detective O’Meara would be cleaning up my remains
and wondering—like I had so many times before—how anyone could be
so
stupid
.

And then, Corbin stopped staring at me and
began to move. I expected him to rip into me immediately but he
didn’t. Instead, he pressed his face to my hair and inhaled deeply.
Why is he smelling me?
I thought, and then I remembered what
he had said about my scent and how hard it made him.

Sure enough, I could feel his cock still
throbbing against my belly. If anything, it seemed larger than it
had been before. Was that even possible?

It seemed that it was. Soon, Corbin started
rubbing against me, thrusting against my belly as though seeking my
entrance.

“Corbin?” I whispered, turning my head to try
and look at him.

My gesture was met with a warning growl and I
froze at once. I knew from grim experience what had happened.
Feeding him my blood while we made love had flipped a switch inside
him. The lethal combination of sex and blood had temporarily
clouded his conscious mind and allowed the ruthless predator that
lived inside every vamp free rein.

As Corbin continued to nuzzle me, I
remembered what he had told me during our last sexual encounter.
“Hold still!”
he had ordered and it was the only time I had
ever heard him sound close to panic. Probably because he knew the
killing urges were coming to the surface and he didn’t want me to
trigger them—as I had just now.

But the memory gave me an idea.

There was no way I could fight Corbin and
nowhere to run, even if I had been fast enough to get away from
him, which I absolutely wasn’t. But what if I offered the predator
everything he wanted without any resistance at all?

What if I just…submitted?

Just then, Corbin began moving lower—I felt
his hot breath against my throat and his long, sharp fangs scraping
the side of my neck.

I tensed, my heart suddenly beating like it
was trying to pound its way right out of my chest. My overwhelming
instinct was to roll away from him or at least to hunch my shoulder
up close to my ear and try to protect my vulnerable throat. I
started to do just that but Corbin’s warning growl above me made me
stop.

Submit,
I told myself.
Just
submit.

It was the hardest thing I had ever done and
it went against every bit of common sense I possessed, but I did
it. Instead of trying to keep him away from my neck, I turned my
head to the side, baring it for him, offering my throat in a
gesture of submission as old as time itself.

Corbin struck.

I cried out as his fangs pierced my flesh and
he latched onto my neck. Dear God, this was it—I was going to
die!

Except…I didn’t. Though he sucked savagely,
Corbin didn’t maul me or rip out my throat. And then, though I
would have sworn it was impossible, I started to feel the familiar
delicious tingle of pleasure I always got when he drank from
me.

Oh God—not now! Was I crazy, getting turned
on when I was right on the edge of death? Here I was, pinned to the
bed beneath a bestial vampire completely out of his mind with
blood- and fuck-lust and I was getting hot again.

Go with it,
whispered a little voice
in my head. It seemed like crazy advice, but what else could I do?
I closed my eyes, shutting out the present and remembered instead
the gentle way Corbin had kissed my pussy through my panties the
night he had taken blood from my thigh. The way he had fingered me
as he drank from my neck. All the hot, dirty words he murmured,
telling me what he wanted to do to me, telling me exactly how he
would take me. He always made me come so effortlessly, always
pleasured me so thoroughly—how could I help loving him? How could I
help getting hot for him even when I was in danger?

From the rubbing Corbin was doing against my
belly, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. He was trying to
find my entrance in earnest now, thrusting against me in an
increasingly frustrated way as he growled softly against my
throat.

Again, my first impulse was to close my
thighs tightly—he could literally fuck me to death in this state.
Allowing him access was crazy.

But you have to,
whispered the little
voice that I was beginning to think of as my survival instinct.
You have to let him in. Submit, Addison. It’s the only way to
survive. Submit.

Submit. Right.

Taking a deep breath, I spread my thighs for
him, opening wide for the thick battering ram of his cock,
surrendering to my fate.

It was the only thing I could do.

Corbin found my entrance almost at once. I
muffled a gasp as I felt the broad, mushroom shaped head of his
cock press hard against me. Then, with one savage thrust, he was
seated deep within me again, the tip of his shaft pressing hard
against the end of my channel. He was thicker than he had been
before—I was sure of it. He was stretching me wide, so much wider
than he had earlier. I had never felt so completely helpless and
yet I was still hot. As frightened as I was, I still wanted
him.

“Corbin,” I whispered as he pulled back until
he was almost out of me. “Please…if you’re still in there, don’t
hurt me.”

My only answer was a low, animalistic
growl.

And then he was pounding into me, taking me
hard and fast with thrust after punishing thrust until I moaned
with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His fangs were still buried in
my throat and his cock pinned me to the bed. I was reminded hazily
of the very first time we had been together—the night he had
accidentally drawn my blood and barely held himself back from the
brink of madness—the same madness that gripped him now.

“
I want to fuck you, Addison. Not gently,
either,”
he had said.
“I want to take you thoroughly, want
to claim you completely and know that you’re mine. I want you on
your back, helpless under me. Your legs spread, your pussy open for
my shaft.”

Well, he had me in exactly that position now
and despite my fear and the rough way he was fucking me, he still
hadn’t torn me apart. In fact, if anything it almost seemed like he
was holding himself back some. It wouldn’t have looked like it to
an outsider—Corbin was pistoning into me as though he wanted to
literally nail me to the bed, making me gasp with every thrust. But
he easily could have done much, much worse. He could have killed me
by now but he hadn’t.

For the first time, I began to hope I might
survive this.
You can,
whispered the little voice.
If you
just submit. Submit and give in to the pleasure.

“Corbin,” I moaned, spreading my thighs even
wider for him, giving him greater access to my pussy. “God,
yes…take me.
Take me.”

I didn’t know if he could understand me or
not but he certainly seemed to respond to my words. With a low
growl, he reached beneath me and shoved his arms under my thighs.
His broad shoulders split me wide as he pushed my legs higher,
opening me wider, making me feel even more utterly helpless.

I cried his name breathlessly as he changed
the angle of his approach and began thrusting again. Somehow this
new position allowed him to reach deeper inside me, to reach places
I had never felt before. One spot in particular seemed to shoot
sparks of lightning through me every time he hit it.

Oh God…oh God…
I could barely breathe
as once again the pleasure started to build to a peak despite my
predicament or maybe even
because
of it. I had never been so
out of control in my life, had never been so completely at anyone’s
mercy as I was now at Corbin’s. He had me trapped, spread wide and
pinned to the mattress, my body open for his pleasure, his fangs
buried in my neck and there was nothing I could do about it. But
somehow, I didn’t
want
to do anything about it.

God help me, it made me hot.

His very roughness brought me pleasure, the
animalistic need I could feel coming from him, the predator’s urge
to conquer and subdue. He wasn’t just fucking me anymore—he was
breeding
me. Claiming me as his own, marking me so that no
other male would come anywhere near me. Corbin owned me now—he had
stamped his mark on my heart as surely as he was marking my body. I
was his…utterly and completely his.

With that knowledge and my complete and total
surrender, I began to come.

“Corbin,” I moaned, daring to lift my arms
and run my fingers through his hair. “Corbin, please…coming. Coming
so
hard.”

My nipples were so tight they hurt and I
could feel my inner muscles contracting around him, could feel my
pussy milking his shaft, trying to draw him deeper into me, to get
more of him inside. Corbin must have felt it too because his
furious rhythm speeded up until I moaned in a mixture of pain and
pleasure. The sensations were so intense I couldn’t tell the
difference anymore. The push and pull of his cock inside my cunt,
the ruthless way he pistoned into me…every harsh, delicious stroke
was driving me out of my mind.

Can’t take much more,
I thought numbly
as a second orgasm followed the first, exploding inside me like a
star going nova.
Can’t do it. Can’t—

And then Corbin began to come. I groaned as I
felt his cock thrust to the hilt inside me and his seed spilling
into me in a hot flood. It was the same sensation I had felt the
first time we made love but there seemed to be more of it this
time.
More of everything,
I thought deliriously.
More
pain, more pleasure, more blood…

More blood? Why was that important?

I realized that black spots were dancing
before my vision. It occurred to me that this entire time Corbin
had been fucking me, he had also been sucking my blood. How much he
had taken, I didn’t know but I was beginning to feel lightheaded
and dizzy. Was he going to kill me after all? Would he drain me dry
even if he didn’t fuck me to death?