My blood turns cold as I feel it drip down my inner thigh. He leans around me as I open my eyes and I’m met with the crook of his neck. His vein stammers underneath his slick flesh and I have to fight all of the urges inside of me that want to lean over and sink my teeth into him until he screams. I feel my wrists loosen from their hold and I twist them as I bring them to the front of me.
He grins, dangling my white panties between us, as they hang on the tip of the blade he just fucking cut me with. Cunt cut me. But before I can think about that, he brings it to his nostrils and inhales deeply, a merciless grin possessing his lips.
“Mine.”
He yanks them off and runs them over my body before shoving me onto my back. I fall backward, my hair spreading out beneath me. I watch as he lowers between my thighs again. But instead of sucking my pussy, he licks up the blood that he made with the knife.
“That sin was brutal. I’m sorry, baby, you know how I get jealous…”
He sucks my thighs until my hips meet air, desperate for friction. He bites down hard, and then bites on my other side, climbing to the area where my thighs meet my pussy. He nibbles, and then leans up. His thick angry cock is pulsing, cum dripping off his tip. Nate tosses the blade across the room and lowers himself on top of me, his cock filling me up to the brim.
I scream in pleasure as another orgasm wracks at my bones from his simple invasion.
I’m so fucked with him.
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, gripping onto my hips and pulling me up until I’m face-down-ass-up. His fingers bite into my hips when he slams into me again, just as I’m riding my second orgasm. He pounds into me, his balls slamming against my clit. Sweat drips off my forehead as he continues his assault, tearing at my insides with every thrust. He spins me back onto my back, throwing me against the headboard.
I groan as my head smashes against the hard marble. My vision blurs, dizzying in and out. He crawls over, yanking me down the bed by the backs of my thighs and sinking inside slowly.
“Your last sin, was blaming yourself.”
He thrusts inside of me, his hand coming to the front of my throat. He squeezes until I wheeze for air. He presses into me again, and again, at a slow torturous pace and only giving me air when I’d tap on his arm.
His mouth comes to mine as his pace slows, his tongue slipping inside.
“Don’t ever do any of that shit again or I won’t release my grip next time.”
He releases my throat just as he grinds against my clit and another orgasm screams out of me, my body jerking, strung-out and battered.
Finally, he pulls out and grips his cock, pumping himself until his hot cum sprays out over my chest and face. He brings his fingers to it and swirls it around, and then lifts it to my mouth.
“Open.”
I do, sucking his salty liquid off the tip of his finger.
Falling back down beside me, he yanks the silk sheets up and pulls me under his arm. Once again too tired to wash his cum off me. My eyes close as he presses small kisses to my head and runs circles with his finger around my thigh.
Tillie
The morning sun pours out from under the dark curtains, along with our prior night’s sins. I go to swing my legs over his bed but flinch when they throb with pain. I lift the blanket and take a peek at the damage. Finger marks, bite marks, and dried blood cover my upper thighs where there’s that lovely little cut. It wasn’t enough to need stitches and the dried blood that set over the incision was enough to stop it from bleeding. How generous of him.
“Oh god.” I shake my head.
We took it to another level last night, one I hadn’t seen in Nate since we first slept together. I forgot how bad he can get. Picking up the first thing I find on the floor—another one of his hoodies—I slip it over my head, letting it fall to my knees. My tummy rumbles, but I promised Nate one night, and one night it was. We have to stay focused to figure out our next move. No point being battered soldiers when the battering is happening from each other, not our enemies.
“Where you goin’.” He wraps his arm around my waist and drags me back into the bed.
“I need to go,” I laugh.
His phone starts ringing on his nightstand. Groaning, he grabs at it aimlessly, pushing it to his ear. “What?” His eyes come to mine. “Really?”
“What?” I mouth, wondering why he’s looking at me like I’m a snack. If I’m his snack, I’ll make sure I’m laced with poison for that lethal sex last night.
“Be there in thirty.” He hangs up and smirks at me. I fight the urge to punch his face because it’s not fair he looks this perfect first thing in the damn morning. “Your car is here. Guess you’ll be riding something else other than my dick from now on.”
I throw a pillow at his face and he bursts out laughing, his straight, white teeth flashing behind his perfect lips.
“Bastard.”
I don’t bother changing, mainly because I don’t have clothes here. Since my innocent panties were the product of how nasty we got last night, I left them there too, as a reminder for him, or if he decides to
