“Don’t cry for me now,Steven. I don’t need your tears.”
I released his chin, flinging his head back, and started pacing the room. Niko came up beside me, and I felt his hand press into the small of my back. When I turned around, he was holding out his knife, the way it glinted in the light sending a chill down my spine. There was a softness in his eyes, like he was letting me know he understood my pain.
We didn’t speak as I took it from his hand, my body shivering with anticipation. I turned back to my father and his eyes widened when he saw the knife. The smell of urine filled the air as I stepped toward him.
“No, please,” he begged. “I-I-I’ll make it up to you! I swear!”
“It’s a little too late for that,Dad.”
He shuffled backward and tried to stand, but before he could, Niko was on him, pushing him back down to the floor. Niko lifted his foot and then slammed it down onto my father’s knee. Bone cracked, the sound of his agonized cries echoing in the room. I smiled down at him as I watched him writhe in pain, the monster in me rising to the surface.
I knelt beside him and ran my fingers along his cheek. His skin felt warm and clammy as sweat beaded along his forehead.
“I’m s-s-s-s-s-orry,” he stuttered.
“Sorry doesn’t fix anything,” I whispered before plunging the knife into his stomach.
He let out a strangled sob as I pulled it free, then stabbed it back into him again.
For the first time in my life, I let the darkness creep in and take me, feeling everything I’d ever tried to hold back. All the anger, the pain, the disappointment fell off me in waves, slithering its way into my hands as I plunged the knife into my father repeatedly.
Blood pooled beneath me, creating a large puddle, my knees sliding across the floor as I gave into the rage. With a feral scream, I let my monster free. I gave it all to him, the man who was partially responsible for it all, until my hand cramped and my chest ached, until tears spilled down my cheeks and obscured my vision. I watched as his blood continued to spill, spreading across the floor to meet the cream colored rug beneath the coffee table.
My chest heaved as adrenaline rushed through me, and I felt the warmth of Niko’s body beside me. I turned to him, seeing that dark glint in his eyes, and pressed my mouth against his. Arousal pooled in my core, and I fell back as Niko grabbed my waist. His hand slid down, his fingers grazing my sensitive clit, and I gasped at the sensation.
I reached up and undid his pants, sliding my hand down to meet his erect cock. He slipped two fingers inside my entrance, my back arching as he pumped into me. He pushed me back against the floor and removed my pants, gazing down at me with lust-filled eyes. My heart raced as he undressed, the length of his cock springing free. He grabbed the knife from the floor and cut off my shirt to reveal the hardened peaks of my nipples.
He leaned down and pressed into me, our bodies sliding across the floor in the growing pool of blood. His fingers teased my entrance, the need to have him inside me rising with every touch.
"What do you want, Lila?" he asked, grazing his thumb along my swollen clit.
Only days ago, that question had filled me with dread, the answer never seeming quite so clear. Now, I answered without hesitation, feeling a tingling sensation spread through my body.
“You, Niko,” I whispered. “I want you. I want your darkness, your pain, your love. I want it all.”
In one violent thrust, he entered me, a broken scream tearing from my lungs as sparks ignited across my skin. Our bodies melted together, a knowing look passing between us, as we gave in to our carnal desires. His thrusts were brutal and unforgiving, his fingers digging into the flesh of my neck as he held me down.
I whimpered as he pulled out, flipping me onto my stomach. The metallic scent of blood filled my nose as my face pressed against the soaked floor. He grabbed the knife from beside my head, pressing it hard against the skin of my back. With a savage thrust, he fucked into me again, the knife gliding across my skin in shaky movements. White spots filled my vision as I climaxed, the pain of the cuts he was creating pushing me over the edge.
He dropped the knife beside us and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing it tightly.
“Now everyone will know you—”thrust“belong—”thrust“to me.”
He pounded into me ruthlessly, my body sliding across the blood-soaked floor with each thrust. My fingernails bent as I dug them into the floor, and I peered over to where my father’s body lay, his eyes hollow and devoid of life. His mouth was agape, stuck in a silent scream. Niko’s hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply. I gazed into my father’s dead eyes, and another orgasm hit, sending me into a bliss-filled haze.
His arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer into him, his cock sliding further into me. I moaned as he slowed his pace, the feel of his lips against my shoulder sending a shiver down my spine.
I whimpered as he pulled out, the tip of his cock resting against my entrance. I squirmed underneath him, needing to feel him inside me. He chuckled darkly, and I peered up at him, seeing blood smeared across his cheek and lips.
“Please,” I begged, rubbing against him.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me, please,” I panted. “I need you inside me.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as he slammed back into me.
Instantly, my walls clenched around him, my orgasm hitting as waves of pleasure rolled through my stomach. His pace was merciless, ripping an animalistic cry from my throat. I met each thrust with my hips, riding the wave of euphoria that seemed to never end.
