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Growling, he releases me as he stands up, his fingers tearing my hands from his hair. He presses them back into the mattress above my head, then turns around, walking to the window showing off the morning light. He grabs the curtain, and with such ease, almost as if it’s butter, he rips a shred down the center.
Glancing over his shoulder, he narrows his eyes at me before spinning around, stalking toward me slowly with another restraint wrapped in his fingers.
“You don’t listen well, do you, my little witch?” he growls. Grabbing my wrist, he hauls me onto the mattress straight, wrapping the stray curtain around my wrists tightly. He surprises me then, wrapping the fabric around my neck too. When I pull on my wrists, the fabric tightens around my neck. “Maybe a little restraint will do you good.”
“You like seeing me tied down?” I whisper.
“I like seeing you helpless and completely at my mercy,” he whispers too calmly, his hand going to the hem of his shirt. He throws it over his head, messing up his tousled hair even more.
“Now,” he says, stepping up to me, twisting me around until I’m on my knees. My shoulders press into the bed, my cheek flush with the naked mattress as I watch him. I can’t prop myself up, can barely move, to be honest. I’m exactly as he wants me. Helpless. “I’m fucking angry about earlier, so I’m going to fuck you until I say otherwise.”
I can hear his pants lower, and then his hands palm my ass, spreading me wide. I roll my face into the mattress as my cheeks flame.
Embarrassing.
He spreads the lips of my pussy next, and I swallow my moan as he spits loudly, straight onto my folds.
Then his cock is there, rubbing his spit back and forth before plunging in,deep.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, feeling a twinge of pain in my hip. I bite on my lip, a shiver racking my spine as he fucks me brutally from behind. Theslap, slapof his hips against my ass is the only thing I can hear in the room as he obliterates me. Moans and mumbles slip past my lips as if I have no control. None.Zero.
“Baby…” The words break free from my lips, and they feel so foreign, so ridiculous, that I want to burn in shame.
His fingers tighten around my waist. “I’m not your baby, I sure ain’t your daddy, and I’ll never be your god, but I’ll fuck your pussy so good you won’t know the difference.”
My mouth opens on a gasp, and I can feel myself clenching around him. It goes on forever, a constant bruising of my pussy. His erection grows longer, thicker, if that’s even possible, stretching my walls and claiming me as his. This is what he wanted, and Felix has never been one to break a promise.
I’m so close, I need to move, and automatically, my wrists pull, making my head tip back from the pressure around my neck. He growls as he curls his body over my back, his hand moving around my neck as he tilts my jaw up, his lips brushing mine. “This cunt is mine, Hazel,” he says into my mouth, his hand moving forward, cupping my sex, just teasing me. Then he slides his hand up, covering my breast. “The witchy black heart beneath your ribs is mine.” He dances his fingers up farther, until they wrap around my throat. He pulls on the fabric, cinching it tighter, cutting off my breathing. “Every breath of air you take is mine.”
I let out a guttural moan, my sex clenching his cock until near pain rushes through me. I gasp as he grabs at the fabric between my neck and wrists, using it as a handle, me his puppet, as he fucks me to obliteration.
“Come for me, my little witch. Wake the dead with your screams.”
I do as he commands, folding like the submissive he craves me to be.
I release a strangled cry, tears flooding my eyes from the mixture of pain and pleasure that rolls through me from his touch. He grunts above me, raspy and sexy and so fucking dominant. I need him. I hate him.
I want him.
He waits until my body stops shuddering before he pulls out, releasing the fabric from around my wrists and neck. He pushes me down until I’m on my side, slipping to the opposite side of the bed. A calmness covers his features, like everything is okay in the world. Lifting his hand, he brings it to my eyes, wiping away the tears that must have washed my cheeks.
Bringing his damp thumb to his lips, he brushes them against the plump pink skin, before slipping them past his lips, his tongue suctioning around his thumb. “Even your tears belong to me, Hazel, and don’t ever forget it.”
My sleepy eyes blink at him, and I open my mouth to give him a retort, but sleep takes over, pulling me under quicker than I can take another breath.
Or tell him everything that I’ve learned.
A gasp rips from my chest, and I sit up in bed, not sure what it is that woke me, but it wassomething.
I glance around the room. It’s daytime now, though the sky is extra cloudy, extra foggy. To the point it still feels as if it’s the middle of the night.
My eyes fall to each side of the room, feeling a heaviness in the air that grows with each passing second. They drift to the stairwell, and my body freezes when I see a figure hovering in the doorway. The head is tilted down, so I can’t see the face. Though the body is contorted, the arms twisted backward as they face me. The skin is a sickly pale, the fingers and legs long, unnaturally so.
Crack.
The body takes a step forward, and my breath leaves me.
Please go away.
