Chapter 10 - Bad Decisions

The kiss broke, and Victor stayed right there, his mouth an inch from mine. Up close, without the mask, his steel-grey eyes were looking at me hungry enough that my cock jumped. Without a word he reached out and cupped my face, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.

He was in charge, and he made sure I knew it. He shoved me back onto the bed hard enough to bounce me, and, gods, getting pushed around by him made my cock throb. Before I could draw a breath he was on me, between my legs, kissing me again, sloppy and hungry, all teeth and tongue.

Somewhere in the kissing he’d stripped my silks off me and gotten out of his own shirt and breeches. My hands found his bare shoulders and gripped hard. I needed something to hold onto, because I was pretty sure he was about to fuck me through the mattress. He broke the kiss, only to trail his lips down my neck, nipping, sucking, tasting, leaving wet, stinging marks all the way down.

“Mine,” he murmured, low and rough against my throat. And, fuck, I wanted to be his.

I gasped and arched up off the pillows, my cock begging for anything he’d give it. He took me in his mouth right away, all the way down, and his tongue worked the underside of my cock until my toes curled and I was closer to coming than I’d ever been that fast.

My hands tangled in his hair, just to hold on while he sucked me. I bucked up into his mouth and made a noise I’ll deny to my grave, begging him to let me come and begging him to keep going.

Without warning he pulled off my cock and grabbed my hips, rough and fast, his fingers digging into my flesh, and hoisted one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading my ass wide open for him.

“Oh… fuck.” I gasped.

He spat in his hand and slicked his cock with it, and just watching him do it made my ass clench. He shifted his weight between my thighs and shoved it into me.

He fucked me deep, hard, and fast, and from the first stroke I knew I’d be walking funny tomorrow. I cried out, my back bowing off the bed, my cock slapping against my stomach. He kept up the pace and drove into me again and again, and every thrust slammed his hips into my ass and knocked another groan out of me.

Lily had been playful and teasing. Victor was rough and hungry, and, gods, it was good. He pounded my ass harder than anybody ever had, and right then I’d have let him keep me.

He was thick, veiny, impossibly long, filling me, stretching me until I was sure he’d split me in half. And his stamina was, frankly, intimidating. It reminded me of my noisy neighbors from the previous night, and I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or groan. This guy did not stop. The muscles in his arms and thighs flexed in the firelight every time he drove into me, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. He was a godsdamned machine.

He found my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing, his fingers digging in, anchoring me to him. Every so often he would grab a tit, twisting the nipple, and I’d squirm. He kept doing it until I was gasping and begging him for more.

“Fuck…” I groaned, half begging and half praising him.

He didn’t say a word, which somehow made it hotter, and thrust harder, deeper, his hips slamming against mine. Sweat dripped off his chin onto my chest.

“More,” I whimpered, the word barely audible.

He gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging in, and fucked me faster until I was right on the edge of coming.

“Yes… gods… yes…” I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillows.

A low growl rumbled in Victor’s chest, and my cock twitched at it. “You like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his breath hot against my ear.

I was too far gone to talk, so I arched my back and met his thrusts.

He laughed low in his throat, half mocking me and half egging me on. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Grinning against my ear, he really fucked me.

I lost track of how long he went at it. All I knew was his cock in my ass and his sweat dripping onto my chest. It wasn’t as magical as that time with Aeolin in the rainforest. That had been otherworldly. This was earthier, sweatier and more human, but it was every bit as intense.

Finally, finally, my balls drew up tight and I started to come. I cried out, my body tightening, my fingers digging into his back hard enough to leave red marks he’d be wearing for days. He groaned, his movements growing even more frantic, and with a final roar, he came, his body shuddering against mine, his cock pumping cum deep inside me. The whole bed shook under us.

We lay there, tangled together, gasping for breath, our bodies slick with sweat. The room was a mess, the sheets soaked with our sweat and cum, and the whole room reeked of sex. Some poor servant was going to have to strip that bed, and I hoped they got paid well.

After a while, Victor, his breathing still ragged, rolled off me, pulling me close, his arm heavy across my waist. He pressed a kiss to my temple, sweet as anything, and my chest went warm and stupid over it.

“Victor,” he said against my ear. “Victor Ravencrest. Welcome to my… well, my father’s home, I suppose.” He laughed at himself a little. “I bought my own place down the street. Less… family.”

I managed a weak smile. The name tugged at something in the back of my head, but my brain was too fucked stupid to chase it. “Sam,” I said. Too many people knew my face and my full name by now, thanks to Maple and everything else, so I gave him the short version. “Just… Sam. I’m… from the west. Visiting. For… business,” I breathed.

I was bone-tired, from the sex and from the constant pressure of Ashara’s training, the constant need to be on. I lay there, my body still buzzing, and tried to ignore the sticky feeling of cooling cum on my chest and between my legs, dripping down my ass. Me and Victor smelled like each other now, on top of all the sex already soaked into that room.

Victor smiled at me, and for once it wasn’t the smug lord smile. He looked younger, and a lot less like he was planning to eat me.

“You’re… good, Sam,” he said. “Very good.”

I blushed hard, which was stupid, since the man had just had his cock in my ass.

He laughed again and sat up, the movement pulling the sheet away, showing off every sweaty inch of him, cock included. Gods, I wanted to climb him again. He got dressed, and I stared the whole time. The silk shirt clung to his damp skin as his muscles flexed over the buttons, and his breeches hugged his thighs and his ass, and I watched every second of him lacing them up.

He leaned over, pressing a final kiss to my lips, slow enough that my cock stirred again, then winked. “Duty calls,” he said, sounding sorry about it. “I have guests to entertain. But…” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “…I’m sure we’ll find each other one day. Count on it.”

The door shut behind him and he was gone, leaving me alone in the room, naked and sticky, and it finally hit me that I still had an amulet to steal.

I stayed like that for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. I kept thinking about the sex and that kiss on my temple, and about his name. Ravencrest was the name on Lily’s big flower order for this ball, so I’d just slept with the son of the man I was robbing. Fuck. If Ashara ever found out, she’d skin me before his father got the chance. With a sigh, I peeled myself off the sheets and sat up, sticky and uncomfortable.

My clothes were scattered across the floor where he’d thrown them. Victor’s cum was leaking out of my ass, warm and slick, and it made me squirm.

I tried to clean myself up with a corner of the sheet, but it didn’t do much. I was covered in Victor, in his scent, in his cum. And, honestly, I didn’t mind.

Finally I dragged my black silks on over the sticky mess and put my serpent mask back on. My legs were still shaking. Focus, Sam. Mission. Amulet.

I opened the door a crack and checked the hallway, half-expecting to see Felix lurking there, smirking, and slipped out, moving silently.

I went down the upper hallway trying doors. Most opened on empty rooms, and the one that wouldn’t open had a fancier lock than any of the others, so I figured it was the lord’s study.

The sounds of the party, the roaring of the crowd and the occasional shriek of laughter were muffled through the floor. Up here, the halls were dead silent, and that made the back of my neck itch.

The lock on the door was magically enhanced, a challenge that would have intimidated me a few weeks ago. But now, thanks to Ashara’s relentless training, I got my picks out of my silks and worked them slow, the way Ashara had drilled me, until the tumblers clicked one by one under my fingers. Gods, I’m good, I thought, and I wished Felix had been there to see it. That lasted about two seconds before my brain went right back to Victor groaning in my ear. Focus, Sam! Get the amulet. Get out, and find Victor after that.

I slipped inside, found the amulet, smaller and plainer than I’d pictured, and pocketed it. The alarms stayed silent, and nobody stopped me on the stairs down or past the guards at the door, who were still watching the party, which after all my sneaking in felt like a letdown.

I was out of the mansion and back on the streets of Ashbourne in under an hour, with the amulet in my pocket and my ass still sore from Victor. The job was done, I’d gotten laid doing it, and all I could think about was those steel-grey eyes.