Arrows and Apologies (Monsters & Muses, #4)

by Sav R. Miller

“All night, I’ve imagined how you’d taste, little thief.” Another lick and the flat of his thumb follows. “Imagined what this view would look like. How it’d feel to worship a deviant.” I shudder. “And?” Teeth nick my clit again, causing me to cry out. “Fucking divine.” As he finishes his sentence, his tongue spears inside me.

“Well, yeah.” I blink, staring. “But I’ve never actually seen one there. Jesus, that looks painful.” “It was. But I’ve had it a long time, and I can assure you, I rarely even remember it being there.” My nose wrinkles. “Why’d you do it?” “Ask me again when I’ve bottomed out inside you.”

“Innocent lassies don’t come all over the face of a man they don’t know. They don’t strip bare in an alley and spread their delicious thighs, and they certainly don’t ask the monster to fuck them.”

“And what would you have done if I came inside you? If I pumped your sweet cunt full of my cum? So full that she’d leak for a week, and you’d have to walk around with the reminder of how deliriously good I felt every damn day.”

“Because I’m a bitch?” She smiles. “An acquired taste, not for the faint of heart.” Leaning back to judge her handiwork, she wipes some of the dark red lipstick from one corner of my mouth. “Lucky for you, Mayor Wolfe doesn’t scare easy.”

I’m not sure why the idea of knocking her up appeals to me so much, but I cannot deny that the urge is there. Pure and animalistic, as though desperate for a way to trap her here.

“You’re right, mate. She’s more than just an assistant, so if I hear you proposition her for sex again, I’ll have you fired and chased out of this fucking town. If she goes home with and rides anyone’s cock tonight—or any other night—it’ll be mine.”

Fuck. My cock stiffens as I think about her obedience. I don’t have it. Not yet anyway. She defies me every way she can, which only intrigues me further. There aren’t many people in my life willing to go against me, and her fire burns so well.

I move the cloth down her neck, cleaning away invisible debris. Between her and Elena, there really isn’t much of anything left to scrub away. I just want to touch her.

He doesn’t kiss me, for which I’m grateful. I’ve never much liked kissing. It’s weirdly intimate, and I prefer to get down to brass tacks when it comes to sex.

Even though he’s seen me naked and had his head between my thighs, allowing him to dress me feels entirely more vulnerable than the sex-related undress.

“Or do you just like the rush?” I breathe, plucking her nipple with a sharp tug. “Maybe you like running because you know I’ll follow.”

“God doesn’t get on his knees to worship,” I mutter against her, taking her clit between my teeth. “You’re in bed with the devil, m’eudail, and I don’t think he intends on letting you go.”

“You’re the one who talked all that shit about making me a cream puff.” As I reach to unbutton my shirt, I choke on my saliva. “A cream puff? Jesus, Cora.” “What?” “Nothing.” I chuckle, discarding my shirt and pulling back the covers to slide in beside her. “I just don’t think I’m going to be able to have brunch with my mum tomorrow, is all. She loves cream-filled pastries.”

There’s something wildly intoxicating about bringing a powerful, dangerous man to his knees. It makes you want, even when you know he’s bad for you. Maybe especially then. Desserts tend to be more delicious when you’re not supposed to have them.

A swatch of dark hair and familiar gold eyes

Hollis, Alister’s ex has to be Lucian Cora’s brother I swear to fucking god…

“Even death won’t save you from me.”

Oh. Oh, wow. Do I have a blood kink, or is there something so depraved and primal about seeing this man lap at that particular fluid?

“I’d love to fuck you in things I’ve paid for. If I had my way, you’d be in expensive fabrics every night, just so I could rip a hole in them and stain them with my cum afterward.”

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he rasps, biting until I’m sure he draws blood, but then he’s pounding into me with such force that I’m pushed up toward the cliff.

“We’re gonna fall—” Sparks burst behind my eyes as he drops my legs, pushing our hips flush together and rolling. He keeps his arm banded around my waist to keep me in place, and I come almost violently this time as he lands on his back, impaling me as deep as possible with me straddling his hips. Now, it’s his head hanging off the cliff, and the water rages below, waiting to claim a victim. “Ride me,” he says, clutching my hips so tight that I know he’ll leave bruises.

My words do it, and he scores his teeth along my neck, biting through the groan that racks his body. His hand slips off the ground, and we shift abruptly, hanging obscenely close to the edge of the cliff. One wrong move, and this could be the last memory either of us has.

More than likely, though, it’s just my body’s primal desire to keep Cora attached. To claim her, permanently. That’s a problem.

Aplana doesn’t have an animal shelter, so I thought she could start one.

She could hurt me all she wants. I would still want to take care of her.

He’s a beast. Hungry, depraved, and agitated, waiting for his prey to mistakenly wander back into his life.

“I’m dumping all my cum in you, and I want your cunt sucking it all in, okay? I don’t want you wasting a single goddamn drop. You won’t be of use to anyone else with my baby in your belly.” Toxic? Yes. Never claimed to be anything but. Walls fluttering, she nods chaotically, though I’m not even convinced she’s really paying attention to what I’m saying.

“You weren’t that rough.” “Then what happened? Who did this?” His stare darkens. “Who the fuck were you with?”

Why does this vile man have to be so fucking soft?

“You don’t treat me with little kid gloves,” I say after a prolonged silence, the honesty burning a hole in my throat. “And that’s what I l—” Abruptly, I cut myself off, and his brows twitch, his gaze wide and stuck to mine. I swallow, working my jaw as my heart rages. “I… like that about you. People tend not to take me seriously, but you always have.”

He killed someone for me?

“You love me?” I repeat, a tiny sliver of something sprouting in my chest. “Infinitely, and with every fiber of my being, Cora Astor. I’ve loved you since the second you walked into my life, and I’ll love you every second after, until I have no more to love you with.”