His tight abs contract with every panting breath he releases, and I stare at the gash I’d sewn up with my own hands. For what? For a lifetime of this, what he’s doing to me right now?
You did the right thing, the darkness caresses in my ear.
I have no idea how that could be true. Not after it first told me to let him die. I should have listened to that. I shouldn’t have done a fucking thing for this despicable man.
I continue to watch him, the lust building in his green eyes, blowing his pupils wide as he stares at me. His tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, his snakebite glistening. I’m momentarily frozen at the sight as an unbidden heat surfaces in my belly. If my hatred for this man wasn’t so thick, I could see just how beautiful he is. And the way he’s looking at me, I could dare say he’s thinking the same thing.
An unexpected spark of something hot and desperate has me saying, “Where are you going to come?”
His breath hitches slightly, his fist working the length of his cock in a wild rhythm. “Where do you want me to come, princess?” His voice has dropped, stripped of any venom anddisdain. He’s consumed by lust and pleasure – vulnerable, lost in the moment.
I think I am too, because I say, “Anywhere but my mouth.” I don’t want to taste him, don’t want his cum anywhere inside me, where I can’t wipe him off.
His eyes drop to my parted lips, and I can tell he’s thinking about finishing there just to spite me. But instead, he releases his dick and hauls up to his knees and, to my absolute horror, he yanks my trousers down.
“What are you doing?!” My panic grows again.
“You said anywhere but your mouth. I want to honour my fiancé’s wishes.” He pulls my bottoms off with ease, along with my underwear.
I kick my legs again, the previous moment of ambivalence passing between us obliterated across the room. I didn’t think he’d want to go near my pussy, it didn’t even occur to me. He said it his damn self. When he can’t get control of my legs, his bulging cock swinging in between them as he struggles to grab hold of one, he growls and pushes them both to the side, coming round to my ass and grabs my hips.
He gets hold of them and spins my body. The metal of the cuffs cutting into my skin as they’re twisted around with my contorting body.
I scream. “Caden! Stop, that fucking hurts!”
With his hands still on my hips, he hauls my body up, and I land on my knees. I’m in the same position as the girl just down the hall.
Caden positions himself behind me. I can feel the hot skin of his legs on the outside of mine, caging me in. One hand comes down on my ass cheek in a harsh slap.
I hiss through gritted teeth, fresh tears springing to my eyes from the sting. A pool of burning heat flooding my stomach.
“You know, if you’re a good girl for me, I could even let you come too,” Caden says, and I can feel the tip of his dick prodding my entrance as he starts fisting it again. Every second it pokes me, taunting me. Telling me what he could do with it. If he really wanted to.
The skin on my wrists rips, and the blood trickles down the sizzling skin around it.
“It’s not like I have a choice to not be a good girl right now,” I spit.
He chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right. But you should think how life could be for you if you chose to be good for me.” His dick still pokes at me, his fingers dig hard into my ass.
I surrender to it, knowing there’s absolutely fucking nothing I can do about this.
His pace quickens, and so do his breaths, growing shallow and almost pained.
“Fuck,” he whispers, fingers pressing so hard into my flesh it makes me wince. “This is such a pretty little pussy, Elodie.”
My name on his tongue during this moment, as well as complimenting me, sparks something in me I’m not ready to explore. Whatever it is, it’s hot and it’s scary. It makes my head spin. Doesn’t sound so repulsed with me now, does he?
I remain silent, knowing anything I say will either escalate this situation or prolong it. And I’m not good with either option.
“And it’s mine,” he whispers so quietly I think it’s more to himself than me. “All fucking mine.” He comes a second later, and the crown of his cock nudges just past my entrance, the hot surges of his cum shooting inside me. “Fuck.Yes.” He’s totally enraptured, his voice thick and growly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to open them and be anywhere but here. But all I hear are Caden’s strained groans as wave after wave consumes him. He comes for the longest time and I guess it’s no surprise.
Once he finally finishes, he pulls away, the dip of the mattress telling me he’s sat down.
“Guess we’ve started our journey of becoming parents together. Then you’ll never be able to get rid of me,” he says, venom swimming back into his voice.
“You get me pregnant and I’ll fucking kill myself. No kid deserves to have a father like you,” I say through my teeth and tears, full of poison and promise.
