Page 27 of The Price Of Possession

The kiss only distracts her for so long. Her eyes go wide with fear when I click it open, lighting up the umbral darkness of the cemetery. The flame comes alive in the corner of my eye, dancing in the pale moonlight. She breaks the kiss, snapping her head toward the dancing light. Her breast rises and falls in bewilderment. I love how she never knows what to expect from me. I'm a wild card baby. “I'm gonna show you how fucked they are, sweetheart.” I kiss the edge of her mouth tenderly, a stark contrast to what I'm about to be doing. She wants a taste, I'll give it to her.

The flame inches toward her stomach. Her eyes pinch in confusion. She sucks in a big gulp of air. “Kier—”

Her words are cut off by an ear-piercing scream. The flame scorches her skin. She bucks becoming combative, but I force her down with a swift push against her sternum with my palm. She's tiny compared to me. So easily forced into my madness, so malleable.

The pain radiates through her body like a jolt. She passes out almost instantly. Part of me is disappointed, I've grown accustomed to her fierce attitude. But as always, having a bitch comatose satiates the beast within me. The lighter clicks off for a moment so I can get my cock positioned. I widen my stance. My cock is stone hard still, if not more than it's ever been. I line myself up against her entrance with my free hand, sliding into her tight hole.

Her pussy swallows my dick whole. I tap the end of the lighter against her piercing. I shiver, gasping at how quickly my cock wants to explode. Sweat breaks on my brow despite the winter chill. My chest is heavy with lead. All I want is to shatter her. My nerves are shot. I've been dying to abuse a bitch just like before, to assert my dominance and power.

I flick the lighter on again and move within her slowly, keeping a slow tempo otherwise I will spill like a high school rookie. The bright orange flicker lights up her face. Inching the fire closer to her stomach, I start getting to work while I fuck her cunt. I let the flame sear her skin, letter after letter. I'm no damn artist, but she will be a sight to see once I’m finished. The Void won't have her after she's mutilated and marked with my name.

Each stroke of the lighter on her creamy skin takes me closer to the edge. My thighs quiver. I come inside her no less than three times in the span of twenty minutes. A Goddamn record. This satiates the power I crave. To control. To own. To break. After I burn my name into her milky skin, I’m unable to stop snapping my hips into her like a savage beast. My balls slap against her ass with each thrust. My hips snap forward on their own accord, rocking back and forth embedding my cum deeper inside her walls like some kind of freak.

A hellish grin falls over my face. My cock is raw as hell, but I fuck through the ache. Shit, it spurs me on. No telling when the next time I'll get to overpower someone—mark someone, all without consequence. Especially her.

I'm on the cusp of pleasure. The feeling builds until I explode. My toes curl. My eyes squeeze shut tighter. I'm being stretched to my limits. Slow sensual thrusts rock my body. I hum in pleasure as my orgasm rips through me. The heat between my legs grows, refusing to relent. It's been a while since I've had a sex dream that was enjoyable.

Only . . . the feeling doesn't subside. It continues. My eyes snap open to a sweaty Kieran punching into me over and over. A wolfish grin is seated on his lips. His piercing eyes rake over me, scathing. I jolt forward, unable to formulate a sentence. I shove at his abdomen. This isn't a dream. This is real.

A deep pain radiates from my lower stomach. I groan, letting my body sag back against the cold metal surface again. His Bugatti. My heart rate slows but he still doesn't stop fucking me. His cock hits along my g-spot coaxing another orgasm from me like he has all the power. I whimper through it, riding the waves of pleasure. Guilt creeps in. “Stop.” The breathy word leave my throat as a plea. I search my brain for what is happening. It's jumbled, like a puzzle. The cold breeze slaps against my skin, snapping me to reality.

“Nah, I told you I'd show you the depths of their depravity. Welcome to my chaos, sweetheart,” his fingers dig deeper into my hips. I wince. My pussy is raw. He snaps our bodies together so tightly until he roars out his release like the wild beast he is. I feel fuller than I ever have. He fucks me through it, slowly. His eyes glaze over, going crescent. His entire body tremors. His words become sloppy and mumbled and, damn if it isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen despite the radiating sensation inside of me.

Clearly my stupid ass has Stockholm syndrome. This is insane.

I blink a few times, regaining my bearings. The last thing I remember was being burnt with his lighter before everything went dark. He releases my hips and wraps his tattooed hand around my throat. He uses his hold on me to maneuver me where he wants. If he keeps looking at me with his stupidly sexy fuck me eyes, I might lose all sense. He tips my jaw down. My eyes slowly follow his direction until it falls to my stomach. My heart sinks.

He . . .

My . . .

He slows his strokes to a sinfully tantalizing tease, knowing I'm about to cause pandemonium.

“Now you're safe from their depravity. This is what they're capable of,” he says maliciously in a low rasp. His chest is still undulating under the loose fabric clinging to his skin.

“You burned me . . . you—” a tear streaks down my cheek. I turn delirious with rage, but I find myself unable to register what he's done. Call it a delayed reaction, knowing I'm going to lose it later. I've always been superficial. He's ruined me. Marked me. No one will ever want me now. My body is utterly useless.

He looks unbothered. He pulls his cock free from me. I catch a glimpse of tattoos, scars and welts along his abdomen right near his v line. He quickly pulls his shirt down, blocking my view. The head of his cock is red and raw as if he's been at it for hours.

Judging by how sore I am, he has been. He rumbles as he slips his cock back inside his jeans, but leaves them unzipped, almost as a precursor of what is still to come. He tilts head, admiring the scourging of my skin.

“You mutilated me!” I screech, trying to sit forward, but my belly rolls make me groan the moment they fold over my burnt flesh.

“Oh God,” I whine, choking out words of despair. I snap my eyes closed and let the tears fall freely. I don't care how weak I appear. He's degraded me and taken away the one thing I was able to use to my advantage to gain a leg up in this screwed up system.

I lick my cracked lips fighting the urge to lose myself and go berserk.

I hug myself as if it'll shield me from his cold cruelty and to stop myself from doing something stupid. He's remanded me to nothing. My hair falls loosely over my face. Kieran doesn't move or even flinch, seemingly unbothered by my internal crisis. Why would he be? He doesn't have the capability to care for another human being. He's callous and cold.

“So perfectly broken,” he says impassively. An astute observation. I take a heavy breath in. Maybe I deserve this? Is this my penance?

He takes a tentative step in my direction. I remain unmoved, paralyzed. Tears mist my eyes. I feel myself faltering. My careful facade is cracking. I'm left with nothing. He's taken everything from me. “You're a beast.” I recite, knowing this isn't the first time I've called him that. My insides turn numb. The familiar feeling of emptiness I've worked so hard to overcome pulls me down to the stygian ocean depths. I'm crashing toward the eternal darkness of rock bottom. My heart rate slows to a dull thrum. I close my eyes, trying to ignore his suffocating presence.

A soft huff leaves his lips. “You're beautiful like this,” he murmurs, dark and demented.

His expression is full of contempt. His voice has a low timbre I've not heard from him. My hair stands tall along my neck. Against my better judgement, I peer forward through my tanglement of hair, well aware I'm a crying, sniffling disaster of a mess. But he doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn't care. I'm convinced he is incapable of feelings at all. His eyes drill into me with revelation. He takes in my disheveled appearance and hums.

“Beautiful?” I repeat. Maybe my ears are broken. I blink a few times. “You raped me. You kidnapped me. And to top it off, you scarred the only thing I had left to offer in this world,” I shout. My entire body shakes. Something within me snaps. I lunge forward off the hood of his Bugatti, pouncing on him like a lioness. He's a big, rippling male whereas, I'm a tiny little thing. He stumbles back, toppling to his ass on the hard gravel. I bang my tiny fists on his chest letting out all my pent-up rage and aggression, unaffected by how insanely wild I look. A surge of adrenaline fills my veins.