"No!" And the way her horrified gaze actually flew up to him in protest had Etienne's cock jutting out in response. "So you want it rough, mi vavli?"
"Y-Yes---" And then she couldn't say anything anymore because he was doing as she had asked, and now it was just so much rougher, the smooth, steady pace of his earlier thrusts replaced by abrupt, forceful shoves that hurt so, so good.
It was so unbelievably good that she could feel her eyes rolling back, but the moment her head started to fall, she heard him growl, "Keep your eyes on my fingers."
And so her gaze snapped back to his fingers. Those beautiful, long fingers that seemed hell-bent on destroying her pussy, and the thought had her panting. Hard. How would it feel if that were to happen...and that was it for her.
The moment she imagined his fingers ruining her pussy, it was all over for her, and blinding pleasure stealing her breath and making her body arch as love juices once again gushed out of her.
"Etienne." She couldn't help sobbing his name as his still-thrusting fingers turned the pleasure into a relentless force and she began to fear her body would never be able to stop shaking, never be able to recover from this endless, dizzying heat that was threatening to make her pass out.
She felt him pull his fingers out, but when her gaze lowered, it was to see him guiding his fully erect cock to her entrance, and a strangled gasp escaped her. "I c-can't..."
"You can." The head of his cock was now nudging the soft, aching folds made extra sensitive by her orgasm. "And you will."
"Etienne, p-please---"
"It's going to be all good again," he crooned. "You can take me again, mi vavli." The head of his cock slipped inside of her, and a shocked whimper escaped her at how full this immediately made her feel.
"Feels good now, doesn't it?" Etienne purred. "And we're only just beginning..."
Only...just...beginning.
The thought made her feel dazed, but she no longer resisted, couldn't even think of resisting as his cock pushed further inside of her, inch by aching inch. His cock felt so much harder and larger than his fingers, so impossibly thick that it was almost as if his cock was pushing and forcing the walls of her vagina to open wider.
"Open your eyes," Etienne ordered.
And so she did, and once again, the pleasure grew exponentially. It just felt so bad, so dirty and forbidden, to see a man's dick fully embedded inside of her, and when it started to move...when she saw that same dick start pounding into her...
Etienne's jaw clenched as he saw her lips start trembling while she watched him fuck her hard. "Do you enjoy watching me fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Say it," he growled.
"I...I enjoy watching you fuck me." And the words had her moaning right after, because there was just something about speaking the truth out loud that made the pleasure all the more hotter, and ooooooh. He had reached for her clit all of a sudden, and the way he was rubbing it had her body jerking and twisting and her mind spiraling out of control.
"P-please---"
"Please what?"
"Please---"
"Please don't stop rubbing your clit?"
"Y-yes." Her voice came out in an imploring gasp. "P-Please don't stop rubbing my clit---no!" Because despite her words, the finger on her clit had actually stopped moving, and even his cock had gone still. "Please," she sobbed.
"Then scream it out," Etienne grated harshly. "I want you screaming the words out---"
"But---" And then she started to feel him withdrawing out of her, and desperation seized her. "Noooo00---"
"You know what to do."
She whimpered, but because he still didn't move a muscle, she just couldn't help it. "Fuck me," she screamed. "Please fuck me---"
His laugh was one of masculine triumph and possessiveness, but she couldn't even make herself care because he was doing just as she had asked him to do. His finger was rubbing her clit hard, and his cock...oh dear God, his too-long, too-hard, and too-thick cock...it was pounding into her harder and harder and harder---
"Yes!" And this time, he didn't even have to ask her to scream. "Yes, God. Yes." She was doing it all on her own. "Fuck me harder, please." Because the shameless pleasure in screaming the truth was addictive all on its own, and when she saw his fangs flash out---
AAAAAAAH.
His fangs sank into her neck just as his cock started pummeling her pussy with deep, forceful thrusts that had her seeing stars. And the moment she felt her blood flow out, the moment she heard him suck on her neck, Spencer could only scream once more as orgasm once again took over, and then she could only scream again and again when a moment later, she felt him growl against her neck just as his cock shot out a thick wad of cum inside of her.
His cock jerked and jerked, his seed stuffing her to the brim there just wasn't an inch of space left and she could feel it literally stream down her inner thighs.
So good. So good. Just so, so good. It was her last thought as exhaustion drew her into sleep's embrace, and she couldn't manage to pry her eyes open even as she felt him finally pull out, and after a while, start cleaning her with what felt like a wet washcloth.
Later, she heard voices coming from the outside, drifting past the bedroom door that he had left slightly ajar. It was Etienne...and Kiernan, asking him if he had breakfast yet, and when he said no, she offered him toast.
Mm.
Something about that didn't sit right.
Something about the way Kiernan liked her toast...
Oh my God!
Spencer was instantly awake and barely managed to wrap the covers around her as she stumbled out of the room and ran into the kitchen...but it was already too late. "No, stop!" Kiernan liked her toast buttery and garlicky and she could only watch in horror as Etienne took a bite.
Chapter Eight
"Stop smirking, you smug prick." The words burst out of Spencer the moment they were safely out of her roommate's earshot.
Etienne, already one flight of stairs ahead of her, paused mid-stride to look up at her. "There is no need to be embarrassed, brat. You are my woman, and therefore it's only natural that you are concerned about my safety." He paused. "Although, it is the second time you have done that in the span of a mere few hours." Etienne directed an inquiring look at her. "You hide it well, but..." And this was when his dark eyes gleamed. "You must care for me very much, don't you?"
"Go to hell."
But this only had her boss look at her knowingly, and it had her itching to slap the smugness off his face.
"Still..." Etienne's tone took on a slightly serious note. "We must do something about that."
"That?"
"There is clearly much for you to learn about my race as my woman." As soon as Spencer reached his side, he took hold of her hand so they could descend the rest of the steps together. "I have a couple of books in my personal library that can help get you started."
"Uh huh."
"But I'll also endeavor to give you a crash course on our way to my place."
"Okay."
Etienne raised a brow. "You're being unusually cooperative."