“What do you…want to do?” she asks daringly. Her innocence is gonna get her in deep shit if she doesn’t cut the nonsense. The reality is she would run for the hills if she knew how deep my insanity goes. Gone this far, might as well humor her. Worst case, I suppose I could tell her it’s all a fuckin’ joke. Something tells me she wouldn’t believe that shit though.
I stalk closer again. She sidesteps me and her butt hits the bed, making her fall onto it.
Her body bounces.
The chain around my neck sways when I lean over her tiny little body. I see the reflection of my eyes in hers.Hallow, vacant, soulless. The complete opposite of hers.
“I wanna force those flimsy clothes from your skin and lock you away and use you. Wanna engrave my name so deep in your skin no one else will want you. Mark what’s
mine. Use your blood to paint that precious, virgin skin. I wanna lose myself in your taste, your blood, your cum. I wanna watch you struggle until you cry and fuckin’ beg me to stop. I’ll never stop. I don’t care, I fuckin’ want you. I’ll feed off your pain and tears.”
I close the distance, encroaching until she’s the only reality I see. Her hot breath quickens against my mouth. Her expression is unreadable, but I can feel her fear; I feed off it. It’s a matter of time before she tries to run from me. Not gonna let her. She stepped into a den of vipers, and she’s about to get bit.
“You won’t kill me. You would never hurt me,” she whispers, so certain of her words.
She shakes her head so quickly her scented shampoo slaps me in the face.
Not so sure I wouldn’t. My unstable chaos invades my psyche unless I medicate. “Don’t know,” I tell her honestly. My eyes drop down to her plush lips, and I think about
biting them and sucking the blood from her wound.
The room goes silent. She makes no move to leave, and I’m on the verge of losing it. “Fuck me,” she breathes.
What the fuck did she just say? My brain seizes. My demons stir, and so does my cock. It’s not just pulsing painfully in my jeans, it wants inside her. Needs inside her warmth.
“What the fuck?” I say under my breath. Does she think I’m kidding? Instead of waiting to find out, I snatch her by her neck and force her to her feet. I give her no option to take back her words. My lips dance over the shell of her ear. I slip into a state of entropy. My voice levels into a glassy, detached curiosity.
“You want to be broken, songbird?” I keep a tight grip on her neck as my thumb grazes over her pulsing veins. My lips slam against hersin a hungering, possessive kiss. She sputters and whimpers against my hold. “Then let me break you.” My voice vibrates in my throat as I offer a rough, breathy groan against her lips.
I force her against the wall, my body slamming into hers so we’re smashed together.
Her face turns a beautiful shade of blue, and her nails score my chest at a desperate attempt to regain oxygen. My cock demands release from my jeans at her pain and suffering. My hands shake violently.
I release her forcefully. She wastes no time trying to escape the monster. Her hands scratch and fight against my forearms and chest. She tries to overpower me, but I slam her wrists against the yellow nicotine-stained wallpaper. “You asked for it. I don’t do gentle. No mercy. You asked for this,” I growl deeply, reminding her this is exactly what she begged me for. Just like I told her, I wouldn’t fuck her until she begs. Knew she would. Despite her fear, she revels in the unknown just as I bask in her terror-filled cries.
Tears form in the corners of her eyes. To her, this is a nightmare; for me, this is a fuckin’ dream.
I fight the urge to cut her skin. Instead, my teeth pierce the delicate flesh of her neck until I taste that copper tang I crave. She roars in agony. I relish in it.
My body turns savage. The faint outlines of Jax’s bites are still present. I replace them with my own, making sure she knows exactly who’s going to own her.
Her body arches as she tries to wiggle from my grasp. Fuckin’ unless. I’m overtaken by pure unbridled pleasure and sick delight totake.
“Zain!” she screams. Not sure if it’s a plea to stop or an expression of pleasure. Don’t care. I won’t stop.
I rip at her flimsy leggings, wrenching them down her long legs. Instantly, I’m hit with the smell of her cunt. The air suddenly smells likeher and only her. I feel like a wild, untamed animal, and I lack control. Something I’m not used to. Gotta have her to myself.
I use one hand to keep her locked in place by her wrist while the other hand fights with my zipper. My jeans drop to my thighs. My cock is ready to burst from my boxers. I rip at her soaked lace panties until they break free. I toss them with my other pile of mementos I’ve stolen from her.Fitting.
I unleash my member from my boxers; it slaps against my tattooed, scarred stomach. Her eyes widen, and she cries out in unintelligible tears when she sees I’m pierced.This is for you, songbird. Pre-cum pools at the tip, weeping at my pent-up desires.
“This is gonna hurt, songbird,” I warn her in a deep, husky voice.
Folie à deux. Madness for two. It’s more than attraction; it’s an all-igniting pull. I am losing grip on myself, on reality. I’m drawn to the vicious insanity. I want to willingly step into the darkness with him. Does that make me crazy?
I think I’ve fallen for the monster. All reason has gone out the window. This magnetic pull is intoxicating. It’s the same feeling you get after eating a bar of chocolate or riding a roller coaster. I can’t get enough. My thoughts are consumed by him—so much so I’m playing into his sick game, letting him have me even though this will lead to nothing but an unhealthy obsession.
My body trembles against his powerful, punishing hold. I analyze every inch of him. He’s pierced and way bigger than my body can handle. It excites me. How can someone so dangerous ignite a flame so deeply within me and feel so right, I don’t understand. I’m stuck somewhere between shame and delight.
