She knicks the side of my throat with the blade as retaliation. I savor the pain, but when I look into her eyes and see that she’s struggling, it fractures something deep within me that I didn’t know existed. Maybe a soft piece of my soul that I’d held on to from my mortal life? But it makes me want to make her feel good and help her understand who she is to me.
I don’t give a fuck that she’s a siren. She might piss me off more often than not, but she’s the first thing I’ve wanted for myself in forever.
She needs to understand, even if I can’t keep her, she needs to know. I put more passion behind the kiss, less violence, and more unadulterated desire. She pushes back, and I groan against her lips.
“Do you need me to show you what I’ve wanted since we first met?” I ask.
“You won’t. You’re too afraid of my father. Too afraid of me,” she says, pissing me off, and I push her hard against the wall again, rubbing my cock against her needy cunt. I knew she would look beautiful in the dress. But now? Covered in angel blood with a furious look across her face, she’s breathtaking.
“You want to keep that knife against my throat, or do you want me stretching out this tight, needy pussy?” I tease.
She blinks at me like she doesn’t want to talk.Unusual.
“You’re going to have to tell me what you want, little demon. Or else you’ll just have to take care of yourself. I can smell how bad you want me, how much all this violence has turned you on. My sweet little fucked-up princess.”
She knicks my skin again, and I can feel the warm blood pooling at the collar of my shirt. I like it more than I should or will ever admit.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do. You should be man enough to take what you want,” she taunts back.
Always pushing the right button. I hold her against the wall with one arm as I use the other to take my cock out. She squirms but doesn’t say anything, fully accepting what’s about to happen. I’m not sure if she wants it as bad as me or if I even care. I want to take what she owes me; it’s about time I get some relief from the way she’s been torturing me.
I don’t ask her any questions, I just slide her panties to the side, noting that she’s wet enough before I push my cock inside of her roughly. I don’t give it to her inch by inch; no, I thrust into her until I can’t go any deeper.
She moans, and the back of her head hits the wall. I fuck her so hard I’m concerned the steel walls that we’re fucking against are going to break down.
I welcome it.
Almost as much as I welcome the next slap that she strikes across my face. It stings, but her hand doesn’t leave my face. She drops the dagger so she can grip my shoulder and jaw at the same time. Her nails bite into the skin of my face as she kisses me.
It’s not as rough as before, but more of a claiming. She hasn’t been shy about her desire for me, and the way she kisses me proves it. I need her more than I need to breathe in this moment.
She’s trying to make me understand that I belong to her. That she can take and do whatever the fuck she wants to me. At this moment, I welcome the idea of being her property as her cunt grips me tightly.
“That’s it. Fuck, I knew your pussy would be perfect,” I praise her.
She squeezes my face harder. “Shut up.”
I don’t know why she’s baiting me, but I enjoy it all the same. Her acidic tongue is one of my favorite parts of her. Her pussy has clearly taken the number one slot. She’s so warm, wet, and wrapped perfectly around me.
“No, I think I want to keep telling you how much I’ve been needing this. How many times I fucked my fist thinking about this, about you.”
She looks away from me, and I’m wondering if she hasn’t wanted this just as badly as I have. Has she not thought endlessly about what I would feel like? Has she just been fucking with me? Or is she that upset about being part-siren that she doesn’t think she deserves it?
“I thought you’d be sweeter once I filled you with my cock,” I comment, and she groans, clenching around my length.
The only sounds in the room are of how wet her pussy is and the thump of her back hitting the wall with each one of my thrusts.
I switch tactics. Maybe she doesn’t want it rough and mean, though that’s all we’ve been towards each other. I slow my pace down, fucking her more leisurely. Looking down and seeing my cock covered in her arousal makes me shiver as I thrust in and out of her.
“Is this what you want, little demon? You want me to fuck you nice and slow?” I try to lean my face against hers, and she’s letting me. She could easily use her strength against me if she wanted to. “You have to know I’m yours, right? Tell daddy however you want it,” I say, throwing her warrior daddy jokes right back at her.
She doesn’t let go of my jaw as she pulls back; her eyes are no longer red but a pretty shade of pink as she gazes at me.
“Make it hurt,” she demands.
With my hands fully occupied with her plump ass, I shove into her as hard and fast as I can, taking what I want from her. I want her to come, but if I get there first, I’ll just get her off with my tongue or hand.
“Don’t disappoint me,” she says, bullying me into what she wants.
