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“Tatum,” I whisper, my voice rough, almost guttural. “Do you feel that? That rush? The power? That’s what it’s like to be alive. That’s what it’s like to be free.”
She shudders, her breath hitching as she nods, the words catching in her throat. “Free feels good,” she breathes, her voice barely audible, but I hear it. I hear the truth in it, the acceptance.
I smirk, a dark satisfaction curling in my chest. She’s starting to understand. Starting to see things my way. “This is just the beginning,” I tell her, my thumb brushing over the fresh cut on her arm, smearing the blood. “There’s so much more I can show you. So much more we can do together.”
Her eyes flicker with excitement. I half expected her to put up more of a fight tonight. Especially when it came to drawing blood, I knew the cocaine would make it easier. Make her more willing to let go of the bullshit that’s weighing her down, but she proved me wrong.
Fuck. Maybe we’re more alike than I thought.
Tatum leans into me, her body pressing against mine, and I can feel the tension between us grow. It’s electric and charged like we’re on the edge of something catastrophic.
Or maybe something perfect.
“Caius…” she whispers again, and this time, there’s no hesitation, no doubt. Just raw need, laced with the remnants of fear and the haze of the high.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me, my eyes boring into hers. “You are fucking mine,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “You belong to me and no one else. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she repeats, her voice trembling but steady. “I belong to you.”
There’s a twisted satisfaction in hearing those words, and I’ll never fucking tire of it. Seeing her submit to me despite everything our asshole parents told her about me. After every single person who told her I was no good and every cruel and fucked up thing I did to her, she’s given herself over to this, to us. It’s a high like nothing else, and I want more.
I want to take her deeper into this darkness to see just how far she’s willing to go.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My fucking good girl,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers, almost tender, a stark contrast to the violence we’ve just shared. “Now, let me show you what it means to truly be mine.”
I pull her down with me onto the forest floor, the earth cold and unforgiving beneath us, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is her and the way she looks at me. The way her body responds to my cruel and unforgiving touch. Mommy and Daddy’s perfect little princess is painted in blood she shed for me. She’s finally completely under my control. I kiss her again, hard and possessive, my hands roaming over her petite body.
She moans into the kiss, her hands gripping me, pulling me in closer with desperation and need. It has my cock rock hard and eager to bury itself inside her warmth. I’m the one who’s done this to her, who’s brought her to this point. I slide my hand under her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin as I pull her soaked panties to the side. Needing more, she arches into my touch. Reaching up, I shove my bloodied fingers into her pouty mouth.
“Suck on them, baby,” I growl. She obeys without hesitation. Sucking and lapping her tongue around them. “That’s a good girl. Wash away the blood you made me shed. Fuck, look at you. Such a hungry, needy little slut you are. My little lunatic.” I pull my saliva-coated fingers from her mouth, “You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes pleading with me, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, Caius, please…”
“Then take it,” I demand, my tone hardening. “Take what you want from me. You’re in control, show me how bad you fucking want it,”
She hesitates for only a moment before her hands are on me, fumbling with my belt, her movements frantic, desperate. I let her, watching as she struggles, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She’s so fucking perfect like this, so eager to please, so willing to do whatever it takes.
Finally, she gets my belt undone, her blood-stained hands shaking as she reaches for the button of my jeans. I grab her wrists, stopping her and forcing her eyes to mine. “Slow down,” I order, my voice rough. “We’ve got all fucking night.”
And we do. There's no one to fucking stop us.
She nods, her eyes wide, pupils blown with lust and fear, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I lean down, kissing her hard, claiming her mouth with mine, my hands sliding under her dress, pushing it up, exposing her skin to the cold night air. She shivers, but it’s not just from the cold. It’s from the anticipation, the excitement of what’s to come.
I pull back just enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I watch as she mimics me, sliding the thin straps of her dress down, pulling her arms out and pushing the top half of her dress down. My eyes drink at the sight of her, half-naked and trembling beneath me. I’ve seen it all before, but not like this. She’s perfect, absolutely fucking perfect for me, and now, she’s all mine.
I press my lips to her neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, to claim her as mine in every way that matters. She gasps, her back arching, her hands clutching at me, trying to pull me closer.
“Caius,” she moans, her voice breathless, pleading, and it drives me fucking wild. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with a carnal hunger. A hunger for me and the pleasure only I can give her.
It’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, my voice low and rough as I slide my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat of her. She’s already fucking soaked for me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, desperate for more. “I’m yours, Caius, please…”
“Good girl,” I murmur, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling the way she clenches around me, so fucking tight and perfect. “You belong to me, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
She cries out, her hands clutching at me, her body trembling as I fuck her with my fingers, hard and relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. I know the moment she’s close, I can feel it by the way her pussy grips my fingers. I can see it in the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her breath comes in short, desperate gasps.
