Page 27 of The Anti-hero


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Her fear turns me on.

So I drop to my knees and spread her wide, like an animal inhaling the scent of her. I’m unhinged. Completely undone, dismantled, and royally fucked in the head.

I’ve never done anything like this. Never so depraved or disgusting.

And I fucking love it.

Burying my tongue in her cunt, I fuck her with it, just to hear her scream again. My dick leaks at the tip from the taste and scent of her.

“I know what I’ll call you,” I mumble as I nibble my way around the cheeks of her ass, then back into her pussy, spreading her just to take another long, devouring lick of her. As I pull my mouth away, I smile. “Peaches. Because you taste so fucking sweet.”

She’s humming and moaning, husky and needy, as she hangs her ass in the air. “Please fuck me, Adam.”

“I’m not done yet,” I mutter. Then I take another bite, and she screams again.

She’s still shaking as I stand up behind her and pull my cock from my boxer briefs.

A nice guy would probably find a condom or at least ask her first. But I think we’ve already established that that’s not who I am or what she wants right now.

So I slide the head of my cock through the warm, wet lips of her cunt, teasing the entrance before thrusting in without mercy.

When she lets out a yelp, I thrust in rough again. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Then, fucking take it.”

I slam in again, and her yelp, this time, is loud and slightly alarming. But then she murmurs a breathy, “Yes. Fuck me.”

Suddenly, I hear myself, and I can hardly believe what just came out of my mouth. I’m not like this. I’m fucking her like I want to hurt her, but she likes it, so I don’t stop. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Slamming my hips against her ass, I pull out and push back in, fucking her with brutal thrusts. And with each one, she pleads for more.

All thoughts disappear from my mind until all I know is sensation and the feel ofher. Her body. Her sounds. Her touch.

Or is it mine? At the moment, I don’t exactly know the difference. Only that it feels so fucking good. Being inside her. Letting go. Feeling freer than I’ve ever felt in my life. Almost as if fucking her is releasing the anger and rage I felt today. Which I guess is why she needed it, and apparently, I did too.

Before long, my spine tenses and my dick tightens and I pull out just in time to watch my cum shoot out in warm jets all over her back. The noise that comes out of me as I let go sounds more animal than human. It sounds like a monster, but it feels like freedom.

For a long time, I stand here, waiting for every drop to release, watching her spine move with her breathing again. Minutes go by while I wait for the shame to creep in.

“Get me a towel,” she says in a breathless command.

It feels like waking up as I go to the bathroom, not daring to look at my reflection in the mirror before I grab a towel off the rack, returning to wipe the mess from her back.

Then everything becomes quiet and awkward. I can’t quite tell if this is shame or disappointment with myself, but I stare at her as she pulls her clothes back on.

Was I too rough? Did she come? Did I do the right thing?

As I stare at her, pulling her pink hair into a ponytail and wiping the running makeup from her eyes, I realize that Sage and I truly are from two different worlds. We couldn’t be less compatible, and I’d be an even bigger asshole if I tried to pretend that it didn't have anything to do with status and wealth. It has created two completely different people who will never see eye to eye.

“You can still stay,” she mumbles awkwardly as she moves toward her bedroom.

I clear my throat and zip up my pants. “Thanks, but I’m going to go.”

“Fine,” she mutters with her back to me.

“You’re…okay, right?” I ask, wanting to reach for her.

With a huff, she turns toward me with a sad smile. “Don’t try to be the nice guy now.”

I let my hands fall to my sides as I shrug. “I can’t help it.”

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