Fuckin’ knew it.
“Who the fuck marked you? Who?!” I raise my voice to a deadly octave. Gotta remind her who owns this body.
I can faintly see her lip trembling. I know I’m hurting her but can’t bring myself to give a fuck. She wants to be difficult? I’ll break her that much harder.
Tears stream down her cheeks. “You.”
“That’s fuckin’ right. And you gonna tell me if I reach my hand into your panties I won’t find you fuckin’ soaked for me?”
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to, but I wanna hear the words from her lips. My demons needit.
“Cry for me. Tell me you aren’t soaked for me,” I growl along her jawline more aggressively, forcing her to answer.
Fuck her. Break her. Use her.
My demons are clawing to gain release. They demand sacrifice.
Enjoy the fun while it lasts, Zain.
I’m on the knife’s edge and ready to be inside of her.
She still doesn’t answer, so I cup her cunt through her panties and sure enough, she’s dripping and warm.
“I smell you, Vesper.”
Hot breath fans over my neck. My brain knows this is wrong, but somewhere along the way, wires pinched or short-circuited. No other logical reason would have me on the cusp of orgasm with just his presence. He invades my mind, taking up space I don’t want him to inhabit. Further and further I fall prey to his vicious ways. His hand leaves my thigh, and I feel a sense of melancholy.
Cigarettes and musk fill my senses even in the darkest reaches of my mind. This is unhealthy. Heck, I may even need therapy. I stare into his piercing dead, gray eyes. His dark black curls hang loosely over his face. His body is positioned above me, blanketing me, and no matter how hard I struggle, it’s futile against his large frame.
“You smell fucking delicious,” he rattles against my cheek as he licks my salty tears.
I stay utterly still as he reaches between our bodies. Something shiny reflects against the firelight as he twists it. His switchblade.
“You bleed so beautifully.” His voice is unnerving. A cold attachment is laced in his tone.
He brings it along my hip, dragging the sharpest point, making my skin pinch. Without warning, he drives it in enough to cut, but not maim. I arch forward into him from the dull pain.
“Stop!” I cry out, desperate for him to halt his sick games. He knows my voice lacks conviction. He toys with me the same way a wolf toys with its prey. My tears only fuel his twisted desires.
He slams his free hand over my mouth again. I can taste his salty skin. “Now my little songbird, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way I get what I want.” His voice coats me in desire, andI hate it. I hate how much I love his sick, twisted ways.
He tosses the knife to the floor, making it clatter against the old wooden floor. I can feel the warm blood seep along my skin and onto the silk sheets. His hand slides under the small of my back. He pulls me flush against his abs and pelvis so I can feel his massive bulge. My pussy throbs remembering how he worked me last time. He slithers his hands out from under my back and unzips his jeans, freeing his heavy cock. With a groan of relief once he wrestles it free from his boxers, he yanks me by the hips, sliding me down under him so he can position himself better.
I lay frozen. He’s such a big guy, and I’m so tiny. How we fit, I don’t know. His cock had me unable to walk straight for days after he fucked me last time. Still though, my pussy throbs in anticipation.
He gives a few lazy strokes up his pierced shaft and spits into his hand. As if he needed to, I’m already embarrassingly wet.
“No, Zain,” I say in a feeble attempt to stop this. He wouldn’t rape me, would he? Is it rape if I want it?
“Yes,” he growls, his voice vacant of emotion. He pulls my panties to the side and drills into me with one painful thrust. His hand glides back under me, and a silent cry leaves my lips. It hurts.God, it hurts so good. His barbells rub against my inner walls. My hands shove against his chest. It’s too much. My body can’t take it. He’s going to break me in two.
“Zain, stop! It hurts!” I beg through wet lashes. He pins my wrist against the sheets. A silent warning that he won’t hesitate to hurt me.His eyes are hazy and maniacal. All I can do is lie here and take it.
“Mine to ruin.”
Thrust.
“Mine to fuck.”
