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“Yeees! I love it when you fuck me so good. Please don’t stop!” I scream as I start to move my hips in a frenzy of movement. I want more. I feel raw and untamed and want more of him to fill me.
“Whose dick are you riding right now?” he questions.
I’m so far gone in pleasure it’s hard for me to answer right away. He lifts his hand up and squeezes one of my breasts to get me to answer him. I yelp at the pain and then pleasure I feel.
“Yours!” I yell. “I’m riding your cock!”
“That’s right! And make no mistake this is the only cock you’ll be riding for the rest of your life!”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. Technically, we’re family now,” I pant.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m not giving this pussy up and you better be sure to remember that. Whenever I snap my fingers, you should be ready to ride this dick like your life depends on it,” he grunts, as he slams into me over and over again. A thrust punctuates each of his words as he says them.
“No. Because by tomorrow, you’ll just turn into an asshole again. You’ll call me ugly and disgusting or whatever else you fancy, and I’m just going to hate you all over again. We’ll be back at square one. I’m fucking tired of the back-and-forth because you can’t make your fucking mind up. Fuck me or kill me, but stop playing fucking mind games with me. I’m barely holding on by a fucking thread here!” I snap and then look away from him. He stops thrusting inside me when I start my tirade. I didn’t mean to bare my soul to him again. “You can tell me how much I’m yours and how much you want me, but I’m still your fucking dirty secret. None of your words mean shit to me!”
“You mean fucking everything because the game’s changed, babe. You’re mine whether you want to be or not. I don’t care if you don’t want to be because when the night gets here, you’ll be riding my cock from here on out. Every. Fucking. Night!” he growls and then he starts thrusting inside me again.
I let out a scream as my orgasm crashes into me full force and he does something I didn’t expect him to do again. He slams his lips against mine in a hot and heated kiss. I groan as my lips respond to his and I kiss him back just as fiercely.
“Keep fucking me like the nothing I am, and the nothing I’ll be, as soon as you’re done!” I cry out.
“You’re everything now,” he whispers in my ear.
I feel the telltale sign of him coming. I feel the warmth of his cum gush into my sore and well-fucked pussy. I groan at how it feels. I loosen my legs from around his waist as he lets me down.
I think this is it, that he’ll just leave me standing here and walk away from me like he always does, but he surprises me. He gently pushes me toward the shower and then gets in with me. He turns the shower on. I’m confused and so out of my depth when he begins to wash me up.
I try to hide myself from him. I don’t want him to see my scars again but he moves my hand away. He gets to his knees and kisses all of them one by one. His action is one I never anticipated and the sight of it brings tears to my eyes. They spill down my cheeks.
He might be gentle now and it’s fucking with my head, but somehow I know none of this will last. I have an uneasy feeling that my life will get turned upside down again. I wish I didn’t feel this way, but I do. It’s hard to shake the feeling of doom I’m currently feeling and I hate it.
Knox took his time in the shower, worshiping my body. Or at least that’s what it seemed like to me. I still don’t want to get my hopes up because when I do, they always seem to get crushed.
He left me in my room and went to his to get changed and I do the same. I put on an oversized T-shirt and panties and then crawl into bed. I lie on my side and stare at the wall. A moment later, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to take another pill. The effects of the one earlier wore off already and I need something to help me relax.
I take the bag out of my hiding place and open it. Just as I’m about to take one, his angry voice shouts out like a whip, startling me.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he snaps as he walks over to me. He grabs the entire bag away from me before dumping the pills into the toilet bowl.
“No, stop!” I scream as I make a mad dash toward him. But he flushes the toilet before I can get to him. “What the fuck did you do that for?” I scream at him again.
“You’re not taking that shit anymore. And I better not fucking see or hear you getting anymore either!” he snaps at me.
“I-I need them!” I cry out. It’s like just knowing my pills are gone is making me feel itchy and like I’m going crazy. I start to pull my hair as my body starts to shake. “No, no, no, nooo… you don’t know what you’ve done!” I cry out at him. I’m panicking. I don’t know how to calm down.
He doesn’t say anything. He just moves to the drawer in my cabinet and opens it, taking out all the razors, throwing them into the toilet, and flushing them down as well. I stare at him in shock.
“Didn’t you want me to kill myself? So why are you fucking with my shit?” I scream as I fly toward him and attack him, pounding on his chest.
He isn’t even fazed by my attack. He grabs my hands and then pulls me into him, crushing me against his chest as I break down crying. We stand with his arms wrapped tightly around me until I’ve calmed down and then he lifts my chin so that I’m looking up at him.
“Like I said before, everything has fucking changed, baby. I’m not letting you do that shit anymore!” he growls down at me. “So fucking listen to what I’m saying. You’re. Going. To. Stop. Fucking. Hurting. Yourself. Am. I. Fucking. Clear?” He enunciates each word.
“I don’t know if I can fucking stop, asshole! This is what you turned me into! This is all your fault and I hate you!” I wail out at him.
“Hate me all you want, baby, but I’m doing this for your own good. I’m going to make it better,” he tells me with so much conviction in his voice, I almost believe him. “And I don’t fucking care if you like it or not!” I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he tightens his hold on me.
He scoops me up into his arms and walks out of the bathroom with me. He walks us out of my room before he starts walking down the stairs. When he finally puts me down, we’re in the kitchen. I start to take a step back but he pins me with a look.
