My cock throbbed in need, and whether it was intentional or not, she wiggled it at me like a goddamn dog going into heat.
“Yeah, and then I wake up and vomit to get the taste out of my mouth.”
I snarled, lifted my hand and brought it down on her right ass cheek.
Her entire body jerked, a handprint instantly appearing across her skin.
She hissed in pain, her hands tightening into that headboard, her breathing picking up.
“You need to watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” I warned.
“Aw,” she cooed, looking back, her breathing hitched. “You think it’s pretty?”
I slapped her ass again, my hand burning from the force.
She jerked, panting. “Fuck,” she gasped, dropping her head. “Stop doing—”
I slapped her again, my cock throbbing with every jerk of her body, every sound she made, my heart skipping. God, it felt good.
A whimper escaped her lips, and I slapped her again, watching as her back curved a bit more, her ass going higher.
My eyes widened and I slapped her again, snarling. She liked this too?Fuck! Was there anything this fucked up psychopath didn’t like?
She groaned, her legs spreading a little more, and I slapped her again, hard and quick, her ass bright red, my cock so goddamn hard, I thought I would cum if my pants rubbed it justthe right way. “Stop,” she told me breathlessly.
But I knew that voice, I knew exactly what it meant.
I grabbed her hip in my left hand and slid my right between her legs, feeling her entire body respond in relief as I found her soaking cunt. I wasn’t going to pretend I knew anything about the psychology of a person, but I did know there was some sort of deep, psychological explanation as to why someone who got beat to shit in their relationship craved shit like this.
I knew why I craved it. Craved the power, the control, but why thefuckdid she? I wanted to know. I wanted to know why her mind made that specific shift. I wanted to know at what point in her life did she turn intothis. Which punch from Steven? Which cruel word from her parents? Which fuck Steven forced upon her made her start craving the depraved? When did she realize how much she liked it? Had someone in her life given this to her before me?
Red filled my vision at the thought, and I ground my teeth, trying to shove it away, but my heart was already racing, my entire body hot with the rage.
I dug my fingers into her hip and slid two inside of her, her cunt tightening around me as a strangled moan escaped her lips. Nobody else could do what I did to her. Whatever she thought, whatever she believed, I would erase whoever it was from her mind so fully, she would never remember anyone else but me.
I released her hip and slapped her again, this time on her left side. “What have I told you about denying yourself, Olivia?” I growled, feeling her cunt tighten with each slap as I began to finger-fuck her.
And immediately, she relaxed, opening up for me like the good little pup she was.
I leaned forward and slid my hand into her hair, threading my fingers through it, pulling her back as I rammed my fingers into her. God,fuckBeckett and his baseless theories. Fuck Azrael andhis psychotics. Fuck Malachi and his silence.Fuckall of them. I knew what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was doing, myjob. A debt to be paid, nothing more.
Olivia groaned, pushing back into me, the sound of her arousal coating my fingers filling the room. Fuck, she felt so damn good. “Fucking take it,” I ordered her, picking up my pace, letting the anger they had caused, the anger of wondering if someone else was in this cunt other than Steven, consume me as I took complete control of her. “Take it like the perfect whore you are.”
Her cries of pleasure swam through me in waves of warmth, my heart pounding, my grip in her hair tightening.
“That’s right,” I hummed, unable to help the way my hips pushed forward, my cock pressing into her ass. “You dirty little slut, you fucking needy whore.” I was in control of her.Me. Not that piece of shit Steven. Not her parents, nobody in this world controlled her like I did.
A volatile shudder fell through me. My cock was throbbing, pulsing, aching to be inside of her, to fill her so goddamn full, she couldn’t help but cry for me. I wanted tears streaming down her face because of how desperate she was to have me. I wanted her sobbing, begging me for more. I wanted her to fuck my cock dry because she couldn’t handle not having me inside of her.
I released her hair and slapped her ass again, as hard as I could. I controlled her. I controlled everything about her. She wasmine.
She cried out. “Oh,God,” she moaned.
I did it again and again, desperately wanting to hear the end. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to hear all of it. I wanted to hear her cum for me and only me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Her pussy clamped down around my fingers, her end ripping through her so forcefully, she convulsed against me, her hands nearly the same color as the ribbonsstrapping her to her bed.
I kept going, wanting just a few more seconds in her warm, wet cunt before I finally pulled out and sat back, my head spinning as she collapsed into the bed, her legs slick with her own arousal.
