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The lab is quiet when I enter it. Joseph is asleep in a chair at the far end of the room. His feet are kicked up on a box, and one hand is in his hair propping hishead up. The other arm dangles over the side of the armrest handcuffed to a metal pipe running down the wall. The man needs his sleep if he’s going to get this shit right. And I want it perfect.
Quietly, so as not to alert him of my presence, I pull back the curtain to the makeshift bedroom to check on Hazel. She’s out like a light, too, her body curled up in a tight ball. She looks like she’s literally holding herself together. I reach out to touch her, wondering if she’ll relax and melt into my touch like she did last night. I think I’m more curious to see if she’s actually a figment of my imagination, and if she’ll shatter into a million pieces along with my dreams.
I’m not stupid enough to believe that she cares for me after what I’ve done to her. It’s either stay and live or attempt to leave and die. I don’t care if she loves me or not. I want what she does for me. Eventually, she’ll be loyal to me, and that’s almost the same thing as love. My bloodstained fingers hover above her shoulder, and I stop short from making contact with her silky skin. Not wanting to touch her while wearing the blood of someone else, I leave her to shower.
One of the things I miss the most, besides good food, are scalding hot showers. I snuck into Dustin’s house this morning before meeting Bobby and took the longest, hottest shower I think I’ve ever taken. It was wonderful. Tossing my clothes outside the curtain, I make quick work under the lukewarm spray, ridding myself of the blood, sweat, and dirt on my body. I exit the bathroom and grab a towel off the counter, kicking my clothes toward the laundry bag so that Dustin can wash them during his next trip in town. Joseph remains asleep as I toweloff and walk toward the table with the samples from yesterday. I don’t have to do anything tomorrow, and I’m sure Bobby would like to be left the fuck alone after what he witnessed today.
I watch Joseph as I fill two syringes just shy of the correct dosage of whatever this shit is he made, hoping that decreasing it eases the sickness in the beginning of the high. I miss getting fucked up, and I want to let loose and tangle myself with Hazel. Strolling over to the curtain, I slip between the gap and stop at the foot of the cot.
Hazel’s lids open a sliver and attempt to focus on me. I step to the side of the bed and lay the needles down on the chair that was my bed last night. Her eyes don’t leave mine as I sit on the edge of the cot and run my hand down her arm. She smiles slightly as she curls around me and lays her head on my leg. I run my fingers through her sweat-damp hair and enjoy the silence and the feel of her cuddled up to me.
“Hazel,” I whisper.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, rubbing her cheek against my thigh.
My towel begins to rise next to her face from the vibrations of her mouth and the feel of her moving next to my dick. I want her wrapped around me. I want to be inside of her. I want to forget about everything right now. My hand slips beneath the waistband of her sweats and between her legs. As my finger moves along her slit, her legs drop open for me. I slide my finger inside her, and shehums.
“I want to make you feel good,” I tell her as I move my finger in and out of her wet cunt. “Will you let me?”
Her head barely moves, and I lean down and lightly kiss her lips. I shift on the bed and begin to undress her. She doesn’t fight me, and even helps a little which surprises me. Once she’s naked before me, I grab my belt from the floor and wrap it around her arm and shoot the drug into her vein. Her lids flutter but remain open as she goes limp on the cot. It must have been a perfect dose.
I wrap the belt around my arm and grab the other needle. Dropping the towel, I climb in bed next to her and pull the blanket up over us. I line up the needle and push it into my vein. It burns like acid when I slowly push the drug into my body. I toss the needle and belt onto the floor. As the drug begins to take effect, I curl myself around Hazel and pull her tightly against me. Within seconds, my arms and legs begin to tingle and my dick throbs against Hazel’s ass.
I don’t know how long we laid there petting one another, but eventually, the tingles fade into something I can’t describe. The need to have something constantly caressing my skin had our sensual, gentle touches turn into crazed mauling. We are everywhere at once. Her mouth on mine. My mouth on her breasts, and the texture of my teeth marks make me need more. Hazel moans as my tongue probes between her thighs. Her scream as I sink my teeth into her thigh then plunge deep inside her as we’re twisted around one another. I almost can’t control myself when her cunt squeezes around my dick and herorgasm drowns my balls in her wetness.
Her teeth scrape my shoulder making me quiver before she bites down, eliciting a pleasurable pain to shoot through my body. I grip her tighter and grind my pelvis against her before pounding into her wet heat. Her head jerks back, pulling my skin from between her teeth.
Her lips are swollen and red with traces of my blood on them. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and reminds me of when I wore her blood. This is what makes my mind slow down; being with her like this. I had no idea that letting her inflict harm on me would feel just as good. I lick the coppery redness from her mouth and move my head to the other side, pushing her face into the curve of my neck. She licks along it and bites down again.
“Harder,” I growl as I push on the back of her head. Hazel digs in deep and grinds her hips against me. “Fuck!” I shout as she lets go. My lips find hers and my tongue plunges into her mouth, keeping up with the furious pace of my dick. “I love your cunt.” I whisper against her mouth as I lick the last of the blood from her lips. “I love fucking you.”
Her lips slightly pull up, and she sighs every time my dick slides inside her. “I love you, too,” she says, as she tightens around me on the verge of coming again.
My movements falter as her silver gaze meets mine. Dreams of having this with her forever trickle into my mind and set my heart at a quicker pace. Her loyalty would be better, because that’s harder to break, but I’llstart with her love. I can make her believe that what I feel is love. If I have her loyalty, she’ll take it and be content. People survive together with much less.
“I will give you everything you want and more,” I tell her as I begin moving at a furious pace. “It’ll be perfect. Be what I need you to be, and we’ll be perfect together. You’ll see, Hazel.”
Her core painfully tightens around me, and she screams her release—the sound echoing in the small confines of the lab back to my ears.“Cash.”
I pull back and stare down at a face that is lost in orgasmic bliss. This whole time she thought she was with that fucking bastard. The way his name fell from her lips felt like a kick to my nuts, and my ego doesn’t take it lightly. Anger twists my insides, making me feel like I could break her in two. I’m going to have to do something drastic to get my message through to Hazel, loud and clear. Her and Cash will never be. She’ll understand that when I make her watch me kill him. When I make her stare him in the eyes as he dies. That will fucking break her, and make her realize where she belongs.
My hand lashes out and grips her neck. The fragile bones in her throat threaten to cave to my strength. Her lids pop open as I lower my face to hers and give her a good look at who’s been fucking her all this time. Those beautiful lips that were covered in my blood tremble under the pressure I’m exerting. My tongue snakes out to taste her mouth before Ipull back to stare into her tear-filled eyes.
“Do I need to remind you who I am, lover?”
She tries to shake her head but can barely move it. I loosen my hold, and she greedily sucks in air. Her lids squeeze shut as her chest heaves, brushing her breasts against me. My dick jerks inside of her, reminding me we aren’t finished yet. I pull out and slam into her as hard as I can, and she turns her head away from me.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” I yell at her. Hazel turns her lifeless stare back to mine. “Whose dick have you been coming all over? Who am I?”
Tears roll down the sides of her face as she silently cries. I cup her face and lick at a trail, tasting the salty liquid on my lips and tongue, trying to use them to extinguish my anger. Her eyes were always prettier when she cried. The silver seemed to melt and escape them.
“Say my name, lover,” I command, trying to hide the anger in my voice. “Let me hear it dance off your tongue onto those beautiful lips.”
Her mouth parts, brushing against mine, and her breath blows lightly against my mouth. “Never.”
My eyes snap to hers, and I feel her breath still as dread consumes her. Spots form in my vision as my heart rate increases and pain shoots through my jaw from clenching it so tight.
