Tempest in Disguise (Darkest Faerie Tale Series Book 1) (12 page)

“Don’t make me punish you Mya, you know the rules.” He massaged the tip of the crop against her nether lips until he pressed against her clitoris and leaned in closer to her. “I’d hate to have to whip that pussy of yours for being bad.”

Trembles raked over her body as the intense craving for this man reached new levels. He was so strong, so dominant, and she loved being at his mercy—not knowing what he would do to her next, to what depths he could take her—what pleasure he would bring to her. “I’m sorry Sir.” She licked her lips and swallowed in anticipation.

“Very good.” He delicately tapped the tips of his fingers against her mons.

The vibrations made her labia swell with passion, blood rushed forward and she felt her clitoris protrude in the cool air, giving him easier access to her sex. She arched her hips into his touch, needing Cole so badly, but she bit her bottom lip with ferocity to keep from telling him.

“Now, now, Mya. The only one who should be nibbling that lower lip of yours is me. Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes met his blazing ones. “You. In. Me.”

He took her lips with a crazed possession and she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, moaning like a wanton sex starved addict when his finger slid into her channel. He filled her with another finger as his other hand latched onto her breasts. His thumb below teased her clit while the other pinched her nipple.

“Make love to me, Cole,” she couldn’t help but whisper against his lips. All day, she dreamt of him taking her as his once again. More than anything she needed to feel him—all of him. “Please make love to me.”

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Cole stood in the doorway of the bedroom in complete shock. He’d heard Mya’s moans all the way from the kitchen and when he came into the room, she writhed in her sleep, touching herself. He stepped forward, intent on waking her up, but froze when she whispered, “Make love to me, Cole—please, make love to me.”

Like being hit in the solar plexus, all the air gushed from his lungs. Did she just fucking say what he thought she did, out loud? Confusion almost knocked him on his ass. He thought she wanted nothing to do with him, but here she pleaded with him to make love to her in her dreams and blatantly fondled herself.

He scrubbed a palm over his mouth. There were three options. He could wake her up, he could let her finish, or he could fulfill her plea and have sex with her.

“Please,” she moaned into the dimly lit room. Mya’s hand played between her legs.

Her plea directed his cock to stand at immediate attention. “Please what, Mya?” he whispered.

“Please make love to me Sir.”

Well, shit. If she were dreaming, she must be the most lucid dreamer he’d ever seen. “Give me one good reason why.”

“Because I’m yours.”

Her admission made his gut tighten. A deep seeded possession took root, growing and building, thirsting to plow into her and claim what was his. He strode over to the bed and placed a hand on her arm. She arched into him, pushing her breast against his fingers. With his other hand, he cupped her face and she nuzzled into his touch. “Take your hands off of your pussy, Mya,” he ordered.

Immediately, she removed them and stretched her shackled arms overhead. She gazed up at him half-lidded. “Yes, Sir.”

A guttural growl radiated in his throat and he had to swallow back the control slowly slipping from him. “Do you need my cock inside of you?”

“Yes Sir, please.”

“I will not make love to you Mya, but I will take care of you.”

Sadness danced across her eyes as she wakened fully and his chest tightened. “Of course, Sir.”

Cole reached down and undid her jeans, pulling them down to her knees with her thongs. Then he unzipped his pants and sprang his straining cock free, giving it a few strokes. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see the pussy that’s mine, Mya.”

Her knees didn’t go so far.
Shit she was still bound to one of the bedposts
. He unlocked the right ankle, so it was free from the other—the left one still remained attached to the post.

Mya’s legs opened and that beautiful pink pussy of hers came into view. Her clit stuck out of her swollen lips. White moisture pooled her entrance so slick and ready for him.

“I’ll never tire of looking at my sweet pussy,” he said as he dipped a finger inside of her. He pulled it out and sucked her juices off.
Fuck, she tasted so good
. He could feast on her breakfast, lunch and dinner. Now, there’s a thought. Her spread eagle on the dining table in front of him, so he could take licks from her greedy sex in between bites of his meal.

He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and put it on. The only way he would be able to endure what he needed to do next. True, he’d been with her without a barrier, but that was before—before she wrapped the chain around his neck and he decided he no longer wanted to mate with her. The sting of her betrayal, piercing fangs of a venomous cobra, still bit into him and infected his bloodstream. He never worried about knocking her before because Aos sí women were only fertile one week of the year and Mya wasn’t nearing her birthing cycle. But now, things were entirely different between the two of them.

Moving himself on the bed, he placed himself in between her thighs and she wrapped her free leg around his waist. He gripped her wrists over her head, making sure she stayed subdued, and didn’t try to choke him again.

He slid his cock inside her damp and warm hole. The walls of her pussy clenched him as he drove inside her. It didn’t feel the same with his shaft sheathed in rubber, but she was the one who chose to have it this way when she attempted to wrap the chain around his neck and he wouldn’t give any more of himself to her.

Her hole, sopping wet, provided enough moisture for him to slam into her and slam into her he did, burying himself inside her to the hilt. She cried out and raised her hips to meet the thrusts, but he needed to get this over with—fast. He pressed his thumb at the entrance of her sex where their bodies connected, spreading her moisture around her clit. Massaging her, he pushed into her over and over, harder and harder.

The inner walls of her hole clenched around him as her screams ripped through the air. His climax welled and exploded into the condom, coming.
Damn it.
He dropped his head. It might be the most unsatisfying orgasm he’d ever had. Even his hand provided a better relief.

“Get off,” the pained female voice said beneath him.

Cole gazed down at her.

Pained and saddened, she avoided his gaze.

“You wanted this. You asked for this,” he said.

“No.”

“I don’t understand you, Mya.” He pulled out of her and released her wrists. Rolling over to the side, he pulled his pants up and zipped his spent cock, and condom, back where they belonged—not inside her. “You were awake when I asked if this is what you wanted, so don’t you dare deny it.”

She rolled over on her side, away from him. “I asked you to make love to me.”

“I told you I couldn’t give that to you. You said of course.”

“You didn’t even look at me. You just put the condom on and fucked me—like I’m some type of sex toy—or a—a whore to be penetrated.” She sniffled.

Tightness stabbed his chest. Her words shouldn’t have cut him like they did and hellfire…it gutted him. Wanting to dominate her, to make her his was one thing, but to degrade her to the point where she felt like a prostitute wasn’t right—especially if she were to be the queen one day. “Come here.” He turned on his side and pulled her back against his chest, spooning her. “I’m sorry.” Cole kissed her ear lobe and nuzzled his lips against the side of her neck.

Trembling in his hold, she started crying in earnest and it made him feel like such a sadistic asshole. The truth was Cole did have darker tendencies than most, ever since the fateful day his face had been cut. A nefarious hunger dwelled inside of him to control, to own, to possess. He yearned to punish, to illicit pain, and she became his tempest in the disguise of an exquisitely wrapped package.

From the first time he laid eyes on Mya, he wanted to rule and restrain her. But he would never be able to satisfy his appetite for violence and pleasure, because he now realized Mya was never his to take.

He fucked up. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

In between crying sobs, she said. “Fuck you—Cole. I’m—not playing games—any longer.”

“I know.” He leaned up and kissed her check. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far so fast. But damn it, baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I lose control and after that stunt you pulled when you choked me, I don’t—shit, I don’t know anything anymore.”

Mya’s crying escalating and he pulled her in tighter, if possible. “I don’t want you to—touch me ever again—once these cuffs are off—you will rue the day you laid—a finger on me.”

He royally fucked up. No wonder the Unseelie Elder’s passed the law for him not to touch her. The cuts lacerated his soul with a double-edged sword and he needed to fix this. All he could think about was his girl. He nuzzled his check against hers. “You want me to make love to you, I will.”

“No,” she wept, cringing in on herself.

Cole smoothed her hair back from her face. Behind her, he leaned over a little more and placed a kiss to her soft, trembling lips. “You’ll never know how sorry I am, baby.” He kissed her again, the temptation to stay away from her too great. “But, I also told you before that I had a mission to seek out with you—I would tell you the truth. Do you remember?”

“Yes…”

The sound of her aching voice ripped him apart. “Once upon a time,” he spoke softly against her quivering mouth, “There was a beautiful faerie
princess born in the land of Sitnalta. Through all of the kingdoms word of her beauty spread. The little princess was a magickal creation, unlike any others ever born before her—a rare mix of Seelie and Unseelie. Fae from near and far whispered about the power she might yield once she came of age. With these whispers came fear and panic of the unknown. The little princess was whisked away and hidden as a commoner to protect her against those who would destroy such perfect innocence. Infighting between the kingdoms erupted, creating a discord until the kingdoms split apart for good and became enemies. Best friends, who were more like siblings than buddies, were divided, forced to hate one another. Relationships ripped asunder and sides were taken, as friends became foes. Fae Elders took their positions at the seat of their court, waiting and watching for the little princess to grow up,” he paused to allow her to absorb what he was telling her.

Beside him, Maya’s body grew rigid at his tale.

“One side of the court Elders wanted to destroy her. The other wanted to exalt her. For they knew one day, her incredible magick would come into full strength. The princess would become a queen and once again, unite the kingdoms in harmony upon the throne in Sitnalta. Becoming a goddess of the Tuatha Dé. Therefore, restoring the powerful presence of who the Fae truly are. Some say this will never be. That is merely a faerie tale.”

In a whisper, she asked, “And this princess—you think it’s me?”

He tucked her against him tighter for comfort and she gripped onto his arm. “Yes.”

“And which—which side are you on, the one who wants to—destroy me?” Mya inhaled a shuddering breath.

Fuck, he couldn’t tell her this way. Cole needed to see her. Coaxing her to turn over, he gazed into her eyes and cupped the sides of her face. Her sad expression and tears damn near killed him and he wiped the moisture from her cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m on the side that wants to see you exalted. It’s why I’m here to prepare you and make you stronger for what’s to come. My methods may not always be perfect, and for that, I’m truly sorry.” Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss to her sweet lips. “All I’m asking for is your trust. Yes, it must be earned, but I really need you to understand, I’ll always keep you safe and I’ll never push you past what I know you can’t handle.”

“Why?” Her lips trembled against his, a left over result from her sobbing, but she tenderly kissed him back.

Hope above all hope.

“Because I believe in you, Mya,” he whispered against her mouth, “This is meant to be your faerie tale.”

Tempest in Disguise
is the first novella of The Darkest Faerie Tale Series

Join Cole, Mya, & Gavin as the story continues in

Deep Into the Abyss

Available December 2014

About the author

Riley Bancroft grew up in the heart of Texas. Ever since she was little she favored stories on the darker side, not just supernatural, but psychological as well. She penned her first erotic poems in college about the love of her life. The pursuit of her writing career began when she wrote a short story based on the intimate scene missing in Twilight, to share with her friends. They encouraged her to write her own novel. And so, she did.

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