Lemon in this chapter!!!!
&& quite a bit will be explained about the death angels and Bella's mark.
I jumped when I noticed a young looking man with dark eyes, literally floating up the stairs. Dark smoke gathered around on the ground, and when he was finally up, he was walking smoothly across the stage floor. Every motion he made was slow and under control.
I on the other hand, was a completely nervous wreck. The coldness radiated from his skin, but it wasn't overwhelming. It was just a bit too cold for a normal person. His flawless face was white, as porcelain, and his skin looked smooth as silk, craving to be touched. My heart was racing in my chest by now, my nerves waiting to be caught on fire where I would just release the pain I held.
"James. Long time since we last met. I must say, your taste is exquisite. Did you run out of girls or something?" Jasper asked with a hidden smile.
James pulled his lips up into a perfect smile, carefully rolling his tongue over his white fangs.
"I did…" Edward caught me at the right moment when I lost balance. He steadied me, holding me up by my waist to keep me from crashing onto the floor.
"Did I scare you? I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is James, and I'm your…Master. Yes, I am a vampire, as you clearly figured out."
"G…get away from me!" I yelled when he lifted his hand to stroke my chin. He stopped abruptly, turning toward Jasper.
"Heh…Yeah she's not very obedient. What do you expect? Humans aren't easy to control…"
"Whatever. I'll take her with me, and I'll pay you first thing after sunset tomorrow. She better show quality, like you put it."
"Edward, give him the chain. She's his now." It took a moment, but then Edward handed James the chain. James grinned once the chain lay in his hand, and he looked at me in a mocking way.
"Let's go." He simply said as he walked down the stairs. That black mist gathered again, but not as thick. It looked like he was half walking, half floating. I had no other option but to follow my future master, stumbling across the floor behind him.
The people around me said he had done a good buy and he nodded smiling to them until he finally reached the exit. I threw a glance over my shoulder, seeing Edward still on the stage. His eyes were looking at me the whole time.
James took me by my arm and guided me outside where I saw a black carriage waiting. I couldn't believe what was before me; I shut my eyes hard and opened them again. A black horse stood stomping one of his legs on the ground. My resistance of following didn't help me one bit when he picked me up easily, looking down at me in his arms.
He opened the door of the carriage and pushed me into the soft crimson colored benches inside. A dim candle hung from the roof, giving a warm atmosphere. But I didn't feel warm one bit, I was freezing. I couldn't get further away than into the corner, and once again James was inside and the door closed, and I couldn't hold back a sob.
"Do I frighten you that much?" he asked mysteriously softly, as if he wanted me no harm in the world. I cringed when he closed in on me, pressing me against the wall and window. He tapped the roof and the carriage started moving, even though I saw no one to steer the carriage outside. James leaned closer to me, pulling me down until I was lying on my back.
He slipped his hand slightly under my left side to prevent me from falling down or something. I realized the ground was uneven, and I got tossed a little from side to side. When the candle started flickering my nerves had almost reached its peak.
"Sh…It won't last for long. Don't be such a scaredy-cat…" he whispered into my ear. He had somehow climbed on top of me, holding my arms down. I always moved my arms when in trouble, they were like a shield. But now he had them down by my sides, and his lips went from my ear to my cheek kissing me tenderly.
I was alone in a dark carriage with a vampire. A vampire who fed from girls. I thought this was going to be my death. No way I could I be saved from this. I drew a trembling breath when his lips fell onto mine, and he barely moved them at all. His tongue lingered on my lip for a few moments, just tapping softly before he moved in to part my lips
my lips were literally trembling and I felt him smile against me. His lips were soft as silk, like I had thought and so was his skin. His hands stroked my arms carefully, brushing his fingertips over my now very sensitive skin. I trembled under him, chills running down my spine.
"Bella…you are a beautiful girl. Breathtaking. And you're more obedient than your former masters spoke of you. I want you to relax when I touch you…" James had moved away from my lips to kiss the tears which had spilled down my cheeks at this point. I gasped when a cold hand found its way to my thigh, slowly moving upwards. Two of his fingers pressed a little when he reached the side of my thigh, where my mark was.
"The mark yes. He will claim you at one point, you should know. He's already pointed you out as special from what I've heard, there hasn't been many before you. You've grown with that mark since you were born right? I suspect he wants you to grow into our world before he comes for you. He let Jasper and Edward choose your life. So you must understand that he does not care about you as a person. You're a slave, when you've matured to this world, when you understand it, he'll bring you in…"
"who?" I asked, my voice was thick from settling down the cries tugging inside my throat. I didn't know why I asked maybe hoping I was wrong.
"Death of course…" James kissed me once more before looking into my eyes. "But at this very moment, you're mine. Tonight I'll be your first lover, and I want to remember the screams I'll pull from your lungs when I take you. And I want you to remember them too…"
"No! Get the fuck off me now!" I tried to kick him off me, but in one swift movement he parted my legs, holding them apart with his. Remembering the chain attached to me, he pulled me up roughly to meet his lips, before he shoved me right back down.
I thrashed from side to side, trying to avoid him, but I lost and he had me trapped under him. He twisted his long fingers in my curls, lowering his head to smell my hair. I tried to turn my head, but he growled into my ear as a cold warning. His other hand was feeling my thighs, moving swiftly to my inner thigh to touch the smooth milky white skin there.
"God…" I cried my back arching when his tongue circled my cleavage where the fabric of my dress wouldn't cover me. The tears kept on flowing down my cheeks and I dug my teeth into my bottom lip. My eyes flew open when the candle got blown out, leaving the small room completely dark.
The windows were covered so nothing came through them. My skin got even more sensitive now that he had taken away the ability to see. I was completely under his command. I lifted my hips when a single finger touched my most sensitive spot covered by a thin fabric. He pushed my panties to the side so his fingers could touch my clit, eliciting an almost forced moan from me.
"Please, stop." I begged. But my pleading only made him bolder and he started moving his fingers back and forth, rubbing my clit to the speed of my breathing. He stopped for a short moment to slide my panties off.
"N…no, don't!" a set of new tears trailed down my cheeks when his finger left my nub to search for a new spot to explore. I could feel him searching for an entrance, and he found it when his middle finger rested on my wet sex. He pushed in gently, only a little at a time, and my muscles reacted to every motion.
"I told you to relax…" he said against my ear. He nibbled my earlobe pulling it into his mouth with his tongue to gently suck on it. He pushed his finger deeper inside of me, and I dug my fingers into his shirt, holding on him when he intruded my virgin sex. I could hear when he started to move his finger in and out, and it made me embarrassed by my reactions. My breathing was ragged and unsteady and I had no control to keep myself calm.
My hips were rocking back and forth against his slow gentle thrusts, my dress bunching up around my waist. His thumb found my clit and he circled it with fluid, drawing a soft moan from me. My skin was on fire and it felt like he knew the exact thing to do to bring me to a new level of pleasure. My building was slow, but I knew he meant it to be that way. All my muscles tensed when he added a second finger, and he reminded me again to relax.
"Relax…" It was more like a breath against my ear than a word. He continued to let his fingers work me, but then his lips trailed down my neck, his tongue slithering over my skin. I felt him shift his weight and I knew his head was somewhere else.
He parted my legs further with his free hand, and made me gasp loudly when he blew his breath on my clit. I had stopped moving my hips when he stopped moving his fingers. I let out a sigh when he drew his fingers out of me, my back slowly meeting the soft bench again. My eyelids felt heavy when I tried to open them. I only saw darkness when my eyes roamed the room. I hated not being able to see him. First I thought maybe it was for the best, but now, I wanted to see the man who made me moan at his touch.
His hands traced my inner thighs, massaging me slowly. His tongue barely grazed me and it sent a bolt of pleasure straight through me, and I lifted my hips again. As soon as he had started it, it ended. The carriage came to a stop.
"We're home…" James said now standing up. I pulled down my dress when he opened the door, a cold wind pouring over me.
"Come out," I could see him outside; there were lights to guide my eyes around. He took my hand and I jumped down onto the ground, my jaw literally dropped when I saw the huge mansion unfolding before my eyes. I had to move my head to see the whole building. The dark stones of it sent ice cold chills through me, and James wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Relax…"
Relax? RELAX?! How the hell can I RELAX! Oh god… I stared in awe at the huge mansion, hoping this was some sort of fucked up dream. But no, the mansion was as real as the hand that snaked around my waist at this point. I jerked towards him, fright painted on my face.
"This is where I live. It's not haunted or whatever, you'll be safe."
"Safe?" I asked quietly, shaking my head. I wasn't safe, not with him.
"Come with me. It's freezing out here. I should get you warmed up." The depth of his voice and the look of his face didn't calm me one bit. My eyes came in contact with his, and I quickly averted somewhere else. James started walking, and slowly escorted me toward the mansion. James pushed open the iron gates and smiled a little, motioning for me to walk in. My heart jumped when the gates closed.
They sounded old, rusty, the sound giving me more goose bumps than the cold weather. I looked up into the dark sky, wishing for lightning to strike me. Or him, he would be best, maybe. The weather seemed perfect for a storm, perfect for lightnings and thunders.
The whole atmosphere felt tense, never in my entire life had I been this tense. I had all the reasons in the world to be though. Did Edward lie about saving me? Maybe it was just something he said to make me calm down. Maybe to make me lose my ghost and be more open for selling, knowing he would come for me. Of course there was a huge possibility that he had lied.
Why would he save me? He was a Death Angel. Probably heartless, cold. But I'd rather stick with the thought of being rescued, than the thought of staying in this hell hold I had been taken to. I would keep my hopes up, at least for a day.
"Only tonight…" I recalled what Edward said, that it would only last for tonight. That would mean I got one day of hope, after the night had passed. I had reached the door of the mansion and I tilted my head back to look up the long wall. I felt dizzy just from imagining how high the mansion was. James opened the door and led me inside, welcoming me to his home.
The air wasn't much warmer inside, just thicker and quiet. The smell reminded me of burnt wood or something. Almost all the windows were covered with heavy curtains, leaving the morbid weather behind them. I couldn't help but think back a few hours, when I walked toward my home peacefully, and unaware of danger. What if I stayed at Angela's house? Would Jasper still have come for me? Would he wait? Did he wait? I realized I would lose no matter what. There was no way to turn back time. It wouldn't matter. I was doomed for this awful slave role.
"My room is on the third floor, the fourth door on the right. Why don't you go get ready?" James broke the silence luring me to face him.
"For what? I mean…what…get ready?" I had no chance to hide my nervousness, the hope of saying a decent sentence failed horribly.
"Bella." He murmured before cupping my chin; "You know what I want, now go, I'll be up shortly." He turned me toward the direction of the stairs and pushed me a little.
"Why me? Why would you buy me? Why aren't you finding your own lovers, instead of buying them?!" I raised my voice, not caring if he got mad. I needed to know what the whole deal was; why were Jasper and Edward so superior with this business?
"Because humans aren't allowed in our world. Jasper and Drake are one of the fair few who can cross over to your old world. They bring back human girls for selling. Illegal, of course, but they earn a lot. They've never been caught by the higher powers; they play many roles to get rid of suspicions. Those two angels are the worst walking our ground, but yet, the best." James said with a cold grin.
He reached his hand up to brush away a falling tear, but I shoved his hand away from me.
"And you know what? Edward told my last girl something very funny. He made her think he would come and save her. Isn't that idiotic? When I made love to her, I made her realize there was no one coming to her rescue. She was all alone. Girls naïve minds are very easily fooled."
After I heard the name Edward, James words stabbed my heart, one word after the other. I shut my eyes hard, lowering my head. Now everything was lost. James had just crushed my last tiny sparkle of hope, I held back the sobs, almost choking while trying to stay silent.
"Let me take you upstairs then…you shouldn't be alone…" I opened my eyes to meet his smiling face. He was mocking me, playing me. James grabbed my hand and walked to the stairs, practically dragging me up them.
"I…I can't do this!" I cried behind his back, tears blurring everything.
"You don't have to do anything. I'll take care of you," he threw a glance over his shoulder before he opened the fourth door on the left on the third floor. He grabbed the chain and pulled me past him violently before he let go of the chain and watched when I hit the floor.
I lay limp on the floor, my hair sticking to my tear-wet face. From where I lay, I could only see the legs of the huge bed. I saw a couple of windows uncovered, rain drops dancing over them. The weather was worse now; I could hear thunders in the distance. The sound of the door being locked sounded ten times louder than the thunder in my ears.
"Get up…unless you want it on the floor." I squinted my eyes shut again, trying desperately to calm my heart beat and breathing. I pushed myself up on my knees, but I didn't turn toward him. I moved across the floor slowly, until I reached a wall, and I fell against it.
"I'm warning you; it's up to you how you want to do this. You'll be nice to me; I'll be nice to you…" I glanced up to see him standing by the door. Once our eyes met he strolled over to me while taking off his jacket. He threw it onto a chair near by.
"You know…you didn't exactly fight me much in the carriage. You enjoyed what I did to you…" He kneeled down beside me quickly slipping his hand under my dress to touch me. I flinched from his actions, feeling sick.
"Still wet, still ready…"he whispered softly against my cheek before he kissed me. He moved to my lips, which made me sit up with my back against the wall.
"I…I can't do this! Don't make me do this please I'm not ready, I've never…please…just don't…"Ignoring the words, he went for my lips again, outlining my lips with his tongue, licking away the tears which kept coming. With his strong hands, he stood me up to my feet, not wasting any seconds before undressing me.
He pulled my dress over my head before he threw it onto the chair where his jacket lay. It got much colder now, only my breasts hidden from his eyes. I instinctively crossed my arms across my chest, shivering at the coldness of the room. He lowered my arms before letting his smooth hands trail behind my back to unclasp my last piece of underwear. Within a second he had my halter neck bra off, accompanying the other clothes in the chair.
My whole body was covered in goose bumps. I didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of his eyes traveling all over me.
"Perfect…" It took him a minute to get me to lie down on the bed willingly, him reminding me that it was my choice if I wanted him to be rough or not. His kisses fell on my neck like the rain fell on the windows, and he covered me with soft kisses. I tried to forget about Edward, about how he lied to me, but his voice still lingered on my mind.
It's not rape if you're willingI heard Edwards words over and over again in my mind when I arched my back, giving James more access to my breasts. His mouth closed around one of my taut nipples, his tongue rolling over it slowly. I kicked my foot onto the mattress, begging myself to ignore the overwhelming pleasure. I felt like I was melting when he stopped, giving me a moment to take a deep breath.
"Very obedient…" he smirked pushing himself up on his knees. He removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. His toned body was eye catching, drawing my eyes to it like a magnet. He went back to kissing me, using one hand to remove his pants before throwing it to the cold floor. Sure his skin was colder than mine, but with my rising heat, I didn't think about it.
The way his hands moved was like a dance he knew perfectly well. It sickened me that he must've done the same with dozens of girls before me, making them feel special. I didn't feel special, I felt like a toy he was going to use for his pleasure.
"You aren't relaxing…" he said rather coldly, moving his face above mine. My eyes were still stinging after releasing so many tears; I had to blink several times to see his face clearly. He messed up his blonde hair, as if he was bored of the way it was earlier. It looked like he had just woken up, but still had a soft look. It amazed me that he actually cared about me, that he wanted me to feel good about what he was doing to me. I couldn't deny he had given me pleasure, but I was still scared.
"Nervous?" he asked sincerely, a half smile on his lips. I nodded quickly to his question, not hiding my insecurity.
"Let me wash away your fears then…" he leaned in to touch my shoulders with his feathery soft lips. He moved to the crook of my neck, sucking my skin, probing with his tongue. My muscles seemed to loose when he came in contact with my skin, and I let out the breath I had been keeping locked in my lungs. He cupped my breast, going ever so slowly. His lips skimmed across my skin towards my lips, while his hand skimmed over my stomach, not stopping from going any lower. I moaned into his mouth when his hand was between my thighs, using his fingers to make every nerve in my body to go insane. It didn't take much effort to get me to move my lower body, following his motions. I moaned with every thrust, wanting him to go deeper.
"That's it…" he spoke against my lips before kissing me deeply, connecting his tongue with mine into a wild dance of dominance. He removed his fingers from my wetness, and started to remove his boxers. He kissed me harder when I moved uncomfortably, knowing what was coming next. His hardness pressed against my thigh when he was completely naked, and I opened my eyes wide.
He rolled over, placing me on his stomach. I fell down a bit, but kept myself up by placing my hands on his hard chest. I looked at him, most of my face covered by my hair which had fallen in front of my eyes like curtains. He brushed my hair behind my ears, stroking my cheeks patiently. His hands wandered down my body, lifting me up when he reached my waist.
He moved a little, until his hard member aimed at the right spot. I found balance on my knees, pushing myself a little away from him. I threw my head back to look at him again, my hair falling over my back. He nodded to my silenced question, and I swallowed heavily. James hands went to my hips and he started to lower me slowly onto him.
I felt the tip press at my entrance, and then he went deeper, continuing to press me down. I felt myself getting stretched to his size, and hot tears spilled down my cheeks from the pain. My hands slipped on the mattress, my hands involuntary collecting the fabric from bed sheets in my fists.
He forced me completely down on him, and I arched my back, releasing a painful scream when he tore through me, filling me completely with his large sex. My upper body fell on top of his, and I sobbed onto his chest, trying to stop shaking so terribly. His arms wrapped around me, waiting for me to adjust to him. I trembled terribly, the pain still soaring through my lower region. He had finally taken my virginity; it was what he had been waiting for. This was not how I had imagined my first time; on top of someone who called himself my master.
I startled when he started moving me a little, rocking me back and forth on top of him. I winced when he entered me again and again, even though he was slow. It took a couple of minutes before I started moving on my own, the pleasure slowly starting to build. I rode him for a while, going at my own pace, but obviously not fast enough; he flipped me over onto my back, spreading my legs far apart with his hands, before thrusting into me hard.
I moaned loudly, arching my back as much as I could. I opened my eyes at the right moment to see a lightning on the dark sky, throwing its blitz onto something standing outside the window. I gasped when I saw a clear silhouette of a person with large wings. It was gone a moment after, and the windows were once again completely dark. My eyes searched frantically after the person who stood outside, but I saw nothing, only the reflection of James moving on top of me.
My new sexual lust took control, and I forgot about the person who was watching me make love, and I raised my hips to meet his every thrust. Our moans and grunts mixed the air, filling the room with pure lust. James drove me to insanity of pleasure, then without signal he sunk his fangs into my chest which caused me to go over the edge, sending me into a roller coaster of orgasmic euphoria which never seemed to stop.
At his own release, he drank from me more vigorously, thrusting harder before finally slowing down until both lay still, our bodies drenched in sweat. I thought I'd be exhausted after our lovemaking. I should be exhausted. But strangely, my energy gained new strength, and James laughed at my confusion.
"Up for more?" he asked smugly, rolling on top of me again; "Jasper didn't lie at all…"
The rest of the night, until the sun was about to pour its shine over the mountains, I made love with James over and over again. Only stopping to switch from position to position, my new discovered energy driving me almost crazy. Once both satisfied, I fell asleep, James shutting the sun out with the curtains, holding around me as I was slowly falling asleep.
This was the first, and last time I would have sex with James. My dreams were partially of revenge. Unknowingly, I slept with a smile on my face; Edward was indeed planning to get me away from the mansion.
So did I explain a lot about bella and the mark? And about the black market (:
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