Tears mix with the friction of our mouths. Completely powerless against his gravity, I find myself kissing the devil back. Graham wraps the strands of my hair around his forearm, twisting twice until my roots burn. He yanks his arm back, tilting my head so far that I’m forced to stare at the ceiling.
His tongue slides across my cheek, licking away the tears spilling from my eyes.
My heart beats erratically.
I am scared of him. I am furious at the destruction of my life. But beneath the terror and rage, intrigue coils in my gut.
“I promise to constantly break you, Maya,” he whispers.“Just for the pleasure of putting your life back together with my own hands.”
He clamps his teeth into the flesh of my right cheek. When he finally releases the pressure, I can feel the stinging throb his bite leaves behind.
“I vow to be the only thing you ever need,” he growls.
“You’re insane,” I choke out.
But I’m fully aware that my body is betraying me, begging for the monster.
“Call me whatever you want, little flower,” he chuckles, his black eyes completely unhinged.“But you belong to me now.”
17
Graham
Inever really thought of this before, which is admittedly very idiotic of me.
This being the total power she has over me.
I was simply too consumed by her. Entirely fixated on the way she turned something I always thought impossible into an everyday reality. I get to experience these things called“feelings” every single day now, and they are like Pop Rocks exploding in my mouth. It is an intoxicating rush, and I can’t seem to ever get enough of it.
But it’s only now that the reality of our dynamic is setting in. I’m finally realizing just how much power she has over me. Because she is dangling that sweet little pussy and that perfect mouth over my head like a leash.
“You want to kiss me? I want to talk to William.”
At first, the fact that she was using him to leverage me set my blood on fire. But then she sweetened the deal. She whispered that she’d let me eat her pussy—a taste I have grown completely addicted to.
In the end, we settled: a ten-minute supervised phone call for her in exchange for fifty minutes of me buried between her thighs.
I’m not so controlling that I require her to ask me before talking to friends, but William is the fucking exception.
And in those fifty minutes—in which she was completely weeping from pleasure by the end of it—I was exactly where I always wanted to be. I wear her essence on my beard afterward like a badge of honor because I love the possessiveness that settles in my chest when I smell like her.
“You want me to touch your cock? Upgrade Valeria’s room.”
Now, because of a single handjob, her sister has a whole private suite to herself in that asylum.
I have absolutely no idea why Maya has such mercy on that miserable bitch. Valeria doesn’t deserve a thing after what she did.
But anyhow, it was entirely worth it in the end.
The moment I dropped my trousers, Maya’s eyes turned as wide as the moon. She stared down at my cock in shock, whispering about how terrifyingly huge it was.
Watching her small, beautiful tits bounce while she wrapped her hands around my shaft and jerked me off—fuck.
It was pure perfection.
But today, she’s sad.
I don’t understand sadness. But what I do understand is that seeing her like this pisses me off to the point of violence. She should never be anything but entirely consumed by me. Her mind, her body, her thoughts—they belong in my cage.
