Cathedral (Cradle of Darkness 1)

He had not sent his ancient guest Vladislov to save me.

More importantly, my father had never seen in my mind just why I still drew breath. Everyone just assumed it had looked worse than it was.

Pleased that his naughty Jade wasn’t shattered after all, King Darius demanded a kiss on the cheek.

I had run away screaming.

Chapter Six

“Harder!” I could not shriek it loud enough, could not spread my legs wide enough to make that joining satisfy.

Thrusting with all his sleek-muscled strength, his blonde standing by as she watched, a sweating Ethan pounded my cunt.

“Fuck me harder, goddamnit!” For three more thrusts, the poor human did try, until he came at the unrelenting squeeze of my pussy.

We’d been at it for less than five minutes, after I’d gone down on my knees and worshiped his cock with my mouth.

Because I had a need.

The third party staring from the corner had not been invited to join, which was for the best. She could watch Ethan pound into my slit and have him later when desperation and duty called me away. Internal organs throbbing in their requisite for actual release, my body sucked in human cum from a spent cock, churning it up at the gate of my womb.

And I furiously rubbed my clit, chasing what had been lost with Ethan’s premature ejaculation.

When I did come, it did nothing to chill the boil—thoughts of dumpsters and vomit and violence the only thing that carried me over the edge.

Unfulfilled despite Ethan’s somewhat valiant attempt to hold back, I closed my eyes and tried to melt into the mattress. I tried to breathe through the disappointment.

With a slap of my hip and what was most likely a jaunty smile, he took his weight from my body and did his typical post-sex stroll to the bathroom. He always took it first…

“Do you want me to eat you out?”

Cracking a lid, I peered at the blonde.

Technically, I had been seeded. There wasn’t any standing rule that someone couldn’t slurp it all out. But I knew that was past the pale.

Not that I gave a fuck in that frustrating moment.

Spreading wider, I invited what’s-her-name’s attention and let a raspy tongue play where I needed so much more than anyone in my penthouse might provide.

It wasn’t until she tried to fist me that I’d finally bent my spine and screamed release.

Immediately, I’d asked her to stop. Sitting up, I’d kissed her cunilingus swollen lips as if she’d done well, and went straight for the freshly-abandoned shower.

Ethan would finish her off, I’d caught them tangled in my sheets more than once upon exiting the bathroom. She’d squealed like a champion porn star, and he’d winked at me, surging with silly male pride.

I liked the show, the fakeness of it. Both were grade-A pretenders.

Both tasted sweet when their fluids hit my tongue.

But she was gone by the time I’d washed and dried my abundant dark hair.

Ethan remained, dressed in a beautiful gray suit for whatever function he was to attend that night.

Smiling, I sat at my vanity and began to style my hair.

“I adore you. You know that.” An eager puppy, all big-eyed and cute.

He earned a huge smile, one that grew stunted at his next words.

“Kitty’s pregnant.” Expression warm in the reflection, adjusting his cufflink like he always did when he was nervous, Ethan softly pled, “Can we keep her?”

Brow arching and like the perfect idiot, my brain failed to put two and two together. “Can we keep her?”

Kissing the exposed nape of my neck, he smiled against my skin before stringing a glittering new necklace around my throat. “Yes. Imagine the three of us and a little baby. Won’t that be fun?”

…he was talking about a person, not a pet. “Who’s Kitty?”

Ethan’s startled chuckle failed to hide unusual agitation under his mirth. “You’re kidding, right?”

He couldn’t be talking about the blonde. “I thought her name was Polly.”

The last bit of his smile dried up. Straightening to loom over my reflection in the vanity’s mirror, he frowned. “We haven’t played with Polly in over a year, darling. Her name is Kitty.”

The necklace, the ambush of compliments and sweetness… it began to sink in. If it wasn’t so disappointing, it might have been amusing. “And she’s pregnant...”

A locked jaw, sheepish answer. “Yes.”

Knowing my extended direct gaze made him uncomfortable, I refused to let him look away. “And you want us to keep her.”

“I do.”

Now this was something... that didn’t feel at all good.

Slipping an earring into my left lobe, I stood. Velvet robe gaping just enough to hint at nudity underneath, I moved with the grace my thoughts lacked. “You got your fucktoy pregnant, and what you’re really asking is if I will keep her. As in, keep her here for you.” Knowing what his answer would be, but making him voice it all the same, I purred, “Since you seem awfully enamored with the idea of your Cat filling up with cream, why not take her back to your penthouse and play daddy?”