Ripping free of him, I relied on instinct. Reaching up, I grabbed him by the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, and wrenched him down to me. Forcing my mouth to his. My teeth latching onto his bottom lip as I attempted to rid myself of the residual buzzing of energy that pulsated within.
He froze for a single instant until one of his hands went to my waist, the other gripped my jaw. He fought for control, but I didn’t allow him, sinking my teeth further into him, drawing blood. My tongue lashed across the wound before I forced it into his mouth. Made him taste his own pain.
I wanted him to suffer.
I wanted him to feel good.
I wanted him to makemefeel good.
I wanted to use him.
Reaching between us, I forced his pants down before I hopped up onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He growled loudly into my ear before lining up and pushing me down onto his cock. I rocked into it, and he nearly lost his balance, tumbling back into several hangers of clothes. The items fell to the ground with a loud crash, but I didn’t care.
“I hate you!” I screamed in his face. “I hate this country!”
Griffin’s eyes narrowed as he snarled back at me. “Do you think I don’t hate myself, little girl? That I don’t despise it here?” And then he was snapping and rolling his hips, his cock pushing into me hard and quick.
The pain was edged with a sense of relief. I could focus my anger on him in this instance. I could let all of the suffering leave me through this. A conduit.
This could be the agony I focused on, not every other piece that threatened to drown me.
My nails dug into his back, hard enough to draw blood and my mouth found his neck. I bit down, my teeth offering no pleasure as I attempted to consume him. To be the wild animal this place had made me.
He roared his frustration as his knees buckled, this time he fell back against another wall, knocking off heavy coats and then he was throwing me onto them, his cock leaving me too quick.
I swallowed the copper in my throat, wiping the blood from my face as I stared up at him.
I expected Griffin’s anger, but instead all I found was a deep unsettling interest. An obsession that danced to life in his irises. “You will be my fucking wife!” And then he was on me, sliding back into my sore cunt, pounding deep and hard into it as he balanced on his elbows above me. His hair falling forward and mimicking a broken crown as he continued his rampage on me.
Perhaps it was my already sensitive body, or maybe it was the insanity of this moment, but it wasn’t long before I was shaking and writhing under him. Before I was mewling and moaning and groaning.
Before I was begging him to stop. Begging him to continue. Begging him to go again.
“Fuck!” The shout was sharp, directly in my ear.
A burst of noise that broke through my mindlessness.
And then he was falling on top of me, not gently, not careful to hold his weight. He was giving me all of him, he wasn’t holding back.
And in this singular instance, I realized something about Griffin.
He had told me from the very beginning what he wanted. He had made it clear.
I just hadn’t listened to him.
He wanted…
Me.
Chapter 31
History Always Repeats Itself
Griffin
Just Over Four Years Ago – Catastro Sea – Off the Coast of Violencia
