I nod, demurely.
“Good. I want you to take me Hunting,” he says, and my eyes widen as I take in his words. I open my mouth to protest but he continues, “I am prepared, and I am ready. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Cole, no…” I start but he shoves his tongue in my mouth to stop me speaking.
“I told you back in L.A. you aren’t being an equal-opportunities sire. You owe me the full experience.”
I owe him? The chance to go and kill somebody?
I shake my head. “No, Cole. I don’t want that for you.”
“Tough shit. You don’t get to decide.”
“Oh, yes, I do. I am your sire and I will not let you do this.”
“You will or I will find someone else who will.”
“Cole!” I exclaim.
“Liv, I want to do this. You said you would do anything.”
“Not that, baby. You will regret it,” I plead with him, still tied to the four corners of the bed. Not exactly the most dignified bargaining position.
“I won’t. I told you I am prepared.”
“It isn’t that easy to get away with it,” I say, trying a different tactic. “What if you got caught?”
“So, find me a murderer down a back alley,” he says and shrugs.
This is all sounding a bit too familiar to the conversation I had with my own sire just a few days ago. I wonder if The Thirteen is behind this attitude?
“Cole. You are not being yourself.”
“I think I am being perfectly myself. You just haven’t given me the chance to be the real me.”
“The real you? Are you crazy?” I shriek at him. I extend my claws again and this time I slice through the ties and they fall away. Slashing through the ones binding my ankles, I round on him and say, “I will not let you do this.”
“I told you, you don’t have a choice.”
“Cole.”
“Liv.”
“Baby, please be reasonable.” I remember then what CK said to me and I add quietly, “If you still feel this way tomorrow, I will take you,” hoping against hope that this is The Thirteen somehow manipulating him as it did to me.
“Good,” he says. “I knew you would see reason. Now I am not happy about you moving. You said you wouldn’t.”
“Then let me make it up to you.” I sidle closer to him, needing to distract him from this evil train of thought.
“No. I am not done with you yet.” He grabs one of his severed ties and frowns at it but ties my wrists together with it anyway. “Now stay where I put you,” he says, pulling me off the bed and turning me around. He pushes on my back so that I am leaning forward onto the bed. He gives me a hard slap to my arse, and I bite my lip. “You aren’t being very nice to me,” I sulk as he smacks me again, harder than before. “I may have to dish out a punishment for this,” I add as he smacks me again.
“Keep talking and I will keep at it,” he says before he shoves his huge cock inside me, gripping my hips in a vice as he fucks me hard. “You are too wet, I told you not to enjoy it,” he complains, and I have to laugh out loud at him. I think that is the first time I have ever been reprimanded for enjoying sex.
“I can’t help it, baby. You are turning me on with your assertiveness.”
Another slap to my arse makes me jump. “I told you to shut the fuck up.” He pulls out of me and shoves his cock higher up knowing that I won’t get anything out of this position. I grunt as he roughly enters me. It takes him all of a few seconds to come inside me and he is breathing heavily now with the exertion. “I am going to use you up today if it kills me, and not once will I let you come.”
I am appalled at his words. I have half a mind to tell him where to go and get myself out of this post-haste. But the other self-destructive, damaged part of me is thrilled with him. It is that part that makes me want more and I stay exactly where he put me even as he flops down onto the bed to rest.