Sins of the Flesh (Preview)
Hey, you guys wanna read a preview for my dark!Millory fanfic that right now is looking like porn with plot? Then, please, feel free. And it’s a first draft, so it’s rough. Also, don’t worry the next chapter of Dichotomy is underway
WARNINGS: Dom!Michael, derogatory terms.
Michael opened the door to his room, yawning quietly. Tomorrow he’d be taking the test of the Seven Wonders, and proving his superiority to those arrogant witches.
But instead of an empty room, he saw a young woman sitting on his bed, dressed in lacy black lingerie, thigh high stockings, and tall black heels. Her crimped, dirty blonde hair falling over her delicate shoulders.
He didn’t look upset, or even surprised to find her there. He gave a knowing smile, with a low, but pleasant tone, “Hello, Mallory.”
She moved like liquid, sliding off the bed to walk towards him, “Michael. Or should I say Mr. Supreme?”
He laughed, “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Oh, come on,” she chuckled, “you could do the Seven Wonders in your sleep.”
He removed his jacket, hanging on the coat rack, his eyes fixed on her, “Even so, you should always be prepared.”
She hated how calm he was; how his eyes never wandered from hers over her body. Her fingers played at the thin strap of her bralette, causing it to slip of her shoulder, “Especially when you have such stiff competition.”
His gaze wandered ever so slightly to her bare shoulder, “Oh, really?”
“Can’t you tell?” She said with a satisfied grin, “Cordelia’s been training me. She’s sure that I’m the new Supreme.”
His eyes traveled down her body at last, her skin flushing at his inspection, “Why? Did you break into her room dressed like this too?”
She closed the distance between them, clutching either side of his shirt, and whispered, “I’m powerful too, Michael.”
He gripped her chin, his words dangerously serious, “Are you trying to threaten me, little girl?”
Her breath caught, a shiver of need passing through her, “No, I’m trying to offer you an ally.”
His eyebrow shot up, “Why would you want to help me? I would think I pose a threat to your coven.”
“I’ve always known you were special, Michael,” she confessed to him, sliding her hands down his chest, “Ever since we were little, I knew that I wanted to be by your side,” she felt a thrill in her core as she boldly brushed her fingers against the bulge forming in his pants, “Can you just imagine, me and you, the Supreme and the Antichrist ruling the world together?”
With a crushing grip on her wrist he wrenched it away, shaking his head, “So ambitious,” his other hand snaked around from her chin to grab a fistful of her hair and jerk her head back, “so greedy.”
She held onto his arm for support, her pulse quickening. She gasped when she felt his warm mouth next to her ear, “I didn’t know you had this side to you.”
“All I’ve ever been is such a goody two shoes,” she replied breathless, “You bring out a darkness in me.”
He forced her to look at him, stripping her to the bone with his unrelenting eyes, “A bit cliche is it not?” He backed her up against the footboard of his bed with a thud, “Wanting the devil to corrupt you.”
She sighed, biting her bottom lip, “I don’t know about the devil, but his son could do whatever he wants to me.”
He inched closer to her face, his mouth open, tempting her with a kiss. She closed her eyes and held her breath, desperately entangling her fingers in his hair, his grip on her wrist tightening. He hovered over lips, her legs pinned by him, leaving her in aching suspense. She started grinding slowly, trying to relieve some of her frantic desire. She leaned forward trying to force their lips together—
“It’s been a long day,” he whispered, loosening his grasp, “why don’t you run back to your room?”
In a moment the heat of his body was gone, leaving her in cold abandonment. “Wouldn’t want the Supreme to see her star pupil begging for me like a hungry little slut, would we?”
His words created a sharp streak of want to pierce through her, but she could only stand there frozen.
He lifted one side of his lips in a self-satisfied smirk, taking her hand between his gentle fingers and placing an infuriatingly chaste kiss on her knuckles.
