As soon as they collide, I push him back, straddling him. When I sit back, he rises, never breaking the kiss, his hands firm and possessive.
Two chains dangle from the ceiling, their cold metal glinting in the dim light, tempting the darkness in us both and without a word, Wrath forces my arms up, locking each shackle around my wrists.
His hands move slowly down my arms when he’s finished, admiring me, and when I elevate my hips, he lifts his hard cock, offering me to sit on it.
I slip onto him, his thick girth pressing against my sore walls and a groan escapes me from the pain and pleasure. As soon as I start bouncing on his big, pierced dick, taking every inch, Wrath’s mouth and teeth latch onto my nipples, his hands squeezing my ass, making me slam down onto him with every thrust.
My moans grow louder, more frantic, my body arching with every pull and plunge as my climax nears.
But then, without warning, the door swings open.
I freeze, my breath caught in my throat, a scream tearing from my lips as I try to hide, but the chains restrict me from moving, my wrists burning as I strain against the shackles.
Wrath de-latches from my tit as I turn my head, heart pounding in my chest, only to see Hellion standing in the doorway, his presence worse than any threat, and his cold gaze doesn’t waver.
Wrath just stares at him, and Hell stares back, not really noticing me, or not wanting to.
“Wrath, fucking hide me!”
His blood-red eyes calmly meet mine, as if this is all normal to him before he suddenly presses his hands over each of my tits and squeezes harshly. I can’t hold back the gasp that leaves me, my pussy squeezing around his cock and he growls in response.
Hell clears his throat, looking away now, and it pulls me back to reality.
“What. The. Fuck,” he says, each word slow, his gaze fixed on the floor, his surprise clear.
“No offence, Hell. But can we have some fucking privacy. I’m kind of riding his dick right now,” I pant out breathlessly.
“No fucking way,” Noir says, clearly hearing my voice before she comes into view.
Her shocked blue eyes dart between me and Wrath, her jaw hanging open.
“Noir! Get out!” I hiss, wondering why they’re not getting the hint.
They both back away, closing the door, Hell looking anywhere but us, and Noir unable to tear her gaze away.
When they’re gone, we look at each other, and I burst out laughing, my head thrown back.
He stays silent, just watching me. As I lift my head, a smile remains on my face, and I realize he’s gonna stay his usual, blank, quiet self for everyone else, but for me? He’ll tell me whatever I need to hear. Whether that’s him being… nice, his way, or threatening with his taunting, filthy words.
And that makes me feel kind of… special.
After getting dressed, I leave The Hollows trailer, striding behind Noir. I notice the angry carved swirls in the backs of her thigh, wearing them proudly while she has a short black dress on, but I don’t say anything. It makes me realize, hers and Hell’s relationship is as toxic as mine and Wrath’s. And it’s bizarrely our kind of normal now.
I don’t know why I’m following her, probably because I haven’t seen her much. I need a shower. I’m a mess. But luckily, Wrath gave me one of his hoodies which drowns me in fabric to hide all the cuts and bruises.
“How was your time away?” I ask, and she slows down.
“Yeah, good. I’m tired. It was fucking crazy, but I’m glad to be home. We went to this horror rave called Havoc and Carnage first, and my god… it was insane.”
I nod as we walk side by side, walking toward the woods.
“Soooo… You and Wrath?”
“Me and Wrath,” I repeat without hesitation.
“How did that happen?”
I blow out a big breath as I think about the absolute chaos it’s been nonstop.
