“Jesus, Cass.” The use of my nickname gives me hope. Maybe he’s coming back to me. Maybe his barely restrained rage is not a mask after all. “Gonna come,” he grits out as if it pains him to admit it.
On another deep thrust, he expands inside me, and warmth coats my inner walls. I want to revel in the fact that I gave him such pleasure, but the grip on my hip is bruising, and the tightening of his fingers tells me he isn’t finished, that the crescendo is yet to come.
I close my eyes, waiting for it to happen, and when he slides out of me, I squeeze my eyes closed tighter. He removes his hand from my face, and the relief is instant, allowing me to breathe easier. His heavy breaths fill the room, and I lie in wait for his command. Without speaking a word, he repositions over the top of my ass and guides his slick cock up and down my asshole, and I can’t help but clench my cheeks together.
“You gonna make it difficult, Little Demon?” He chuckles sinisterly.
“No,” I quip back, and he slaps my ass hard.
“Then fuckin’ relax and let me take it.” His blunt demands are followed by another sharp slap to my ass. “Drives me fuckin’ wild that someone took some of your firsts from me. This hole is mine first.”
The anguish in his tone has me relaxing, and I bite my bottom lip to disguise the cry lodged in my throat. He can’t truly know the enormity behind them, but still, they hurt. He continues to slide the thick head of his cock up and down my hole, and I fight against the need to stiffen.
“You’re nice and wet with my cum, Little Demon. Gonna shove it deep inside your ass as well as your little cunt.”
His filthy words should disgust me, but I crave them and find myself pushing back, eager for more, eager to block out the turmoil from him wanting me so badly.
“Fuck, you want me to ride your tight, little hole.” He groans as the engorged head of his thick cock stretches me. “Relax, let me in.”
I reach out to grip the bedsheets.
“Fuck, it’s good.” The awe in his tone when he pushes another inch inside helps me ignore the burning sensation I feel with the stretch of his cock forcing my hole wider.
“Fuck, it looks so damn good, Cass. Your little asshole stretched open with my big cock.” He smooths a hand over my back, and I melt into his touch. “Yes, baby,” he pants out heavily.
The warmth of his caress and the softness of his voice send a rush of wetness between my legs, and the feeling of being full has me panting. “Oh, Jesus.”
“Holy shit, need to move. Need to fuck you so damn hard.” His fingers bite into my flesh.
Then he withdraws almost all the way out, causing meto wince, and he slams back inside me so hard a whoosh of air leaves my lungs and I cry out. “Oh god!”
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up and let me take it.” His hips pump as if they work of their own accord. Then he leans down to my ear, and the scent of alcohol flows over my face. “Don’t want you waking Noah, baby.” His rough actions are a contrast to his tender words. The fact he wants to punish me but protect Noah sends a flurry of happiness coupled with hurt through my body.
At least he’s proving to have some control while delivering this darkness, and it’s this that has me complying, giving myself to him willingly.
I push my face into the sheets and listen to the methodical sounds of his pants, grunts, and groans. Instead of becoming lost in my mind, I take comfort from his actions. The ache in my core intensifies with each brutal thrust.
“Jesus,” I pant out, and push back into him.
He slaps my ass, and the sting is euphoric. “Fuck. Fuck, baby.” Holding himself deep inside me, he stills, and I know the moment his orgasm has ebbed because I feel the change in him.
When he pulls out, I bite into the sheet to stop the pain of his oncoming rejection from lancing through me. My heart pounds against my chest, and I hate that I miss his warmth. I will myself not to cry. Not over this.
An almighty roar erupts from him, and I turn just in time to watch him clear my few belongings off the dresser.
His spent cock is tucked away, his chest heaves, and when he turns to face me, his eyes are deadly. “I can’t keep doing this, Cass.” There’s an anguish behind them I want to diminish. “I want to hurt you so fuckin’ bad,” hebellows, and tugs on his hair. The action makes him appear deranged as he paces the room.
A sob catches in my chest. I know how much he wants to hurt me, and I want him to. I want him to take away the pain, mine and his, and if that means using me to do it, then so be it.
“Do you hear me?” His voice gets louder, gaining momentum at my silence. “I need fuckin’ answers.” He stabs his chest with his finger, and I want to tell him I don’t have them, but I know he won’t believe me. My response will only anger him further.
“You’re hiding shit from me.” His tone is pained. “You told me Gavin was a nobody. That you never slept with him.” Hurt flashes in his eyes before it’s quickly replaced with anger. “He’s Noah’s father.”
I flinch, realizing he’s been digging into my private life. Gavin assured me those records would be difficult to find, yet somehow, he found them. What else can he uncover? I pull the sheets up to my chin, clinging to them as if they’re going to protect me from his words.
“You’re a liar, Cassidy. A fuckin’ liar!” His chest heaves, his nostrils flare, and the vein at the side of his neck pulsates. “A goddamn liar!”
“I’m not. I swear I’m not,” I mumble and shake my head, but it’s futile. He’s too far gone. A desperate need to bring back the Killa I know overtakes me, and I sit up and let the sheet slip from me. “Killa, please listen. I-I… I’m not lying.”
