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Something about how he talks gets to me. My panic isn’t as overwhelming, and I look at him. Really look at him.
Theo’s face is twisted in an agonized expression. His lips are pinched, eyes not just lustful, but tormented.
Okay, so he isn’t trying to hurt me. This isn’t even a kink. Most importantly, he’s not taking what I didn’t willingly consent to.
And fuck, I even start liking it, despite myself. My clit flutters. My body is liquid heat and white-hot lava.
The way he consumes me, defiles me, possesses me, it almost makes this right.
Almost.
The consent I gave and my traitorous body don’t matter. My excuses for Theo don’t either. None of it matters.
He should’ve prepared me for it.
“Get off me,” I try to scream around his ruthless cock. It sounds more like a bunch of syllables jacked up together, meaning absolutely nothing.
It doesn’t have to. Theo sees me pleading.
Sees and doesn’t do anything to put an end to it.
“Don’t fight me, baby. You’re so beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl.” He bends at the waist, his thumb wiping away the tears streaming down my cheeks. “I need you. You’re gonna have to keep sucking me, Prue. You make me lose my goddamn mind. I won’t be able to stop until I make you swallow my cum.”
“Theo,” I’m able to articulate when he rears his hips back and his cock rests at my lips. “Please, I—“
“Be a good girl for me.” He slams back, and my words die on my tongue. “You can do it. So precious, my cum slut with glistening lips, your spit on your chin.”
His words are clipped, his grunts and hard panting blending into them.
“Your mouth opens so wide for me. And I need you.”
The more I scratch him, the more his thick, pulsing cock grows inside me. His eyes turn darker, eating up the white around his pupils. His remorse wanes, giving way to the predator I’ve come to know and love.
“Even while you were sleeping,” he growls when I pull my lips in to cover my teeth.
I’m helpless against him. Helpless against hurting him.
And if I’m being completely true, completely honest with myself, I don’t want him to stop either.
“Even then you were letting me in, begging me to do it.”
I’m not sure why I keep crying, then. Why the tears rain down my cheeks to my temples and hair, a never-ending stream of salt water.
“Please, don’t cry.” The pain in his voice doesn’t match the cruel pace of his pounding. “I need this, Prue, I really do. You have to understand, baby. I’m hard for you. I’m desperate for you. Ineedto use your mouth.”
He does. His eyes relate to what his mouth says. He doesn’t lie. This is more than feral sex. This is pure, honest intimacy.
I’m his home.
Whatever happened to him tonight, whatever tore him from me, must’ve impacted him terribly for him to do this. He came to me for help, to have someone to lean on.
I’m not blind to the wrongness of what he’s done to me. To the violence of it, to the depravity in his repeated requests. I’m not an idiot, and I’m not naïve.
Yet, I allow it.
If I ever needed Theo as desperately, I have no doubt he’d move mountains for me. Demolish anyone standing in my path of happiness, of peace of mind.
Burn down the world for me.
