With each thrust of his hips, I imagine it was him who took my virginity. “Fuck, you’re incredible.” His words light a fire inside me, and my eyes flare open, and I can’t help but clench around him with anticipation. The way he’s so unperturbed by me bleeding has a forbidden thrill zipping through me.
“Please,” I moan.
“Fuck yes. You want it, don’t you? You want me to fill you. To take your bare, bloody cunt and fill you. To make you mine.”
Pressure forms with each grind of his perfectly crafted hips.
Harder and harder, he pounds, his heavy pants fill the room, and my insides swell with pride at knowing I’m creating the same feeling for him as he is for me.
“Your bloody cunt is mine, Cass,” he growls. The use of my name instead of little demon sends a flurry of happiness through me. He’s seeing me for me. Not the girl he hates so viciously. “Mine!” he repeats.
I grip the sheets harder, choking on my words, and hang on for dear life. It’s here, I can feel it building. “Oh god. Oh god.”
Warmth floods me. “Fuck!” he groans, and I close my eyes, preparing for the pinnacle of euphoria, but he quickly withdraws his cock and releases the hold on my head like he did in the restroom. I flare my eyes open to witness him jerking the remains of his orgasm over my ass, and ribbons of his hot cum and my blood coat my bare skin as anger flashes through me.
He stopped me from receiving my high.
He stole it from me.
My first orgasm, and he took it away.
The bastard took it from me after getting his.
“You son of a bitch!” I spin to face him, and the light beneath the door allows me to make out his stunned expression. Pushing his chest, I force him to stumble back. His boots hit the floor as he slips off the edge of the bed, and I glare in his direction with steely hatred, unperturbed by the fact he can’t see me.
“You wanted it,” he grunts as he tucks his spent cock away.
“Wanted it? Fucking wanted it?” My voice gets louder, and Killa glances toward the door.
“Keep your fucking voice down,” he snipes out, and I rear back. Is he concerned that I’m going to wake Noah? Surely not. I shake my head.
“You’re just angry I fucked you while you’re bleeding.”
I hear the smile in his tone, and that angers me even more.
“I’m angry you fucked me at all,” I bite back. “And you came inside me, again!” I wave toward my center.
His hand wraps around my throat, then he tugs me toward him, and I comply. Those lips of his are only a breath away, and I will them to touch mine, to tenderlykiss me, like in the romance movies or the novels I’ve read. But of course, they don’t, and why would they? They hate me.
“You let anyone near this cunt…” His thick digits surge inside my swollen pussy until I feel the rings on his fingers. My lips part and my body tenses at his brutality. “I swear to fuck, you’ll regret it. You’re mine, Cass.” Then he withdraws them and forces them past my lips into my mouth. “Suck,” he commands, and just like he said, I suck his fingers, and this close to him, I see his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, with heat radiating from him. And worse? I can taste his cum blended with my blood, and it doesn’t disgust me. No, it turns me on, leaving me needy and desperate for more of his filthy control.
When he slips his fingers from my mouth, we’re both panting, staring into one another’s eyes, stripping each other’s souls bare.
He hates me, but he wishes he didn’t.
He wants me, but he knows he shouldn’t.
“I own every fucking inch of you,” he says, and I fight against the shudder his possessive tone creates.
I wish his words weren’t true. I wish my body didn’t react to his hate-filled obsession with me, but like a deadly inferno, our souls have collided, linking us by brutal force.
“But for how long?” I whisper, hoping he can’t hear the plea in my voice. It’s low, barely audible, but laced in something akin to a begging.
A cruel smirk curls the corner of his lips, and he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. He knows I’m not going to deny him. Whether it be via guilt or redemption, he knows I want him too.
“Until I’m finished with you,” he states, then drops hishand from my throat, releasing me. I fall forward, and when he turns to leave the room, I allow a lone tear to fall.
He’s going to punish me too. Only this time, it’s going to be so much worse.
