She passes out quicker than expected from the molly and sedative mix. I wanted her coherent and awake when I branded her, but beggars can’t be choosers. She’ll find it soon enough the moment she wakes from her drug-induced coma. I’ve got her right where I need her. Knew she would crawl to me,beg me. Quicker than I expected too. Though what I wasn’t expecting was how ravenous my demons are for her.
She’s more addictive than anything I’ve ever experienced. I want to drain all the goodness from her until she’s nothing but a lifeless shell. Drinking in every bit of her innocence. The damage has begun, and she’s already getting sucked into my madness.
Her listless body lies naked on my bed. One thing I’m fuckin’ grateful for is how long she’s been out. Gives me plenty of time to take a few pictures for mementos. Our blood mixed together on her body and inside her swollen pussy. Can’t get any closer than that. She looks like a morbid painting. As far as women go, she’s beautiful, I’ll give her that. Must be why she quiets my inner psyche when I fuck her. Her cherry lips are still painted in my blood. I inspect her thigh where I leave my mark. It’s red and angry.
The initials ZL are carved into her inner thigh. Branded. Owned. Property.
This knife has seen its fair share of human flesh, but by far hers is the sweetest it’s encountered. Fresh blood still beads down her thigh and onto my bedsheets. I wanna taste. I inhale. Blood, sweat, and sex permeate the room and hijack my senses. Gotta taste her again.
Knowing she’s still knocked out, I get to my knees between her spread thighs. I use both hands and part her dripping pussy lips. Our fluids mixed together makes the
most intoxicating aroma. When I finished inside of her, I knew she would be pissed. Didn’t give a fuck though. Still don’t. Doubt she’ll notice considering she’s passed out. I lap up her seam and let the taste of our sin settle on my tongue, engulfing my senses.
Her head lolls to the side, and I smirk.Good girl, stay asleep. Let me enjoy the spoils of my success. Her arousal coats my tongue, and it’s tinged with my salty cum. It sends me into a momentary frenzy. I bite her clit and slide my fingers inside of her tight, warm cunt as I feast. She lets out a soft moan—even comatose she reacts to me—and I swirl them around, jamming them far up into her depths.
Would be the icing on the cake to have knocked her up when I lay her at her parents’ feet, to show them how I’ve defiled their precious daughter. Not sure I want a fucked-up spawn running around. Lucky for me she’s on the shot, though it’s tempting to carry out the idea.
Her pussy is tender and swollen from the abuse. When she wakes from her drugged slumber, she will undoubtedly be livid at my branding. Couldn’t help myself. You dangle a worm in front of a fish, it’s gonna bite. Don’t tempt fate if you cannot handle the ramifications.
After I finish with her, I leave her strung out on the bed. A better man would clean her up and take her home. I’m not a better man. Her words echo in the caverns of my mind. Her offer to bring me home to daddy.She’s making this plan too simple, though I’m not ready to carry shit out yet. She’s not brought down far enough for the shock factor.
I go over the timeliness again and again, delving into my mind to ensure I stay on track.
When her listless body starts to slowly stir and her green eyes flutter open, they’re bloodshot and veiny from the drugs. Her tolerance is shit, I knew it would be. She opens her mouth and slaps her lips together. She’s probably thirsty. That shit gives the worst cotton mouth if you’re a lightweight.
I sit across from her in a small office chair that I stole from Kieran’s room. It creaks as I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. I dissect her, curiosity filtering through me on how she’s gonna react. Fear? Anger?
She’s groggy and unsteady as she sits up. She grabs furiously at my stained comforter to cover her used body from me. It amuses me. I titter. “Well, look who’s finally awake.” I toss a water bottle her direction. It lands next to her on the mattress. She looks at it with uncertainty.
I snigger. “If I wanted to drug you again, I’d tell you,” I say simply. She must accept that answer because she opens it and downs it in three gulps. The water beads on her cherry lips, and I imagine thrusting my cock between them.
She winces as she scoots forward, her body getting tangled in my sheet. A smile curls on my lips. She looks down between her thighs and unease flickers over her features.There it is…
Yes, I marked you.
A shattering scream wrecks my room from her vocal cords. “What the fuck did you do, Zain?” She curls into a tight ball on my bed.
I shrug callously, “I tattooed you.”
Her face is furious and etched in disbelief. Does she not know me by now? My indifference does little to help the situation. What can I say? I am who I am.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” she bellows, springing off the bed. She drags my blanket with her, tripping on it as she struts over to the closet and pillages my wardrobe. She rips one of my T-shirts off the hanger, snapping the hanger in half with her indignance.
She slips it over her nude body, and it instantly makes me simmer. She’s taking my favorite toy from me,herself.
I lean back in the chair and stretch, shirtless. Her vengeful eyes wander over to my scars again. “Eyes are up here, songbird.”
Even when she’s furious with me and I continue to take and take, thoughts of me swirl around in her mind. I’ve penetrated so deep in her psyche. Soon she will lack the restraint to stay away entirely. She purses her pouty lips.
“I wasn’t—”
“Weren’t you?” I muse.
Fuck, I enjoy toying with her.
Her shoulders sag in defeat. So easily broken and manipulated. She has no fight; her parents made her an obedient, submissive little dove. The thought of that pisses me off, and I don’t know why. Her meek nature has made her an easy solution to my problem, so why the fuck does her timidness irritate me?
Her small voice echoes through the room. “Why did you mark my skin?” She looks up at me with those long lashes and jet-black hair.
