He grips my hips, dragging me down harder, making me ride him at his pace, his rhythm—merciless, consuming. The papers crumple beneath us, the ink smears across my thighs, and glass bites into my knees, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
“You hate me?” he snarls, sweat slicking his chest, blood streaking his throat where I cut him. His eyes burn wild. “Then hate me with your cunt, little fairy. Hate me while you choke on how deep I am inside you.”
I sob, broken, riding him harder, my body grinding down until the sound of skin slamming fills the cage. Shame twists sharp in my chest, but heat burns hotter, clawing through me, shattering me from the inside out.
He leans up, teeth scraping my jaw, words dripping filth straight into my veins. “Do you feel it? Every time you clench, you’re begging me to stay. Every cry out of your mouth is just another confession.”
I shake my head, gasping, tears streaking down my face, but my hips move faster, frantic, desperate, grinding against him like I’m starving.
He laughs—low, guttural, feral. His hook presses cold against my spine as his other hand fists my hair, yanking me down until his lips are at my ear.
“Come for me, little fairy,” he growls, voice like a command carved from stone. “Drown my cock in it. Sign the contract with your fucking body.”
My scream rips out, raw, shattered. My cunt seizes around him, spasms violent, soaking him in everything I swore I’d never give. My body betrays me completely, clinging to him, gripping him, breaking for him.
He snarls, hips snapping up into mine, dragging me through it, forcing me to ride him even as I convulse. His cock slams deeper, harder, his voice a whip against my ear.
“That’s it. That’s mine. Every drop, every twitch, every scream—you belong to me.”
My body collapses forward, shaking, my face pressed into his chest as I come undone, wet desire flooding down my thighs, my pussy choking him in waves that don’t stop. My nails dig deeper, blood and sweat mixing between us, my sobs muffled against his skin.
And he doesn’t let me stop. He drags my hips harder, forces me to ride out every spasm, every tremor, until I’m sobbing into his chest, spent, broken, ruined—yet still trembling for more.
He bites my throat, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark, and growls against my skin:
“Good little fairy. You’ll cum for me every time.”
His cock pistons into me, harder now, deeper, every thrust a demand, every grind a punishment. My body is wrecked, shuddering, overstimulated, but I won’t stop—not now. I grab his shoulders, nails splitting skin, and slam myself down on him, harder, faster, dragging him to the edge with me.
“Cum,” I gasp, my voice broken but fierce, every word a slash of defiance. “Fill me. Ruin me. I want you to finish inside me so you’ll never fucking forget who made you lose control.”
His eyes blaze, teeth bared, his chest heaving under me. My pussy clenches tighter, dragging him down into my spiral. I grind harder, filthier, until his jaw locks, until his grip on my hips bruises bone.
“Do it,” I snarl, breathless, sweat dripping down my face. “Spill inside me like the desperate monster you are. Mark me. Own me. Bleed into me. Fucking prove it.”
His groan rips out feral, guttural, his cock throbbing so hard it feels like it’s splitting me open. He bucks up into me, again, again, each thrust brutal, final, inevitable.
And then he breaks.
His roar tears the silence wide open, his body seizing under mine, his cock spilling hot and violent deep inside me. My head snaps back at the force of it, my thighs trembling, my body choking down every drop he gives me.
And as he comes undone, his hand fists my hair, yanking my face down to his, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss so savage it cuts my lip. His voice shreds raw against my mouth, the words ripping me apart more than his cock ever could:
“I’ve loved you since the first time I wanted to kill you.”
The sentence detonates inside me, hotter than blood, sharper than glass. My scream answers his, not in hate, not in surrender, but in something far worse—something binding, burning, eternal.
Love and ruin.
Death and worship.
Two monsters bleeding into one.
Hook
Her scream still echoes in my chest.
Not the broken ones. Not the ones I ripped from her throat when I split her open and filled her until her body shook with ruin. No—the last one. The one that came when the words slipped out of me like blood from a wound.
