Page 33 of Savagely Scarred

I ran my finger along her panties, finding them warm and wet. I teased her over the fabric, rubbing her clit. Her legs parted wider and that was the only signal I needed. I yanked them to the side and slipped a finger inside of her. Her gasp was perfectly timed with the scene in the movie.

I turned my head back to the TV, checking on Trevor out of my peripheral vision. Satisfied he hadn’t noticed anything, I grabbed my throbbing dick with my other hand and squeezed it. Precum leaked from the tip and all I wanted was to be balls deep inside of her.

I slid a second finger inside of her pussy and Jesus fucking Christ was she tight. I freed my cock from my gym shorts and began slowly stroking it while I fucked her pussy with my fingers. I could feel her staring at the side of my head while she whispered soft moans.

My gaze didn’t return to her until I felt her soft hand wrap around the one on my dick. I let go of it and allowed her to take over. She had no fucking clue what she was doing, but I was so turned on it didn’t matter.

I altered between fingering her and rubbing her clit while she jerked me off. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Wanted to taste her. My eyes roamed across her perfect tits and back up to meet hers. I mouthed “faster” and she complied.

Her moans started to become audible, and I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Trevor was still immersed in the movie. I covered her mouth with my free hand just as her pussy started clenching around my fingers. My cum soaked the blanket while we both orgasmed at the same time.

After that, she was mine.

And I was never letting her go.

Today, she is with the youngest one of their little friend group. Perfect hair. Perfect smile. Perfect physique. Reminds me of one of the meathead jocks that used to bully me in school.

I could very easily take him down though by slicing through his Achilles tendon. Just thinking about the agonizing scream that would leave his throat makes my dick twitch in my jeans.

I would much rather prefer to take on one of her ‘bodyguards’ than the mutt she brings with her. Having to get a rabies shot would put a damper on things.

They round the bend on the path, the sunlight hitting her face and making the sweat on her body glisten. The sports bra does little to counter the bouncing as her feet pound on the ground. I watch her muscles flex in pure fascination. Itching to have my hands on them again.

I couldn’t keep them off her after that first time I made her come. We fucked like rabbits that first year we were together. But then her mother died and things shifted. She could never get out of her head and making her come became more of a chore for me than fun. So… I stopped trying.

Trevor started doing harder drugs, their dad became an alcoholic, and Olivia became clingy. I decided I didn’t want that fucking life anymore either, so I joined the army. That was a mistake because it messed with my head severely. I was semi-normal before that.

I married her simply on the fact that I didn’t want anyone else to touch her.

She was mine.

Seeing what she has become now—the strength she possesses. It only reminds me that I made her strong.

Without me, she would’ve stayed that fragile, whining little thing. Begging for attention. Desperate to be seen. I gave her a purpose.

She was my Lilith.

My first creation.

My equal.

My ruin.

And she defied the hand that sculpted her.

“Soon,” I murmur.

The sun is starting to set so I know they will be going home soon. My gaze lingers on them running down the path a little longer before I shove my hands in my pockets and begin walking out of the park.

I scan the group of pedestrians up ahead on the sidewalk and cringe internally, knowing I am going to have to brush against them to get through.

My shoulder bumps into a dark-haired woman and when I glance back at her, her blue eyes capture my attention for a second. I shake off the uncanny resemblance and continue to the crosswalk.

After a few blocks, paranoia settles into my bones. I glance over my shoulder repeatedly, but notice nothing amiss. I veer off and turn into a dark alley. There’s only a dim light above the exit door to a bar. Trash bags sit outside of it. A feast for the rats later.

I slow my pace halfway down the narrow passageway and duck behind a tall dumpster. Echoes of footsteps continue after mine have stopped.

Closer…