Chronicles Of A Fallen Angel-Chapter 39: Ownership***

The bathroom door locked with a decisive click.

Vivienne stood against the marble counter, breathing hard, her eyes dark with desire and anticipation. The sounds of the gala filtered through the door – distant music, conversation, the life of the party continuing without us.

I moved toward her slowly, deliberately, watching her pulse jump at her throat.

"Second thoughts?" I asked.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I did, but not the way she expected. Not soft or romantic. I grabbed her hair – carefully, but firmly – and tilted her head back, claiming her mouth with a kiss that left no doubt about what was coming.

She moaned against my lips, her hands clutching my shoulders.

I pulled back, keeping my grip on her hair. "We’re doing this my way. Understand?"

Her breath hitched. "Yes."

"Good." I released her hair and stepped back. "On your knees."

For a second, she just stared at me. This was Vivienne Thornwood – powerful witch, member of an old coven family, a woman who commanded respect everywhere she went.

And I’d just ordered her to her knees like she was mine to command.

She sank down slowly, the ends of her purple dress fluttering around her, eyes never leaving mine.

"That’s better," I said, working my belt. "Now show me what that mouth can do."

She reached for my pants, but I caught her wrists.

"No hands. Just your mouth."

Her eyes widened, but she nodded. I released her wrists and freed my cock, already hard and ready.

Vivienne leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the head. The sensation made my jaw clench, but I kept my expression controlled.

"All of it," I commanded. "Show me you can take it."

She opened wider, taking me into her mouth. Warm, wet, perfect. Her tongue worked along the underside as she took me deeper, and I had to fight not to groan.

"Fuck, that’s good." My hand found her hair again, guiding her rhythm. "Deeper, Vivienne. I know you can take more."

She did, relaxing her throat, and I slid deeper. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull back. She was determined to prove herself.

"Look at you," I said, my voice rough. "The elegant Vivienne Thornwood, on her knees at her own coven’s event, sucking me off like you were made for it."

She moaned around me, the vibration almost making me lose control.

"That’s it. Just like that." I held her head still and started to move, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "You’re not for anyone else. You’re not your coven’s perfect little witch. Right now, you’re mine. Say it."

I pulled out enough for her to speak.

"I’m yours," she gasped, saliva connecting her lips to my cock.

"Damn right you are."

I pulled her up roughly, spinning her to face the massive mirror that covered the wall above the counter. Our reflections stared back – her flushed and disheveled, me predatory and controlled.

"Look at yourself," I commanded, pressing against her back. "I want you to watch what I do to you."

"Cain – "

"Watch." My hand slid up her throat, not choking but possessive, tilting her head toward the mirror. "And don’t you dare look away."

I reached down and hiked her dress up over her waist with my free hand. Her panties were lace, expensive, already soaked through.

"Already this wet?" I tore them off, the fabric giving way easily. "Were you thinking about this all evening? While Sebastian was trying to impress you, were you thinking about me fucking you?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I was thinking about you fucking me."

"Good girl." I positioned myself at her entrance, my other hand still on her throat, forcing her to maintain eye contact with her reflection. "Now watch yourself take my cock."

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Vivienne screamed – quickly muffled as my hand moved from her throat to cover her mouth.

"Quiet," I growled in her ear. "Unless you want everyone downstairs to know what a desperate little slut you are for me."

She whimpered against my palm, her eyes wide in the mirror, watching herself get fucked.

And fuck, the image was incredible.

Vivienne, bent over the counter, dress hiked up, completely at my mercy. Her face flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, mouth hidden by my hand to keep her quiet. Behind her, me – dominant, controlled, owning every inch of her.

I started to move, deep punishing strokes that made her entire body jolt forward.

"Look at that face," I said, watching her reflection. "Look at how you look when you’re being properly fucked. This is what Sebastian will never see. This is what’s mine and mine alone."

I released her mouth, replacing it with my grip in her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to watch herself in the mirror.

"Don’t look away," I commanded. "Watch yourself. Watch your face when I fuck you like the good little witch you are."

"Oh god – " she gasped. "Cain, please – "

"Please what? Please fuck you harder?" I complied, increasing the pace. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom, obscene and perfect. "Or please let you come? Because you don’t come until I say so."

"Please – I need – "

"Need what?" I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers. "Need this?"

I circled the sensitive bud, and her whole body shuddered.

"Yes! Fuck, yes – "

"Then ask properly. Who do you belong to?"

"You! I belong to you – "

"Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you like this?"

"You are! Only you – oh fuck, Cain, I’m going to – "

"Not yet." I slowed my pace, keeping her on the edge. "You come when I tell you to. Understand?"

She sobbed in frustration, but nodded.

"Good girl." I picked up speed again, my grip tightening in her hair. "Now watch yourself. Watch that pretty face when you fall apart."

I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. My fingers worked her clit with practiced precision, and I felt her starting to clench around me.

"Look at yourself," I demanded. "Look at how desperate you are for me."

Her eyes were locked on the mirror, watching her own reflection – mouth open, gasping for air, cheeks flushed, completely undone.

"This is what you look like when you’re really satisfied," I continued. "Remember this face. Remember who put it there."

"Cain – I can’t – I need to – "

"Then come."

Permission granted, Vivienne shattered.