The Villains Must Win

Chapter 360: (+18) Alistair Cain 20

Without hesitation, Selene took him deeper, drawing in a shaky breath. The warmth of her breath against his cock sent shivers up his spine, his body responding intensely.

It was different.

But what stirred him most was her expression. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him with a faint, dreamy smile, her eyes shining as if caught in a beautiful trance.

"Get up," Alistair said, helping her to her feet before guiding her forward.

Selene leaned against the sofa, glancing back at him shyly. Something in her gaze stirred a deep longing in him—innocence mixed with quiet desire.

Alistair moved closer, gently guiding her, his attention fully on her.

"Oh, Lord Alistair..."

Alistair’s eyes darkened with lust as Selene boldly propositioned him, her words dripping with wanton need.

He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal perfuming the air, and it took every ounce of his legendary self-control not to simply take her right then and there.

"You’ve been driving me crazy," he murmured huskily, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

His hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling her flush against him so she could feel the hard evidence of his hunger pressing insistently against her belly.

Alistair brought out an array of toys designed for torture and BDSM play - whips, clamps, paddles...but Selene was having none of it.

She wanted more than just pain; she craved the ultimate act of submission and possession.

"My Lord," she breathed, pushing aside the implements of torment. "How about you take me for real?" Her eyes glittered with challenge and raw need as she gazed up at him through thick lashes.

"Claim me completely, body and soul."

Alistair’s brow furrowed at her audacious request. If he took Selene’s virginity, she would no longer be a virgin - and to him, that meant she would lose much of her value and appeal.

He preferred his women pure and untouched, their blood sweetened by innocence.

"If I took your virginity," he mused coldly, "you wouldn’t be a virgin bloom anymore. And you won’t taste as sweet as one...I have no use for deflowered slaves." His grip on her hips tightened painfully as he considered his options.

Selene wasn’t deterred by his harsh words. She knew this was her only chance to truly bind Alistair to her - not just as a slave but as a woman who had willingly given herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

Maybe she could advance the plot with this.

"It’s fine, my Lord," she assured him breathlessly, pressing closer until her aching breasts flattened against his chest. "After you take my virginity and drink from my neck...you can kill me if it pleases you."

Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath his fingertips as she bared her throat in a gesture of ultimate trust and submission. "All I want is to give you pleasure, my Lord. I’m willing to surrender everything to you for saving me."

Alistair hesitated, torn between his desire for Selene’s innocence and the distasteful notion of coupling with a mere human slave. He was used to taking virgins from noble vampire lineages, not lowly mortal servants.

In truth, Alistair had tasted blood drawn from women in the throes of ecstasy before...and he hadn’t cared for it. The flavor was too tainted by their base humanity, lacking the purity and sweetness he craved.

But this...

As Selene boldly rubbed her slick heat against his straining erection, Alistair felt his willpower crumbling like ancient parchment.

The friction of her scorching pussy sliding along his aching cock was maddening - an exquisite torment that threatened to shatter what little control he still possessed.

"Please..."

Selene purred, her voice a seductive whisper as she gazed up at him with pleading eyes. "I want to bring you pleasure in ways only a woman can. Claim me, my Lord...make me yours completely."

Alistair’s hands slid down to cup the firm globes of her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he ground himself against her shamelessly. His fangs descended with a hiss, aching to pierce tender skin and drink deep.

"Very well," he growled at last, his decision made. "You shall have your wish, wench."

He swept Selene up into his arms and carried her towards the bed like a conquering hero bearing away his prize - ready to plunder and ravage until she screamed herself hoarse with ecstasy.

Alistair tossed Selene onto the plush bed, his eyes glinting with predatory hunger as he loomed over her.

She landed on the silken sheets with a soft gasp, her hair fanning out around her like a halo of sin.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, little slave," Alistair warned as he began to disrobe, shrugging off his black velvet doublet and unlacing his breeches with deliberate slowness. "Once I take you, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine in every way that matters."

Selene licked her lips nervously but held his gaze without flinching. "I know," she breathed. "And I accept it gladly...my Lord." Her eyes drank in the sight of his sculpted chest and washboard abs as they were revealed inch by tantalizing inch.

Alistair kicked off his breeches and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Selene like a panther stalking its prey. He pinned her wrists above her head, his body blanketing hers as he settled between her parted thighs.

"You’re mine now," he rasped, nipping at the tender skin of her throat. "And I’m going to make sure you never forget it." His hips flexed, grinding his rigid cock against Selene’s soaked folds through the thin barrier of her shift.

Selene arched beneath him with a wanton moan, rubbing herself shamelessly against his throbbing length. The rough fabric of his breeches chafed deliciously against her sensitive flesh, stoking the flames of her desire ever higher.

"Yes," she gasped out. "Please...I need you inside me. Claim me, my Lord...make me yours!" Her nails raked down Alistair’s back as she writhed beneath him in a frenzy of lust and longing.

Alistair growled deep in his throat at the feel of Selene’s desperate writhing. He wanted to make her beg for him - to plead and scream his name until she was hoarse. Only then would he give her what she craved.