The Basilisk's Bargain
Read the storyThat look. The look of a man who knew exactly what effect he had and wasn’t remotely ashamed of it. Lucian released my chin and I wished he hadn’t. I had wished he had kiss me. Why hadn’t he? He turned away from me and walked back toward the minibar. The distance should have made it easier to breathe. It didn’t. I swallowed once. Then again. Searching for something sharp enough to wound him the way he’d wounded me. “I don’t fall in love with monsters,” I said. Lucian paused. His back remained toward me. “I fall in love with men.” Silence. “Real men.” A dark chuckle escaped him. Low. Humorless. The sound immediately told me I’d struck something when he turned with wide eyes that burned furiously. I chased the danger. “A real man doesn’t need fear to get loyalty.” Something flickered across his face. Gone before I could identify it. “A real man doesn’t manipulate people.” His jaw tightened. “A real man doesn’t treat everyone like pieces on a chessboard.” I swear his eyes were larger than the moon. “A real men doesn’t tease and dangle love like some—” I gasped when Lucian tossed his glass of liquor to the side and sauntered for me. His mouth clashed into mine. My mind didn’t register what was happening. It just did something about it. I kissed him back, trying to keep up with his kisses that sucked my breath away completely. Lucian gripped the back of my updo hair, which eventually spilled down his hand and down my shoulders. I melted into his embrace, his free hand sliding down to grip my ass. He held me so tight to him that I felt his hard cock against me. I let out an antsy moan in mouth, wanting to breathe but not wanting to stop. But finally he pulled just inches away from my face. He let out a husky whisper. “Will a real men fuck you the way I’m about to?” Before I could respond, Lucian gripped my dress at the chest and tore it like the fabric was paper. He tore and tore until I was in nothing but my black lace underwear, but that soon was ripped off, too. I whimpered not only out of fright but mostly out of my core being swollen to a degree that it would hurt if I didn’t get fucked. Lucian noticed I trembled before him. “Of all the times you should’ve been scared of me, now you are?” I couldn’t speak. It was like my mouth was glued shut together. What I wanted to confess to him was that I didn’t know what to expect out of this experience. A basilisk fucking a human? Who would’ve thought? Is he going to shapeshift while doing it?