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Anti-heroes are child’s play. I’m the villain. I’m the real fucking deal and one day soon my sleeping beauty will wake from her spell, and she’ll witness me in all of my brutal glory. She’ll watch in awe, chained at my side like the obedient bitch she’s destined to become, as I take my rightful place on my throne. A throne and kingdom built from the blood and bones of our enemies.
I can’t fucking wait for that day to arrive.
The problem I’m faced with right now is dropping the ball. Exposing my plan too soon will limit my playtime with her. I’m constantly telling myself I need to perfect my mission, but the truth is, I’m not ready to deny myself. I’ve always done things my way and I’m not about to change that anytime soon. I’m having way too much fun watching her. Playing with her. Exploring her not so innocent body. Then there’s the thrill of standing over her as she struggles to breathe—knowing she’s suffering because of me. Fuck, it’s a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. Intoxicating, consuming and powerful as fuck. It gets me so fucking hard every time. Solid as a motherfucking rock.
She’s becoming my obsession. A bittersweet addiction. One I know I’ll have to give up in the end. I’ve told myself I can walk away anytime. This stupid bitch doesn’t mean anything to me. She’s nothing more than a convenient means to an end.When she’s finally served her purpose, she’ll be no more. Like she never existed. Sent straight back to the earth, dust to dust.
That thought pleases my corrupt mind, but the truth is I’m hooked. Addicted. She’s fast becoming my own heavenly brand of crack. My body is constantly craving her touch. Desperate for a hit. Just another fix. Refusing to walk away. Determined to prevent the deadly comedown. The inevitable crash waiting to consume my mind and body. Instead, I keep coming back, foolishly riding the high while I still can—before this fucked up situation comes crashing down around us. Around all of us.
I’ve gone too far. Overstepped the line in my sick and twisted game. Hellbent on revenge and destruction, but I won’t apologize for my actions. Nor the damage caused. This needed to happen, and one day soon it needs to end.
I just don’t know how or when.
I pull my dick free and fist my solid length, squeezing hard while palming from root to tip, gliding up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. Leaning in closer, I breathe her in, savoring her sweet vanilla scent while my hand pumps faster, picking up speed as I imagine my free hand wrapping around her throat. Her soft flesh warming my palms as I squeeze with just enough pressure before forcing my dick inside her smart-ass mouth. My hips move automatically as the images consume me. Thrusting deep, filling her completely until she can’t take anymore. Until she’s gagging. Choking on my dick… almost falling unconscious from her depleting oxygen levels. The feel of her limp and lifeless body going cold on me as I continue to violate every fuckable inch of her.
I could have killed her a handful of times already, and fuck if I haven’t come close. As quick as snapping her exposedneck while she sleeps. Cutting a vital artery with a swift nick of my knife or by injecting a lethal dose straight into her veins, making her foam at the mouth; her heart stopping in seconds.
I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about every scenario long and hard. Make no mistake, when I’ve finished having my wicked way with her, I’ll be the one to end it. To end her.
This brat is mine to destroy. I’ll take great pleasure in fucking what’s left of her while she’s still warm. I’ll fill her with my cum so she can carry a part of me to the grave—into the next life. A firm and ever-present reminder of her sins, before sending her decomposing body, bloodied and bruised, back to where she came from.
Discarded.
Tossed into a pile. Just another victim in this deadly game of lies, deceit and destruction. Another victim in a long line of many, but this one hits different. This time it’s personal. And as much as I want to hurt her, to break her beyond repair, to damage her beyond recognition, I know that disposing of her too soon would be too easy. Too final.
No, playing with her is far more appealing. A welcome challenge and one I couldn’t refuse. This is my end game. My rules, played on my terms.
“Caleb,” she pants beneath me, my name falling from her lips on a heated whisper. A sound I’m becoming all too familiar with. A sound which speaks to my dark and corrupted soul like no other and I smirk, happy in the knowledge even her subconscious mind can’t get enough of me.
I made a promise to myself that while she has air in her lungs and her heart beats freely, she’ll never escape my relentless pursuit.
Tracing the outline of her swollen lips, I notice the flush of color rising on her cheeks, emphasizing the small dusting of freckles on her button nose. She looks peaceful as her auburn hair fans across the pillow and I savor it all. Committing it to memory so I can torture myself some more when she’s out of my sight—but never my mind.
Some would call her perfect.
Dane and Cameron seem to think so. Admittedly, I can’t deny her raw beauty, but I prefer to call it torture. An inconvenience I don’t need. A distraction I never saw coming, this brat was sent to me as a challenge. The ultimate test: but what she doesn’t know is that I failed that test years ago.
“This isn’t your fault, princess.” I remind her, as I do every time I creep into her room. “But someone has to pay for what they did. Turns out that someone is you. It has to be you. Sure, it might not seem fair, and even though you’ll never truly understand my reasons, you have to trust me. You need to believe this is right and just.”
Her body shudders under my touch, her skin temperature dropping as my fingers search her body, traveling south, slowly gliding from her jaw… down her neck before slowing at the base. Pausing to feel the beat of her steady pulse, thrumming gently under my thumb.
Knowing I can end this… snuffing the life out of her at any given moment, fuck it does something wild and feral to me. It feeds my soul—spurring me on. Making my hollow heart come alive, eradicating the emptiness. The detachment I’m forced to carry. If only for a short while.
Continuing south, a sharp hiss escapes me as the curve of her breast fills my palm. So soft. So fucking perfect. I massageit gently before squeezing harder. Her nipple hardens under my touch as I roll and pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, losing myself as a wild and feral need to touch and claim every part of her takes over me, becoming my whole personality.
My dick throbs violently as I continue to caress her soft creamy flesh as it glistens under the moonlight seeping in through the window. A stark contrast against my scarred and callous hands.
Smooth against rough.
Fire against ice.
Every guy’s wet dream against her never-ending nightmare.
Who would have thought this feisty brat would be so easy to mold and condition. To become so submissive. Obedient. Such a good fucking girl. Well, she doesn’t have much choice right now. Not when she’s out cold. But I know my life would be so much sweeter if she was this compliant in the real world. Back in the land of the fucking living. If she behaved while she was conscious then I wouldn’t need to drug her as much.
Her breathing slows some more as I continue to chase my release, drawing closer as I fuck my hand, knowing I’ll be fucking her dirty little mouth soon enough. Then I’ll claim her tight little pussy too and when she calms the fuck down, her ass will be mine too. She’ll probably protest, act all offended but the little slut will love every fucking second.
But first this brat needs discipline. She needs to show me how much of a good girl she can be in the big bad world. She needs to prove her loyalty to me and my brothers before she earns that kind of reward.
