Our mouths crush together, a frantic entanglement of shared pain and volatile anger and heightened fear, all outweighed by the need for each other. A feeling, a fate,our stormwe had no chance of outrunning.
I close my teeth around her bottom lip, tugging it back into my mouth. She moans, her hands sliding up my neck, fisting my hair, wrapping the strands around her knuckles.
She pulls back, presses her forehead to mine, sinks her teeth into her swollen bottom lip, closing her eyes softly. Our breaths are frantic, my chest rising and falling faster than I’ve ever felt before, hers matching the pace.
“This time…” She swallows, and I press my thumb to her bottom lip, fingers tightening around her jaw. She closes her eyes at my touch, savors it, though only for a short moment. “This time,” she repeats, opening her eyes, touching them to mine. Her hand wraps around my wrist, something slick and warm between us, and when I chance a glance, I see that the blood from the cuts at her palm has painted my forearm in bright red streaks.
She lifts her chin, guides my palm down her throat, over her sternum, smoothing past her waist until she settles me beneath the hem of her hoodie.
My knuckles graze against her lower stomach and she shivers, though she doesn’t stop her trail, shifting her hips and settling my hand between her legs.
I suck on my front teeth, squeeze my eyes closed.
Laiken Campbell is the only girl that can remind me just how strong and weak I can be.
My entire body is hot with the need for her, a tingling right at the base of my spine, my dick aching in an unfamiliar, violent way. She shivers again, her breath catching when I slide my knuckles around her clit, pinching her.
I push my lips against hers, tightening my knuckles before pressing my palm flat, cupping her perfect pussy, pinning her harder against the wall.
She pulls back, licks her lips, her fist tugging at my hair. “This time, Chase, when you hurt me, at least make it feel good.”
I shove her soaked panties to the side and slide a finger through her slit, circling her clit. She gasps, follows it with a moan, her throat arching, her back too, pushing her chest into me. I bring my hand back to her throat, return my forehead against hers and my breath is heavy over her mouth when I rasp, “I’m going to make you cry. You sure you really want that?”
I wasn’t sure I meant now, or later, or two years from now, but I still said it.
She bites her bottom lip, a bead of blood rising to the surface. She licks it away, a dare forking through her eyes. Laiken’s fingers reach for my jeans, she tugs at them, popping the button and releasing the zipper. Another drop of blood flourishes on her bottom lip, following the last, and she smears it across my jaw in a whisper, “You already have, Chase Keller.”
That hurt; and I deserved it.
My heart is racing, dick throbbing painfully when I reach behind me for the top of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head when Laiken uses her hands, then her feet to shove down my jeans, along with my boxers.
She sucks on her bottom lip, her eyes taking in my aching cock, then she reaches for me, wraps her trembling fingers around the base. Her teeth are chattering now. She doesn’t look scared, but I don’t miss the way she looks almost nervous. She shifts her hips, places me right where she needs me, and I can already feel her pulsing against me.
My hand tightens on her throat, my mouth resting on her jaw. I press the tip of my cock to her harder, feeling just how wet she is, just how fucking ready and needy she is for me, and I fight every goddamn demon not to bury myself inside her when she whispers, “End me.”
I keep my hand on her throat, the other around her waist, then I press against her, just until she’s got my tip, and I match the way she shivers, burying myself a little further but she’s so fucking tight it almost hurts.
“You really mean it? What you said about loving me?” I groan, ready to snap.
Laiken bites her lip harder, closing her eyes on a whimper. “Just as much as I hate you.”
“Till the day you die, right?”
Her voice catches in her throat. “Y-y-yes.”
“Good.” I drive myself into her completely and the sound that leaves her is a mix between a gasp and a scream, and when I drag myself almost all the way out to slam myself back in, I catch a glistening smear of fresh, bright red blood wrapped around the length of my cock.
My spine tightens, my legs turn numb.
“Laiken.” My voice trembles. I can’t move, I’m paralyzed.
What. The. Fuck.
Tears well to her eyes.
She holds me against her, her legs wrapped around me, her pelvis angling upward, begging for me to take all of her, to bury myself inside her.
Her eyes are locked on mine, nothing but a vicious thread pulling across her terrified gaze.
