Chapter 144: Bratty Begging
The heavy silence of Dante’s living room shattered like dropped crystal. Adam leaned insolently against the grand piano, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. "So," he drawled, tracing the polished wood, "kitchen duty didn't humble you, Morningstar? Still think you can handle me?" Dante didn't move, but the air crackled, thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the faint, acrid tang of sulfur. His eyes, molten gold, locked onto Adam. "You're pushing your luck, pretty boy," Dante growled, the Detroit rasp deepening, predatory. "Always." Adam's grin widened, defiant. "Or maybe you just can't handle the truth."
Dante moved. Blindingly fast. One moment near the fireplace, the next pinning Adam face-first against the plush velvet back of the sofa. Adam gasped, the breath knocked out of him. "Fuck you!" he spat, struggling futilely against Dante's iron grip. "Shut the fuck up," Dante snarled, claws extending, digging into Adam's hips as he ripped his pants down in one brutal motion. Adam's bare ass met the cool air. Dante's thick cock, already slick and hard, pressed against Adam's tight entrance. No preamble. Dante slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. Adam screamed, a raw, choked sound swallowed by the velvet. "Take it!" Dante roared, his hips pistoning, driving deep with relentless, punishing force. The wet slap of flesh echoed obscenely off the high ceiling.
Adam arched, a strangled groan escaping him. "Is... is that all you've got?" he gasped, the words trembling with pain and defiance. Dante's hand clamped around Adam's throat, squeezing hard, cutting off his air. "Brat," Dante hissed, leaning close, his breath hot on Adam's ear. He pulled back slightly, then slammed home again, harder, deeper. Adam choked, eyes bulging. Dante released his throat just enough. "Harder!" Adam rasped, pushing back against him. Dante laughed, a dark, dangerous sound. He delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Adam's ass cheek, the crack loud in the room. "You want it rough?" Dante growled, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, grinding deep. "Fuck yes!" Adam gasped, his body trembling, surrendering to the brutal rhythm. "Then beg for it." Dante commanded, claws digging deeper, drawing beads of blood. "Please!" Adam cried out, the defiance crumbling into desperate need. "Please, Dante! Fuck me harder!"
Ravyn froze in the shadowed archway leading from the hall, her path to the kitchen forgotten. Her breath hitched. The scene burned into her retinas: Dante's powerful frame dominating Adam, pinning him over the velvet couch, his hips hammering relentlessly; Adam's face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy, marked by Dante's claws, his choked pleas hanging in the sulfur-tinged air. The raw, visceral sounds – flesh hitting flesh, Dante's guttural growls, Adam's broken cries – washed over her. She pressed a hand to her mouth, her own pulse thundering in her ears, Lucien's scent still clinging faintly to her skin. She couldn't look away. Dante shifted his grip, one hand fisting Adam's hair, yanking his head back sharply as he drove impossibly deeper, his other hand landing another sharp slap on Adam's reddening ass. Adam's scream dissolved into a ragged sob of pure, shattered pleasure. Ravyn watched, transfixed, heat coiling low in her own belly, hidden in the shadows as the King of Hell claimed his defiant prize with brutal, undeniable force.
The coiling heat in Ravyn’s belly tightened into a throbbing knot as she watched Dante’s powerful hips piston, driving his thick cock relentlessly into Adam’s yielding body. Adam’s choked moan hitched. "Still... think you're... King Shit... down here?" he gasped out, the words mangled, defiant even with Dante’s hand locked like iron around his throat, cutting off his air. Dante’s molten gold eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam flashing. His brutal thrusts faltered, slowed almost to nothing, then he pulled his glistening cock nearly all the way out with an obscene, wet sound. Adam whimpered, a desperate, keening noise escaping his constricted throat, his body straining backwards futilely. "Okay, Feathers," Dante rasped, his voice dangerously soft, releasing Adam’s throat only to clamp his jaw in a viselike grip, yanking his head around. "You want it so fucking bad? Beg." Adam sucked in a ragged breath, his lips curling. "Fuck you."
Sweat and spit flew as Adam twisted, hawking a thick glob directly into Dante’s face. Dante didn't flinch. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating against Adam’s back. He released Adam’s jaw, his hand sliding back to the slender column of his throat with chilling finality, fingers pressing into the already mottled skin. "Beg," Dante repeated, the single word laced with icy command, his cockhead just barely teasing Adam’s stretched, twitching rim. "Or I leave you just like this. Needy. Untouched. Dripping." Adam tensed, a tremor running through him, his breath coming in shallow gasps against the pressure on his windpipe. Ravyn’s own pulse hammered against her ribs, her fingers digging into the cool plaster of the archway as she watched the silent struggle play out across Adam’s strained features. "P-Please," Adam finally hissed, the word ripped from him. "Please, Dante." Dante tilted his head, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Sorry, petal," he purred, pulling his hips back another fraction, leaving Adam empty. "Couldn’t quite hear you. What was that?"
Adam thrashed, a strangled cry of frustration tearing loose. "Fucking dick!" he spat. Then, urgency sharpening his voice to a ragged edge, "Please! Dante, please! Fuck me! Need it, fuck, need you inside me, now! Please!" Ravyn’s breath caught, disbelief warring with the slick heat pooling between her own thighs at the raw desperation in Adam’s voice. Dante’s smile widened into something feral. "Good boy." He slammed forward, burying himself to the balls in one brutal stroke that punched the air from Adam’s lungs. "FUCK!" Adam screamed, back arching violently. Dante didn't hold back. His hand cracked hard against Adam’s ass, leaving an instant red handprint, then whipped around to land a stinging slap across Adam’s cheek, snapping his head to the side. He fisted Adam’s hair, yanking his head back at a punishing angle, his other hand locking back onto Adam’s throat, squeezing just shy of crushing. His thrusts became jackhammer-fast and punishingly deep, the wet slap of flesh echoing like a drumbeat. Adam’s response was a continuous, guttural moan of pure, shattered ecstasy, his body convulsing around the brutal invasion, lost completely to the storm of sensation.
Adam’s body shuddered violently against the velvet, a choked gasp escaping his bruised lips. "Fuck... Dante... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" he rasped, his voice shredded. Dante’s punishing rhythm didn’t falter, his cock pistoning deep into Adam’s tight heat. "Not yet," Dante growled, his voice rough velvet slicing through the wet slap of skin. Adam whined, high and desperate, writhing under Dante’s crushing hold. "Can't... hold it... please!" Dante leaned impossibly closer, his lips brushing the shell of Adam’s ear, his gravelly command carrying clearly to Ravyn’s hiding spot, sending icy shivers cascading down her spine. "You're gonna be a good boy and cum when I say you can," Dante snarled, sharp teeth grazing Adam’s earlobe, "or I will stop and leave you here, dripping and fucking desperate." Adam just frantically nodded against the couch back, his voice a broken whimper. "Ok... Dante."
Dante didn’t relent; he fucked Adam with ruthless, brutal precision for what felt like an eternity, each savage thrust hammering directly onto Adam’s prostate. Ravyn watched, transfixed and breathless, as Adam’s knuckles whitened on the sofa, his body taut like a bowstring, trembling on the edge of collapse, denied release. Dante’s rhythm was relentless, a machine designed for exquisite torture. Finally, Dante leaned in again, his voice dropping to a low, firm rasp that vibrated with absolute authority. "Cum for me, pretty boy." Adam shattered. A raw, guttural scream ripped from his throat as his body convulsed, his ass clamping in violent spasms around Dante’s driving cock. Dante grabbed Adam’s sweat-soaked hair, yanking his head back sharply, exposing the straining tendons of his neck. "Good boy," Dante growled, the praise primal and possessive. Adam let out a deep, shuddering moan, pure ecstasy washing over his features solely at those two words, his orgasm wracking him even as Dante kept pounding into his clenching channel.
Dante roared, his own climax hitting him hard; his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt as thick pulses of cum erupted deep inside Adam’s convulsing heat. Behind her, Dante slowly pulled his slick cock free with a wet sound, the head glistening in the low light. He leaned down, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Adam’s sweat-damp temple. "You were perfect, handsome." Adam, still trembling, his cheek pressed into the velvet, murmured weakly, his voice thick with exhaustion and something else. "I love you." Dante ran a clawed hand gently down Adam’s spine, his reply a low, warm rumble. "Love you too."
Adam slumped against Dante’s chest, breathing ragged. "Lay down," he murmured into Dante’s sweat-slicked skin, his voice thick with exhaustion and lingering defiance. Dante chuckled, the sound vibrating against Adam’s cheek. "You callin' the shots now, Halo?" Adam didn't answer. He shoved Dante hard against the plush velvet cushions. Dante gasped, startled; obsidian horns erupted instantly from his temples, massive leathery wings unfurling with a sharp snap, knocking a crystal decanter off a nearby table. Dante instinctively tried to sit up, wings flaring wide. Adam was faster. He straddled Dante’s hips, pinning him firmly against the sofa, his own spent cock brushing Dante’s abs.
Neither man noticed Ravyn’s sharp intake of breath from the shadows. Adam’s hands shot up, fingers wrapping tightly around the base of Dante’s newly formed horns. A low, resonant moan tore from Dante’s throat, primal and deep; his hands instantly snapped to Adam’s hips, claws digging possessively into the flesh. Ravyn remembered Lucien’s identical reaction when she’d grabbed his horns earlier; a visceral jolt of understanding hit her – that was the trigger, the raw nerve. She watched, transfixed, wondering intensely what the sensation felt like for them, knowing it was obviously profound pleasure.
Adam shifted, releasing one horn to reach behind himself; his fingers found Dante’s thick, slick cock, still glistening with their mingled release. He guided the swollen head back to his stretched, sensitive entrance. Slowly, deliberately, Adam sank down onto Dante’s entire length, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he impaled himself fully. His free hand reclaimed Dante’s horn, gripping hard. He began to move, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, lifting himself almost off before sinking back down with agonizing slowness. Dante groaned, his hips lifting instinctively, seeking friction. "Adam..." he warned, his voice strained. Adam ignored him, maintaining the torturous, teasing rhythm, grinding down shallowly on Dante’s cock.
Dante’s fingers tightened bruisingly on Adam’s hips. "Stop bein' a fuckin' tease," he growled, molten gold eyes blazing. Adam met his gaze, a defiant smirk twisting his lips. "No." Dante’s hand shot up lightning-fast, clamping around Adam’s throat, squeezing just enough to steal his breath. He hauled Adam down forcefully until their faces were inches apart. "Fuckin' move," Dante snarled, his breath hot and dangerous, "or I will." Adam choked out a laugh, his eyes defiant despite the pressure on his windpipe. "You got that much power on the bottom, Hot Shot?" Dante’s predatory smile was terrifyingly beautiful.
He crushed his mouth against Adam’s in a fierce, claiming kiss, biting Adam’s lower lip sharply. Simultaneously, he thrust his hips upward with brutal force, spearing deep into Adam’s core. "AH! FUCK!" Adam screamed, the sound ripped from him, his head snapping back, eyes wide with shock and sudden, overwhelming pleasure. Dante didn’t pause. He set a punishing, jackhammer pace, pistoning his cock upward into Adam’s yielding body with relentless, savage intensity. Adam clung desperately to Dante’s horns, using them for leverage, riding the brutal thrusts; his earlier defiance shattered into raw, desperate need. "Dante! Oh god! Fuck! YES!" Adam’s moans became continuous, ragged cries, punctuating the wet slap of skin and Dante’s own guttural growls.
Ravyn watched, hidden, her own core clenching in sympathetic rhythm, utterly baffled by the sheer, terrifying power Dante wielded even from beneath Adam. She wanted that. Not from Dante, but from Lucien – that absolute, undeniable command. Dante roared, a sound like fracturing stone, as Adam convulsed above him, screaming Dante’s name; they shattered together, Adam collapsing bonelessly onto Dante’s heaving chest. Ravyn slipped silently back into the hallway’s gloom, her heart pounding, the image of Dante’s raw power and Adam’s shattered submission burning behind her eyes.
The heavy door to Lucien's suite clicked shut behind Ravyn, muffling the distant pulse of the Inferno Club. The rich scents of whiskey, leather, and spent desire washed over her, familiar yet suddenly jarring. Lucien was already across the sprawling room, pouring amber liquid into two crystal tumblers, his bare back a map of tense muscle under the dim light.
"You alright?" he asked without turning, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the thick air. Ravyn leaned against the cool wood of the door, trying to steady her breathing, the vivid images of Dante and Adam seared onto her retinas. "Yeah," she managed, the word tight.
He turned, crimson eyes narrowing as he took in her stance, the faint flush high on her cheeks. "You seem off," he stated, walking towards her slowly, offering a glass. She took it, fingers trembling slightly against the cool crystal. "It's nothing," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze, taking a too-large gulp that burned her throat. "Ravyn," he said, softer now, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe beside her, invading her space without touching. "Don't gotta talk 'bout it if you don’t want. But if you do... you can talk to me."
She looked up at him, then quickly away, focusing on the intricate pattern of the Persian rug. "I went to get a drink," she started, voice thin. Lucien just watched her, silent, patient. She took a shaky breath. "I saw your dad. And Adam…" Lucien cursed under his breath, a sharp, guttural sound. "Well, shit. I’m sorry. Fuckers don’t seem to care where the hell they are." He ran a hand through his dark hair, frustration evident. "It's okay," Ravyn whispered, tracing the rim of her glass. She met his eyes again, a strange mix of nerves and defiance in her own. "Can... can I admit something weird to you?"
A dark, knowing smirk touched Lucien's lips. "Yeah," he drawled, a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone, "Unless you got a crush on my dad. Don’t mention that shit." A surprised, choked laugh escaped her. "No! Fuck, no. It’s not that." She set the glass down on a nearby side table with a clink. "For starters, I feel weird ‘cause I watched. More than I should’ve." She paused, searching his face for judgment, finding only intense, focused attention. Heat flooded her cheeks again. "I kinda... I want you to take control of me. Like, really take control. Be rough. All of that." The words tumbled out in a rush.
Lucien’s gaze didn’t waver, the crimson depths flickering with an ancient, predatory light. He pushed off the doorframe, closing the narrow distance between them. "I can do that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. His hand came up, fingers brushing her cheekbone, then sliding possessively to cup the back of her neck. "But you tell me. One word. Anything too much, anything you don’t like. Immediately. Understood?" His grip tightened slightly, not painful, but undeniable. Ravyn swallowed hard, the heat in her belly flaring into an inferno. "Understood," she breathed.
He moved with sudden, brutal speed. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back sharply, exposing her throat. The other slammed into her stomach – not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to knock the breath from her lungs and send her staggering back until her legs hit the edge of the massive bed. "Kneel," he snarled, the command vibrating with raw authority. She dropped instantly, the plush rug rough against her knees, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Lucien stepped in front of her, his hard cock already straining against the fabric of his jeans, inches from her face. The scent of his arousal mixed with the lingering whiskey and leather, overwhelming her senses. "Look at me," he ordered. She forced her gaze up the hard planes of his abdomen, his chest, to meet the molten crimson pits of his eyes. "Open your fucking mouth." She obeyed, parting her lips. He gripped himself through the denim, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Wider." She opened wider, a needy whimper escaping her. With rough efficiency, he unfastened his jeans, freeing his thick, heavy cock, the swollen head already glistening. He slapped it hard against her cheek, the sharp sting making her flinch. "Taste it," he commanded, pushing the broad head against her lips. She opened obediently, her tongue tentatively flicking out to taste the salt-slick pre-cum beading on the slit. "Suck," he growled. She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the thick head.
"Deep," he commanded, his voice thick. "Take it all." Ravyn gagged immediately as he pushed forward, the thick shaft filling her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. "Relax your fucking throat," he snapped, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her head steady. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, deeper this time, the head bumping her soft palate. He held himself there for a moment, letting her struggle to breathe through her nose, saliva dripping down her chin. "That’s it," he murmured darkly, a cruel satisfaction in his tone. He began to fuck her mouth in short, brutal thrusts, gagging her with every inward stroke. "Good little cocksucker."
He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping, saliva slicking her chin. Before she could recover, his hand snaked around her throat, squeezing just enough to constrict her breathing, his claws dimpling her skin. He hauled her roughly to her feet. "Turn around. Hands on the bed. Ass out." His voice was a harsh whip. She obeyed, bracing her trembling hands on the cool silk duvet, arching her back to present herself. He shoved her thin leggings and panties down to her knees in one rough motion. His palm cracked hard against her bare ass cheek, the sharp slap echoing in the room, leaving an instant, stinging heat. "Fuck!" she gasped, the pain igniting a fresh wave of wetness between her legs. "Louder," he demanded, landing another sharp slap on the other cheek. "FUCK!" she cried out."Good." His fingers roughly traced the reddened skin, then dipped lower, sliding through her slick folds. He groaned, the sound primal. "So fucking wet for it." His finger plunged into her tight heat without warning, two thick digits roughly pistoning in and out."God!" she moaned, pushing back against his hand.
He withdrew his fingers, the wet sound obscene, and replaced them instantly with the thick, blunt head of his cock. He pressed against her entrance, not entering yet. "Beg," he snarled, grinding the head against her clenching opening. "Please," Ravyn gasped, pushing back frantically, desperate for the stretch. "Please, what?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low, his hand returning to grip her hair, yanking her head back. "Please fuck me!" she cried, the words ripped from her. "Please, Lucien! I need it! Fuck me hard!" He rewarded her with a savage thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that punched the air from her lungs. "FUUUCK!" she screamed, her body jolting forward, her cunt stretching exquisitely around his invading thickness. "Take it," he snarled, his claws digging into her hip bones, holding her immobile as he pulled back and slammed home again. And again. He set a punishing, relentless rhythm, his hips pistoning, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every deep, brutal drive. Ravyn’s screams dissolved into continuous, choked sobs of overwhelming pleasure, her body convulsing around him, utterly claimed by his ferocious tempo, the image of Dante’s raw power merging perfectly with the reality of Lucien’s possession. She fucking loved it.