Thrust.
“Fucking say it.”
Another thrust, but so much harder.
They are slow, yet deeper with each strike and it makes it hard for me to answer, because they are not only painful, but they feel so fucking good.
“This is the last time I ask you, Noir and if I don’t hear it, I’m ramming my dick in your fucking ass, and it won’t come out all day.”
Fucking hell. He knows I’m stubborn and that is exactly why he’s doing this. He wants to break me down to be his and his only with confessions voiced, but there is no way that monster cock is staying in my ass all day.
“I’m an obedient little slut for you, Hell.” I grit out with shame.
He slides his tongue slowly up the side of my face with a possessive snarl, his piercing moving across my skin.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He murmurs, his tone carrying his satisfaction at my surrender.
Then, he starts to fuck both my holes again. His grunts and heavy breathing, mix with my cries as he pounds into me in the steepest position.
When we both cave into the pleasure, he slams his cock into me one last time, pushing inside me and holding himself there as he releases. While my body quakes beneath him, he slides his fingers out of my ass and brings his hand to the back of my hair, taking handful, as his other takes my jaw. With his body heavy on mine, he rests his forehead against my cheek, both of us trying to control our erratic breathing.
“I mean it, my Dolly, he pants out. “Get your shit from that trailer, you’re staying with me.”
I stay silent as he continues, “You owe nothing to him. If you really wanted him over me, you wouldn't fucking be here getting fucked this hard by me.” His words are punctuated by a purposeful forceful thrust, and I gasp, my objections dissolving in the heat of the moment.
“He chooses needles over you,” he says his voice a harsh whisper against my ear. “While my only high is you, and I've never felt anything as blissful as your dark fucking ecstasy.”
I freeze, thinking about his words carefully. “What did you just say?” I breathe out completely ignoring how beautiful the second half of his speech was.
He pauses, and awareness hits me. “Get off me, Hell.”
When he doesn't move, I bite my teeth in frustration. “I swear to god, if you don't get the fuck off me, I will never grace your presence again.”
He growls, but finally listens, pushing himself away from me. As soon as he is sitting back on his knees, I turn and sit up, gathering the sheet and wrapping it around myself.
“You gave him that shit, didn't you?” I say, my gaze narrowing. He just raises an eyebrow, expressionless, not denying my accusation. Fury bubbles up inside me, and I begin to get off the bed.
“Asshole,” I spit out.
I stand up, passing him, and search the room for my clothes, but I don't even remember how I got here last night. When I spot one of his black hoodies on a chair, I drop the sheet and quickly slip it over my body, getting ready to leave. Pulling the hood over my head, I turn, but I am startled to see him standing right in front of me, his eyes full of intensity. As he takes a step forward, I stand my ground, not weakening to his intimidation.
“What did you expect me to do, Dolly? Just allow him to keep being around you?”
I glare at him, “I told you to leave it to me, Hell. That was so fucking wrong of you,” I reply, my voice raised.
When I try to pass him to get to the door, he steps in front of me, and I sigh, my patience wearing thin.
“Yet he still took that shit. What does that say? I'm just trying to protect you, Noir. There's something fucking weird about that guy.”
I fold my arms over my chest in a defensive stance, my chin raised. “And you're Mr. Perfect, are you?”
He brings his face down to mine until it’s close enough to feel his breath. “I’ll be whatever the fuck you want me to be, pretty girl. I’ll be your weak little bitch. Put your heels on, stamp all over my fucking dick, drag me through the mud with it still attached and I’ll still worship the ground you walk on.”
His hand slides around the side of my neck and I turn my face to the side, closing my eyes against the whirl of conflicting emotions inside me because he can be oddly sweet all the fucking time.
“These are the lengths I'll go to make you mine, Noir. I couldn't give a single fuck if that motherfucker dies with a needle embedded in his arm. He is fortunate he is still breathing. He is lucky that deep down I know you don’t want him. You want me.”
My eyes flash open, meeting his swiftly. “You’ll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, remember? So, stay the fuck out of this.” I assert firmly.
