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Plus, my system is probably filled with all the drugs I’ve been taking ever since I got them from the Venom Brothers. I’ve had to refill them twice already. Even though somewhere inside my head I know they’re not good for me, I can’t break the habit I started.
After the disaster that was last night, I had to take some of Mom’s sleeping pills. I needed something to help me sleep faster. I didn’t want to stay awake for long to find out what Knox would do in retaliation. I know he’ll do something since he probably thinks me hanging out with Aiden is a slight against him.
I was so lost in my head that I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings or the weird sensation in my pussy. I somehow missed an entire body next to me. But I become aware of it when a hand slides up to my breast and squeezes.
I’m just about to scream and rush off the bed when a hand covers my mouth to keep me quiet and hold me in place. I’m breathing heavily through my nose. I’m scared and I can feel the adrenaline rush through my system. I have no idea what the hell is going on but what I do know, is that there shouldn’t be anyone else in my bed right now when I went to sleep alone.
“Don’t make a sound,” his husky voice says into the quiet room and I shake my head. My body deflates with a little sigh of relief as my mind registers the familiar voice. I’d know that voice anywhere since it’s the one that torments me every chance he gets. I’m not sure what the hell he’s doing here but I’m glad it’s him and not some serial killer, you know?
When I don’t make a sound, he moves his hand from my mouth and moves it down to my neck, gripping it in a firm hold. He moves his other hand to grab a hold of my hip as he starts to thrust his hips into me, making his cock go deeper into my pussy. The intensity of his grip, along with his movement, cause me to let out a groan. I have no idea how long he’s been here. I was dead to the world earlier.
None of that matters anyway since I know why he’s here. It’s because of the fiasco with Aiden after the game last night. Since I haven’t paid for what happened yet, I guess I’m about to. His brand of punishment always ends with him doing filthy things to my body and this time seems no different.
“What are you doing here?” I finally ask him, trying to sound brave, but I know there’s a slight quiver in my voice. I’m not sure what state he’s in. I can smell the alcohol surrounding him but I’m not sure if he’s sober right now or if he’s drunk. I’m also not sure if he wants to kill me or not.
“You’re not the one who gets to ask the questions here, I am. But first, I need to empty my balls again. So if you could just shut the fuck up, that would be great,” he grunts, while he keeps thrusting inside me.
“What do you mean again?” I shriek and then shut my mouth quickly. I’m not sure if my mom came home or not last night.
“Oh, I fucked you earlier while you were asleep,” he says casually, like that’s something normal people do. I know he’s smirking from the tone of his voice.
“Th-that’s fucking sick!” I grunt because he just gave me a particularly deep thrust.
“Maybe, but you’re just as sick as I am. Your body can’t lie. It’s already conditioned to want everything I do to it. Why else would your pussy get wet as fuck for me even while you were in such a deep sleep?” he questions. I’m sure my face is red as hell right now.
If what he’s saying is true, then that’s fucked up. How the hell would my body even recognize him in my sleep? I’m so fucking confused by him and everything right now.
“So you spent the night?” I question with a little smirk on my face. I feel him stiffen for a second at my question. Ah, gotcha! Knowing the asshole, he probably didn’t even intend to stay here.
“Don’t read anything into it. I still fucking hate you and you need to get punished for last night,” he snaps against my neck. His breath there sends tingles down my spine, making goosebumps form on my skin.
“Yeah, you keep saying that, but you know what I think?”
“I don’t care what you think,” he growls.
“I think you’re a fucking liar and a hypocrite. You say you hate me yet you’re always in my fucking space and after me. You’re always in my bed. You keep telling me that I’m your plaything, your whore, your slut or whatever and I have to wonder why that is,” I snap at him. “Maybe you don’t really hateme. You just hate yourself because of how much you want me and you can’t fucking admit it like a man. Do I scare you, Knox? Do I make you feel things your cold fucking heart doesn’t want to feel? Is that why you keep saying how much you hate me?”
“Don’t read too much into it, slut! No one will ever love someone like you. You’re only here to please me and be my fucktoy. That’s all you’ll ever be to anyone, and you’ve yet to pay your dues,” he snaps.
“You’re a real fucking prick! You know that? How and why the fuck am I supposed to pay for something I don’t know about? I just fucking moved here. What could I have possibly done to you, asshole?” I snap and then cry out when he pulls out of me and flips us over so that I’m on my back.
He slams into me again with so much force, another cry slips out of me. He wraps a hand around my throat again and squeezes as he continues to thrust into me, pounding away his frustrations and anger on my poor battered pussy. I can hear the squelching sounds, letting me know just how wet I am right now. I’m at war with myself. How am I this wet for him when he’s punishing me?
I shouldn’t like this. I really shouldn’t, but there’s just something about the pain he causes when he fucks me that just makes me want him even more. I want it to hurt, just like it hurts when he’s being mean to me with his words. It’s toxic, I know. But I can’t seem to not want him anymore even though I know that somewhere along the line, I’ll end up getting burned. With the way we’re going, it’s inevitable.Hate like ours is meant to only end with death.
I know that’s morbid but sometimes you can just feel things, almost like a premonition and us… we’re like fire and ice. We clash and hurt each other. It’s only a matter of time before it truly gets out of hand.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness in my room and I take a moment to stare up into his face as he’s hovering over my body, continuing to pound his cock in and out of me. The sounds of our skin slapping can be heard throughout the room and that kind of turns me on a little more.Yep! I’m definitely as fucked in the head as he is.
When he notices me looking at him, he increases the pressure on my neck as he starts to move his hips in overdrive, slamming into me harder and faster with every second. I groan at how good it feels to be railed by him right now.Obviously, yes, I’ve lost my sanity.
There’s an angry expression on his face but there’s also a sort of vulnerability there that I’ve never seen before. Without thinking, I lift my hand to touch his face. Before my fingers can make contact with his skin, he grabs my hand along with the other and places them both over my head, making sure to hold them in place.
“Don’t!” he growls.
“Are you afraid you’ll catch even more feelings if I touch you?” I manage to croak out through gasps. His hand is still around my neck.
“Never,” he grunts.
