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With his hand still around my neck, he breathed out, “I’m still pissed at you, but I need to feel that tight pussy of yours right fucking now, and you’re going to let me take what I want…” Gareth turned my head to the side, bringing his lips to my ear. “Because you’re mine. Because I own you now. Body, heart, and fucking soul.”
He let me turn my head toward him, my lips brushing against his. We stared at each other for a few moments after that, neither one of us saying anything or moving a muscle. It was like we both were daring the other to move first.
The lust in his green eyes was evident, his pupils dilated. He wanted me badly; I could see it on his face. And, judging from the heat in my lower half, I wanted him, too.
It was a generally fucked-up situation, I admit. I shouldn’t get off on this at all, and Ididhate him—I meant every word I’d told him—but at the same time, I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think straight.
How could you hate someone and want them at the same time? What flavor of fucked-up did that make me? Especially since Gareth was a cruel, serial-killing psychopath who liked to paint with the blood of his victims.
Seriously, what did that make me?
I didn’t know who moved first, if it was me or Gareth. Either way, our mouths crashed together, uniting in a way only we could, all heat and passion and fire. He was a monster, and yet I craved him like he wasmymonster—and I hated him for it. I hated him for making me feel all these things, for making me face the truth about myself.
I wasn’t normal, either. Try as I might, Alistair had seen right through it when he’d chosen me, and Gareth had seen through it, too. The darkness in me called out to the darkness in them, only I was just now starting to realize it, just now beginning to accept myself for who I was.
Art had always been an outlet. Idle hands were the devil’s work and all that crap. Never thought that saying had much truth to it, but now…
Gareth’s passion threatened to swallow me whole, his mouth commanding mine with an urgency I could feel within my bones. My skin was on fire, my heart beating so fast I could hear the machines behind me beeping faster. Gareth didn’t seem to care that I was hooked up to machines measuring my vitals, so neither would I. If he put his faith in Alistair to stop anyone from coming in and interrupting us, then I would, too.
The hand on my throat swept up along the side of my face, tangling in my hair and tugging on it. The action brought out a moan from me, and Gareth swallowed up the sound greedily, his tongue pushing past my lips and grazing mine. I moaned again. The taste of his tongue on mine should’ve been gross; swapping saliva had never been a thing of mine—never mind the fact that I’d only had my first kiss recently—but the sheer intensity of the yearning in me made me want so much more.
As wrong as it was, I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me like he was scared to lose me.
I couldn’t move much, so really, it was all on Gareth to pull the blankets down off me and hike up my hospital gown to expose my naked lower half to him. He made no detours; the moment he spread my legs, he licked his lips and reached for his pants.
With his cock free, he stroked himself once. He was rock hard and ready for me. Our eyes met, something unspoken passing between us. A mutual desire, a desperate craving, the darkness in us reaching out to grasp each other’s most hidden self. And then his hips bore down, his cock pushed inside of me, and it was over.
Well, it wasn’t really over. What I meant by that was: I was lost. So lost in Gareth, in these vicious desires of mine, that I momentarily stopped caring how wrong they were.
“You’re mine,” Gareth’s husky voice murmured as he began to frantically thrust, pumping me full of his hard length. “You’re fucking mine, Bri.” His lean body was all hard jerks above me, to the point where it shouldn’t feel good to be with him, but fuck, if every single thrust didn’t put me on cloud nine…
His hand once again found my neck, squeezing enough to make me gasp for air. “Say it,” he hissed out the words. “Say you’re mine.” Each word was accompanied by a swift thrust of his hips, his cock spearing me deep, each and every thrust making me come undone.
What could I do? There was no denying it, not right now. Maybe, once I was healed, once I was strong enough to resist him, but not now. Now the only thoughts in my head involved the phrase,harder, harder, harder.
It was after one particularly rough thrust that I cried out, “I’m yours.” The moment I spoke the words he wanted to hear, the pressure in my body came to a turning point. An orgasm exploded within me, causing my inner walls to clamp down on his cock as he furiously dragged his length in and out.
“Fuck,” Gareth breathed out. “You feel so fucking good, Bri.” He only ever called meBriwhen he was balls-deep in me, I noticed, but I didn’t mind. Right now, he could call me whatever the hell he wanted.
It didn’t take long for him to lose it. His body came crashing down against mine, a deep-throated groan flowing from his chest. His hips moved with erratic, uneven jerks as he emptied himself inside me, coming with another moan. He didn’t stop until he was completely dry, until my core had taken up every ounce of cum his balls had let loose, and only then did he sluggishly withdraw from me.
Gareth let out a sigh, rolling off me and getting to his feet. He fixed himself first by stuffing his wet, still very much hard cock away. “I’m glad we got that settled,” he spoke with a smirk. His green eyes twinkled with dark glee as he helped fix me after that.
I thought he was going to pull down my hospital gown and pull up the blankets he’d tugged off my legs, but he surprised me by taking two fingers to my apex and scooping the cum that had started to leak out of my pussy. It was a struggle to hold in the gasp that formed when I realized what he was doing.
“Wouldn’t want anyone finding evidence now, would we?” Gareth asked, slow to lift his cum-covered fingers to my mouth. He didn’t need to say anything more; I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, the prick.
I wanted to tell him off, but parts of me still rode high after that heated quickie, so I parted my lips and let him stick those two fingers in my mouth. My lips closed around his fingers, and I licked them clean before doing a bit of sucking—mostly to tease him.
Gareth’s chest rumbled. “See? I knew you could be a good girl when you want to be.”
His words were dangerously close to the things Alistair had said to me when we were doing things a stepfather and stepdaughter should never do, so I abruptly stopped sucking and gave him a look.
He chuckled, as if he found me amusing, and he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. Gareth tugged down my hospital gown and fixed the blankets, pulling them up to my waist before slowly taking the seat behind him. One look at us, and you’d never know what just happened, save for my still-high heart rate.
Grabbing the spork again, he stabbed another piece of meat and offered it to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes remaining. I wanted to tell him off, but in the end, I let him feed me. What else was I supposed to do?
Chapter Three – Brianna
