Waiting.
Wishing.
“Tell me you love me, Little Lamb.” I thrust into her hard, just once, and her pussy clenches tight. I tilt her face up, her eyes holding mine. “Say it,” I coo. “Tell me you love me.” I fuck into her again, once, twice, slow, hard, deep.Fuck, she feels so good.“Tell me.”
“You’re a monster,” she breathes out instead, and I can’t help it, I keep fucking her, nice and slow, harder, as I grit my teeth.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, I am.” I smile at her, tightening my grip on her arse, my hold on her neck, the pad of my thumb hovering dangerously over the front of her throat. “But you love me, anyway,” I say confidently, knowingly. “You have a sickness, Little Lamb.” I’m breathless, quiet with my words, fucking her harder, holding her tighter, our gazes still locked in this tiny room. “You’ve been running from monsters all your life,” I whisper over her mouth. “Until you met me.” Her walls squeeze around my cock, sending a bolt of lightning shooting down my spine, directly into my balls, hardening my cock further. “Then you fell in love with one.” I drop my forehead to hers, staring into her eyes despite my vision being blurred at our closeness. “Tell me you love me, Little Lamb. Tell me how much you love your monster.” It’s commanding, the rasp of my voice, the way my lips move against hers with the words. “After all.” I lick my lips, tasting her almost silent gasp, “You’re a monster too.”
Her hand cracks against my cheek, whipping my head to the side, making my bloody lip bleed once more, forcing me to still. I’m staring at the stained glass window, the way no lightcasts through it, the hour ungodly on this Novus. I feel it drip, the blood, rolling over my bottom lip, dribbling down my chin, dropping onto my bare chest, my shirt still pushed back over my shoulders, the sleeves caught around my biceps.
Slowly, I turn, bringing my attention back to her. Her breathing shallow, heart racing so fast I can hear it pounding in her chest as though it were my own. My eyes flick between her wide ones, her pupils flaring as violence flashes in mine, and then I grab hold of her dress. My hands fist the side of her long skirt, already a little torn, and I rip up the length of it, shredding it open, past her hip, stopping just beneath the curve of her breast. She gasps, her cool breath a rush against my hot skin, and I catch her hand this time, as she draws it back, swings it up, just before it reconnects with my face.
I tut, shoving the fabric open, revealing the smooth skin of her belly, the curve of her waist, flare of her hip, I shove it further aside, showing myself as much of her as I can without tearing the entire thing off of her.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I breathe out the words, staring at all of her smooth skin, licking my lips as I glance down to where we’re connected.
The darkness of my cock enveloped inside of her, the glisten of our combined releases smeared over her flushed sex, the pale expanse of the inside of her thighs, before dragging my gaze back up to her chest. Over the pebbling of her nipples poking at the little fabric still covering them, to the swelling ‘II’ burning bright above her heart, just beneath her collarbone.
“All mine, Nellie. That’s what you are,” I tell her appreciatively, dragging my gaze back to hers, meaning every word literally. “Mine to kiss, mine to love, mine to fuck.” I thrust into her tight slickness, her muscles clamping down around me, trying to force me out. “Mine to breed, Nellie,” I hush the words out, fucking her deep. “That’s what I’m gunna do to you, LittleLamb, fill you with my seed, watch this beautiful belly get big and round with my baby.”
The thought of her, like that, full of me, what we’ll create, makes me want to fucking explode. And even though that’s not supposed to happen yet, it doesn’t change how I feel about it.
My balls tighten up so hard it hurts, but she’s still not speaking, still not saying what I need to hear.
“Tell me you love me, Little Lamb.” Infuriatingly, she shakes her head, pulling her lips inside her mouth, biting down on them. “Tell me,” I grunt, breathing hard.
I palm her throat, squeezing too hard, but I can’t stop myself. She doesn’t stop me. Sitting here, her knees tight against my hips, her cunt clenching around my cock. She wants me, this, but she wants a fight first.
“We’re inevitable, always have been, since I first laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine,” I whisper the words over her mouth, our lips brushing. “You’re going to tell me you love me,” I say, tasting her shallow breaths panting against my tongue. “While I fill you with my seed, you’re going to tell me you fucking love me, and you’re going to say it like you mean it.”
Her hands fly up, curling around my throat at the same time her leg wraps around me, her other moving past me, bracing against the door at my back. The heel of her foot digs into my lower spine, yanking me ever closer. But she still shakes her head.
“Say it, Little Lamb.Say. It.”
At her silence, I fuck her hard and fast. My hips crash with hers, my grip on her throat and backside so tight I know I’ll be leaving bruises, but I don’t care. I want to see my marks all fucking over this beautiful skin.
My balls tighten, my cock so hard it actually hurts, I can feel my release edging, my thrusts becoming more erratic, “Say it, Nellie,” I hiss. “Tell me you fucking love me, Penelope!” I’mshouting it in her face, squeezing her throat, my thumb carving its imprint into her pulse point, when she finally opens her mouth.
Her tongue lashes out, licking salaciously over my mouth, before she’s biting down on my upper lip, her fingers clawing into my shoulders as she fucks me back, using her foot braced on the door for leverage to meet my violent thrusts. Her teeth sink deeper before releasing, blood on my tongue, on hers, over her teeth as she tips her head back, my hips stuttering.
“I love you, Billy,” she whispers, staring up at me, her soft voice not much more than a rasp from the pressure around her neck. “Billy, I love you,” she repeats. And then, even softer, “I’m going to fucking kill you, Billy, but I’ll love you whilst I do it. I love you, and I’m going to kill you, you beautiful little liar.”
That’s all it takes.
Love.
Threats.
Blood.
Murder.
For me to come.
My forehead grinds against hers as my dick jerks, her pussy clamps down, and my thighs twitch. Heat lashes down my spine, a wash of cold falling over me like a tidal wave of ice as I come inside her. Filling her with my seed, praying it takes, needing to own her in every single way I can.
When I still, breathing hard, our heads touching, her hands gentling on my shoulders, blood leaking from the little nail crescent wounds, she smears it across my skin, painting her hands red. She brings them around to my front, pressing both bloodied hands against my chest, some of her fingers just catching my brand.
