Page 19 of Fatality

If she didn’t want it, she shouldn’t have contacted me tonight.

I was not in the mood, if anything, seeing her tears track through the grime on her cheeks, seeing her eyes glaze with the struggle to breathe, only makes me drive harder.

“Yeah... that’s it,” I growl, my voice a jagged, primal rasp.

I watch the way her small hands, so perfectly manicured in pink, claw at my thighs sending a surge of pure, sadistic heat straight to my core.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice thick with the dark triumph of finally getting my frustration out. “Crying like a little bitch while you take every inch of me.”

I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming frantic, heavy.

I’m no longer just driving into her—I’m slamming, my hips hitting her chin with a rhythmic, bruising force, the piercing at my base striking her nose.

I feel the coil in my gut tighten to the breaking point. My breath comes in short, violent hitches, my muscles corded and trembling with the effort of holding myself upright.

“Don’t you dare pull away,” I command, my voice dropping into a lethal guttural snarl as I feel the first tremors of my climax. “Swallow it all, you fucking whore. Take it!”

With a final, violent lunge that drives me as deep as humanly possible, I let out a low, roaring groan, my entire body stiffening as I begin to spill into her throat, my hips buckling uncontrollably against her face.

I hold her here, pressed against my pelvis with a brutal strength to feel her throat working and spasming to swallow.

I groan, a long, low sound that starts in my chest and vibrates through my entire body.

“Fuck...” I rasp, the word barely a breath.

I continue to thrust, driven by the heavy, involuntary bucking of my hips as I spend myself. As the tremors finally begin to subside, I slowly—almost cruelly—loosen my grip on her hair and release her.

My cock slips free with a wet pop, a strand of saliva and cum stretching from the head to her lips.

I reach down, my thumb catches a trace at the corner of her mouth, and bring it to my own lips, tasting myself.

“Good.” I murmur, my voice returning to that low dangerous rasp.

I stand there, looming over her in the dim light of her place, watching her struggle to find her breath.

I reach for my boxers and jeans pooled around my thighs, tugging them back into place when my comm suddenly buzzes in my back pocket.

The screen lights up with a message from Neo. What the fuck does that fucker want now?

I yank my comm from my pocket.

“Who is it, Evren?” Lira asks, starting to rise from her knees, clinging to my arm as her pink nails dig into my skin while she tries to look at my comm.

I look down at her.

I pry her fingers off me, grab her shoulders, and shove her away.

“None of your business, Lira.” I say coldly.

“Evren, please stay with me tonight, just this one time, I need—”

“You know the drill, Lira,” I cut her off. “You know I don’t stay. I never stay, and I’ve got more important shit to do now.”

I slap her ass, making her gasp in surprise, then turn and walk out.

The music slams into my ears the second I step inside. Neon lights sweep over the entire place, and it reeks of sweat, sex, and alcohol.

Everything I like.