Page 12 of The Price Of Possession

Her focus drifts in and out. Her plush lips drip drool. I slam into her with brutal force, rattling the dresser. Fuck gentle. I can't do it. She lets out a piercing howl when I breach her inner walls, her eyes coming back to life. She's tight as fuck. I slam into her repeatedly. I know I'm hurting her, but it's the only way to satiate my savage side. Her face turns a delightful shade of blue and purple. Just like before . . .

So.God.Damn.Beautiful.

Her nails dig into the wood varnish.

Shit falls off the dresser with each rough thrust. I close my eyes and force myself to drop my hands from her throat before she passes out. Fuck, I want to push her to the edge again. How far can I go with her?

No. Don't be fucking stupid, Kieran. Keep the crazy reigned in.

I snatch her roughly, gripping her wrists, forcing them behind her back. Her hips are gonna be bruised tomorrow. Can’t bring myself to give a fuck. If anything, it makes me harder. She whimpers. Her blonde hair falls over the side of her face in a waterfall. Tears fall from her eyes, but she remains focused on me like I told her. Those eyes are an endless void. So broken. So vitiated. I’m high as fuck, but I've been so fucking lucid. I use one hand to keep her wrist captive, while using the other to slam her head against the dresser top again.

“This is what you like. Being used. Being fucked. Cry harder, Nightshade. Let me see those tears, baby. I want to hear you,” I pant, pounding into her harder. I'm on the cusp of orgasm, quicker than I've ever been. My muscles contract. My vision blurs. She's pulling me down the depths of her hell. I have to swim to the top before it swallows me whole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk!

I explode inside of her cunt. Hot ropes of cum spill out, overflowing down her thigh. She sags against the dresser like a used doll. I release my hold on her, tuck my cock away and take a step back, waiting for her to move. She doesn’t. She remains a statue with her hands behind her back with her face pressed against the dresser.

“Get on the damn bed,” my voice shakes with half crazed hysteria and half desire. If she thought I was finished, she’d be fucking wrong. It isn't my usual MO to worry about pleasure of the bitches I fuck, but some sick part of me wants to watch as she comes apart for me. I want to mark her skin again. The fucked up tendencies don't relent from my mind despite release.

She walks robotically to the bed in only her heels, corset, and cum soaked thong. I tilt my head to examine her. I salivate. I want to strip her inner sanctum apart like sinew.

When she doesn't move fast enough, I force her onto her back and climb on top of her.

My legs rest on top of her thighs, holding her captive. I cover her

mouth with my palm.

Her eyes bulge while she claws at my biceps. I'm twice her size. I chuff. I thought I could resist my tendencies with her. The lines are starting to blur. I know if I fuck this up Zain and Vesper will lose their shit. She’s the one toy I can't have but fuck I want to push her. I want to see how far I can go.

“You can breathe . . . for now,” I remind her. I want to have her to myself and relive my sick fantasies. I want to push my limits of depravity with her. I've had my fair share of bitches flip their shit at my twisted ideals. With her, I don't want to set limits. How far can I go? How far until she shatters? The endless possibilities swim in my brain. How long until those lashes are streaked with mascara from my immorality.

I use my free hand to rip the thong from her body. Her cum soaked cunt is bared to me, taunting my sanity.

I reach into my nightstand. Her eyes follow my movements. Her muffled cries only further push my violent tendencies. “I know what you're going to say. I'm insane. I'm fucked up. I need therapy. It isn't news,” I scoff, pulling out a large piercing needle from the drawer. It's been a minute since I've added a new hole to my body. My ears, cartilage and tongue are fully loaded. But her skin is virgin. Bare. Her eyes bug out the moment she puts two and two together.

“Indulge me.”

My vision is distorted. My head is pounding like I've downed three bottles of liquor in succession. There's gaps in my memories. Between the alcohol, pills, and weed, I disassociated again, falling prey to my own swirling past. The last thing I remember is Kieran fucking me, and I let him. Again. He unleashes something within me. Pain? Self-loathing? Hatred? The same sadness I see in myself, I see in him. I want to cipher his secrets. I smack my lips together a few times. My mouth is dry like sawdust. My entire body is sore.

He took what he wanted and left no doubt. My eyes flutter open. They struggle adjusting to the bright light above the bed.

“Nightshade. It's time to live out the fantasies you crave,” a gruff voice rolls through my ears. I blink a few times until my vision regains focus. Kieran's massive body is bolted on top of me.

“There she is,” he cocks his head to the side. His green eyes are icy and cold. His curls are wild and untamed.

I crinkle my nose and grumble. “Get the fuck off of me!” I use my weight to attempt to free myself, but he doesn't budge. Of course he doesn't. My fists bang against his hardened chest. Then I realize, I’m naked. Butt ass naked. My hands fall to the cold satin sheets.

A smirk curls his lips. “You're a beautiful canvas. I couldn't help myself. The only regret is not getting to hear your cries.” His lips creep over my neck. His tattooed hand strokes my blonde strands from my face. I'm too stunned to fight. What the fuck happened? What psycho bullshit is this?

“Wha—” I stop myself. The ache. A strong ache between my legs stops me in my tracks. He finally pushes off me, leaving me empty and cold. My gaze snaps down and I see it. A fresh piercing. On my fucking clit.

“Are you serious?!” I screech, dumbfounded.

He trots over to the dresser. He leans against it and tilts his head to the side. “Relax,” he says nonchalantly. He digs a joint from his pocket and lights it. He takes a slow drag.

Relax.

Relax?