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Soft.
Soft.
Gentle.
Fucking gentle.
The same words run on a loop in my head as my dick pushes into her. I pull back a little, breaking the kiss, and look her over. Her eyes are closed, and her head turns to the side as her breathing increases. I lean down, my lips resting against her ear “Mio,” I whisper into her ear as I tighten my grip on her throat, causing her sweet fucking pussy to wrap tighter around my dick.
Fuck I am not going to last as long as I wanted. She feels too fucking good.
I reach over and grab the knife from the nightstand. She is afraid, she fears many things, and I plan on fucking replacing them all with me. Soon, she will fear nothing when she is by my side. She is a fucking queen, my fucking whore, my everything.
I pull back, release her throat, and my free hand rests next to her head as I tighten my grip on the knife. I continue to move my hips, pushing my dick in and out of her at a steady pace. She turns her head and looks at me, then looks at the knife, her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say a fucking word. She only whimpers.
“Sei al sicuro con me,” I whisper as I lean down and start to carve my name into her chest. She screams as the knife cuts into her skin. My dick hardens as I lean down and smash my lips to hers, taking in her screams. My hips continue to move, my dick pushing in and out of her. I continue to carve as my dick continues to push into her at the same time. I watch her eyes roll back into the back of her head, and the screams turn into moans as I feel the wetness in her pussy increase.
“Ho bisogno di te,” I whisper into her mouth, feeling her back arch against me, causing the knife to go in deeper. Her pussy pulses against my dick, and her release covers my dick as I pull out and push right back into her making sure she is filled with me; as my balls tighten, a moan escapes me as my cum releases deep inside her.
I slow down and press inside her as I pull back and lift the knife from her chest. It is completely covered in blood, but I see my name across her chest. Her breathing is rapid and unsteady as she opens her eyes and looks up at me.
“Bellissimo,” I whisper.
I don’t give her time to respond. I lean back down and smash my lips to hers, dropping the knife to the ground as I once again grab her throat and start to move in and out of her again. This is how I show her how much I love her. This is how I show her I am not those men.
But I am now her monster.
35
Nicole
Week Ten - Rage
“Things have once again changed.”
Iturn my head to the side as Christian leans down and gently licks and kisses my neck as he tightens his grip on my throat. My pussy wraps tighter around his dick as he continues to push in and out of me. He tightens his grip on my hand, placing it above my head.
He is the only man that ever has been able to find a fucking balance between being rough and gentle. I can feel his desire, possessiveness, and I want fucking all of it. I want all of him.
Our breathing continues to fill our bedroom as he once again claims me, and I once again allow him to. At first, when I came here when he brought me here, I felt like I was drowning in the worst possible way. In a way that I thought would kill me, and now I am drowning in Christian, and I never want it to end.
Every day, I feel myself giving in to him more and more, and I believe more and more of what he is telling me. He is the only man in my life that hasn’t fucking lied to me.
Over the last week, we have spent more time in this bed, giving ourselves to each other. Each time he makes love to me, the voices inside my head become weaker and weaker. He is taking away their power. He is helping me escape the darkness that Sebastian and the others have created inside me.
I never thought it was possible, and even though I don’t know if I will ever fully get over what I have been through, I honestly don’t know if people like me or a person like me will ever be normal or find peace. But Christian is making me want to try.
He is helping me see that I am not what those men made me believe. Even though there is still part of me that is a prisoner to what I have been through, a prisoner to my head, I feel some freedom in Christian’s arms.
I know I am still not making sense, but I have a feeling it is not supposed to make sense.
He is replacing them.
He is helping me heal, or at least heal as much as possible.
I think I will always be shattered to a point, but Christian has made it his mission to make sure he is shattered with me.
Where did he come from?
