He shifts above me, propping himself slightly on one arm, so his breath brushes the side of my neck. A shiver runs straight down my spine, and my traitorous core clenches painfully.Damn it.I don't want him to feel that. I don't want my body to respond to his. He's a monster, just like his friends, despite his attempt to pretend otherwise. That's all it is, a mask that he sports, just like the shitty ones they chased me through the woods wearing.
"You don't sound fine," he murmurs. "You were trapped in a terrifying nightmare. I could feel you resisting it. You were crying out and fighting against something in your sleep." His hand lifts underneath the tangled sheets, barely a brush of fingertips grazing my hip, and a shot of electricity zaps across my skin, when I realize how close he is to my pussy. "You think I'm the danger, but you're not even fully awake yet, Livy... I'm here to keep you safe, pretty girl, not to hurt you."
Keep me safe?I don't believe a word he's trying to feed me. I don't deny that I was trapped in the nightmare, but I don't accept, for even a second, that his actions are selfless or honorable. "You think holding me without my consent, or knowledge, helps, after all the psychotic shit you three put me through?" I snap, trying to push his body off me, but it refuses to budge. I know I could flip us with some effort. I've trained in martial arts for years now to do just that, but something within me wants to see if he'll admit to his deranged actions. Why it even makes a difference to me in the light of day, I don't even understand, but it does.
"I know it does," he murmurs. "You stopped moving, and settled, the moment I pulled you close." The confidence with which he makes his statement would be sexy as hell, if I weren't in my current predicament. As it stands, it irks me that he'sprobably right, and like the brat I am, I can't let him have the win. Especially not after all the shit they've put me through in the last couple of hours.Has it only been a couple of hours?My lack of sense of time is another issue I need to address immediately.
I grit my teeth and break our connection, refusing to look at him, and focusing my gaze over his shoulder. "Because I didn't know who was touching me. Had I been awake, I wouldn't have welcomed your contact."
"And now that you do know, Hellstorm," he says, voice lower, filled with dark sexual tension, "you're still letting me." His hand slides down my neck, his long fingers wrapping gently around it, and tapping against my sensitive skin. I don't know whether to take it as a warning, or a soothing caress, but my body is responding against my better judgment.
Goosebumps break along my skin, and my nipples harden to tight peaks he can definitely feel through the material of this shirt. My breath stutters, and my mouth goes dry, with his knowing smirk and raised eyebrow, daring me to deny his effect on me. It's infuriating how easily he reads my body, when I can barely trust it. "That's not..." I start, but his fingers tighten against my neck, his hardening cock thrusts against my stomach, and my words instantly drop off.Oh God, he's fucking huge.
He lets out a soft hum, more like a warm breath of amusement against my jaw, his tongue licking a path along its surface. "You're all confused, Livy. Your mind's still tangled in the dream. That's why you want to run from me, but just let me in, pretty girl, I'll make you feel so good,promise."
I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat I can't seem to dislodge. "I want to run because you drugged and assaulted me, while you played your fucked up game of hide and seek. Don't try to twist the story now, you're not a good guy, whatever the fuckyour name is." I know his name, of course, I know his fucking name, but I want him to believe that he's so inconsequential to me that I don't. I need to hurt him, even in a small, petty way, to even the massive score between us.
His fingers around my throat tighten subtly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me how trapped I am, and that he could stop my air supply at any moment. I stare up into his angelic face and can read the displeasure my words have brought. His dark brows narrow into a furrowed'V',and he bites down on his plush bottom lip. I find myself wanting to bite down on his lip too, and I have to steady my breathing, which is rapidly increasing. "You'll be screaming my name for everyone to hear shortly, Hellstorm. I'm going to make sure it's tattooed on the inside of your vocal cords, and that you call out to me whenever you attempt to sleep. You'll never be free of me, you just don't know it yet."
He lifts suddenly to his knees like a graceful panther, but his hand remains firmly around my throat. His other hand grasps the front of the shirt I'm wearing and yanks, the sound of material tearing loud in the too-silent room. A gasp slips past my lips as I try to rise and get away from him, but he forces me back down by my neck, his large, muscular legs pinning mine together between his. I'm at his mercy, the cool air hitting my exposed skin. His eyes graze over my breasts with hunger, and his pink tongue comes out to lick his lips, as if he can't wait to devour me. "Don't..." It's spoken in a whisper, but it's all I get out before his mouth crushes down on mine with a fierceness that overwhelms me.
His soft lips roam, demanding entry, as he attempts to deepen this kiss. His tongue pushes against the seam of my lips, and when I attempt to deny him entry, his deft fingers find one of my nipples and pinch hard, until my lips pry open in a scream that he takes full advantage of, by thrusting his tongueinside. His tongue attempts to coax mine, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm hungrily kissing him back. Our tongues lash and tangle together, both of us making starving noises as we consume each other. His hand slides between my breasts, caressing the soft flesh, before cradling one of my breasts in his large palm. He squeezes the round globe, while pinching my nipple roughly between two of his fingers, and the sensation of pain and arousal causes my pussy to slicken. I'm starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, as he continues to attack my mouth. The little growly sounds escaping him are causing my body to heat for him, until I fear I might explode. I can feel my clit throbbing, and how slick I already am. I've never cum before from just nipple stimulation, but I'm pretty sure River aims to change that.
He pulls back from our kiss, his breathing ragged, his lips swollen and slick with our combined saliva. "Fuck, Livy.I need you. I need to be inside of you right now, more than I've ever needed anything in my life. Hate me later, I'll even let you beat on me if you need to, but just let me inside of you, so I can make us both feel good right now."
CHAPTER 37
OLLY
"Fuck, Livy.I need you. I need to be inside of you right now, more than I've ever needed anything in my life. Hate me later, I'll even let you beat on me if you need to, but just let me inside of you, so I can make us both feel good right now." His sexy words and demanding expression cause a visceral shiver down my spine, the heady need evident in their tone. Everything in me wants to deny his request on principle. This fucker helped drug and kidnap me, so he doesn't deserve to enjoy my body. Yet there's another part of me that wants a forbidden taste of the ecstasy he's promising,just one little bite.
"You... drugged me..." I manage to croak out, my last remaining brain cell not fried by lust still working, as I press my hand against his hard, warm chest to stop his forward descent, as he attempts to kiss me once more.
"Yes, I did, and if you're asking me to rationalize it, or even beg your forgiveness,I won't, I can't.Everything about you is a virus infecting every cell in my body. I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think clearly, nothing makes sense, exceptthis." His hand slides down my abdomen, and cups my drenched pussy through the thin barrier of the panties I'm wearing. "Fuck,Hellstorm, I can feel how wet you are for me. Baby, let me in." He doesn't wait for my response, or consent, his fingers clutching the side of the fabric and yanking, until a gasp rips from my lips at the slight sting of pain, of the material tugging on my skin.
My thoughts are a cyclone inside of me, part of me wants to delve deep into this attraction, into the craziness and the unknown, even though I know it's to my detriment. The other part wants to beat his ass for being an asshole, and scaring years off my life. I watch with wide eyes as he throws the scrap of fabric off the bed, and his middle finger slips through my soaked slit slowly, both of us intently watching as he touches me. "Fuck, Livy, you have the prettiest pussy."
How fucked up is it that I want to preen like a damn proud peacock at that compliment? Instead of replying, I spread my legs wider as my breathing escalates, and he takes full advantage, slipping that same thick digit inside of me. My eyes widen, and nearly fall out of my head, when I get a look at his massive cock, straining against the fabric of his tight indigo boxer shorts. Shit, the fabric can barely contain him.What the fuck is in the water here in Soule? They should call this place the big cock capital of the country."Hmm, wait..."
Any other thoughts vacate my brain as he chooses to steamroll right over my request, and he plunges a second finger inside of me and curls them upwards, rubbing against that sensitive spot deep within me that makes my toes curl, as his thumb strokes across my throbbing clit. "Shit, Hellstorm, you're so tight, I'm gonna need to stretch this pretty hole so it can fit my cock."
Say what now?A flash of memory of when Sim fucked the shit out of me, and left me walking funny blares, through my brain, and I try to slide away from River. "On... second thought... yeah, no,pass,"I squeal, as he lets out a throaty chuckle andthrusts deeper, picking up speed until all of my internal muscles are clenching down on his fingers, and I can feel the beginning of an orgasm barreling straight for me like a freight train. The mattress below me is getting soaked from my juices, and the wet sounds of him thrusting inside of me are lewd and loud. I should be horrified and embarrassed, but right now, with the volcano of sensations rising within me, I couldn't give a damn.
"Baby, you're going to take all of me, deep inside of all your pretty holes. I'm about to paint your insides with my cum, and breed you like the slut you are, so that you're always full of my semen."Jesus fuck, why does that sound so sexy when it shouldn't?
My fingers reach out and brush against his swollen mushroom tip, which is straining, and testing the strength of his underwear. My fingers circle the thick girth, as I trace his slit through the wet spot in the fabric. His thumb continues to paint circles on my needy nub, as my head dips back and I try to inhale a deep breath in, as he slips a third finger inside of me that has me toeing the line of the precipice I'm about to go flying over. All of my skin is tingling and flushed with heat, and I can feel a bead of sweat trickling down my back. "Fuck, fuck, so close,don't stop," I beg, my voice raspy and desperate.
"Give it to me, Livy. It belongs to me just like you do," he moans, as I push the fabric away and my fingers meet his girthy length unobstructed. I slide them firmly up and down his veiny length, meeting his base. His slick precum coats my digits, making it easier to stroke him, and the room fills with his deep, satisfied groans. I watch him through slitted eyes, as his body moves in time with my hand movements, his defined abs and Adonis belt making my mouth water as they contract.
Fuck, I want to lick every inch of those gorgeous muscles. My gaze slides over all the pretty tattoos that line his skin; they're colorful works of art you might see in a museum. Gothic angelsand demons, intertwined with stunning architectural pieces that feel like they’re coming to life the more I stare at them. The word'Mayhem'is painted across his stomach in a detailed, gorgeous font that almost looks 3D, and it makes me jealous of the quality of the work on his skin. "Baby, focus, I need you to cum before I slam my cock inside of you. Come on, pretty girl, soak my fingers."
His demanding words are my undoing. I tear my eyes away from his body and stare at his stunning face. He's got to be the embodiment of Lucifer, God's favorite angel, the one who refused to obey, and fell from grace to lead the underworld. He'll lead you into sin, and you won't even feel the fires of hell licking at your flesh while you burn happily with him. My eyes narrow in on his mouth, and the way he's biting his lip to stem his groans, but they're still making it through, and fuck do they sound sexy.
River's eyes are a wicked green, glittering playfully, but edged in something far hungrier and deadlier. There's a twisted glint in them, a spark of lust tangled with mischief, as if he already knows the trouble he's going to cause you, and how good you'll feel when he does, and right now, as my orgasm slams into me, I feel amazing. My whole body spasms, my back bowing and my ass rising off the mattress, as a scream rips from my lips. "FUCK!" My eyes shut of their own accord as I struggle to even breathe, and he keeps thrusting his digits, and rubbing me through my aftershocks. It's almost too much with how sensitive I am, but I can't muster any words to tell him to stop. I try to close my knees, but he pushes them aside, refusing to allow me to shut him out.
"Oh, Hellstorm, all the fun we're going to have, baby. You were made for me." He pushes away from my grip and leans forward, grabbing something off my bedside table, but I'm still riding the waves of pleasure, and not focused enough to determine what it is. His face works its way down my body, hisbreath whispering over my sensitive clit before he licks it, and slips it between my swollen slit, and I almost spasm off the bed. "Fuck, you taste delicious."
His fingers leave the inside of my cunt, only to be replaced by his warm tongue, as he thrusts it as deep as he can inside of me. My legs spread wide to accommodate his head and broad shoulders, and my digits find their way into his thick hair, pulling on the strands. "Fuck, harder baby, tear them out," he moans as he goes right back to devouring me like a hungry wolf, his teeth nipping at my sensitive flesh. I'm almost relieved that he enjoys pain with his passion; there's nothing in me that craves gentleness. I can already feel the next orgasm cresting and threatening to drown me.
