Page 65 of Beastly Armory
“I thought you weren’t mine, huh? Isn’t that what you said? Livia, you just fucked some rando to piss me off.”
A deep sigh leaves my lungs as I purpose my gaze out the passenger window into the dark night. Max finally drops my hand, only to put a finger under my chin and force me to turn to him. “I didn’t fuck anyone else. As much as I wanted to cut every inch of your infection out of my skin, I couldn’t do it. You’re my brand of poison. And I only drink what’s bad for me.”
That emotion of being together in the room returns and my throat clenches with relief. His confession fills me with that never-ending ache and longing for him all over again. Maybe, for once, my hope isn’t a bad thing. What if we could actually work?
Gathering his hand off my face, I press my lips to his fingertips one at a time. “I’m yourpoison, huh?”
Max relaxes in his seat and smiles while looking back at the road. “Yeah.”
“You’re mine, too.”
Lacing our fingers back together, he says, “Yep. I am. Always have been.”
Seventeen
MAXIMILLIAN
Pulling off the highway, I choose a small town, not a major city to hunker down in. We’re hours outside Lecherton, in case Sosa’s men find us. It’s the dead of night and we need to clean up and rest. Stealing a glance at my little fox, she doesn’t object when I pull into a piece of shit motel a few miles away from the exit.
“Do I look presentable?” I ask, waving my hands down the front of my stained suit.
“Just tell them you had a bad shaving accident.” One side of her deliciously plump lips curls up, and I want to suck them off her face. Thinking about the blood covering her body and my cum still inside her makes my dick twitch.
The car is still running when I get out in case foxy needs to split. A cloud of marijuana smoke billows out of the small motel office when I open the glass door, but looking around, I don’t see anyone attending the smallcounter. After ringing a bell, a lanky kid with bloodshot eyes comes out and barely even looks at me. “Yeah?”
“Just a king-sized room if you have one.” I pay for the room and grab the key without raising any suspicion. Once we park and I grab our bags, I shove Livia inside the door. My cock is requiring service again.
Snapping my fingers, I point to the bathroom door. “Shower. Now.”
“You’re so demanding.” She trails fingers up my chest as she smiles.
“Not yet, but I will be. Move your ass, little fox.” As she walks in front of me, I spank her firm cheeks while we both peel off our sticky clothes, dropping them on the crusty carpet.
As soon as we get inside the small tub, I pick up my fox by her thick bottom and shove her against the tiles. My teeth find the crook of her neck and sink in, sucking with my tongue as her cry of shocked pain deafens my ear. I wrap one hand around her tiny neck and hold it there. No pressure yet, just getting a feel for how easy it will be to crush it underneath my firm tendons and eager fingers.
Pink waves of blood sheets off under the pelts of hot water. With her legs spread wide for me, I don’t hesitate and shove myself fully inside her sheath with a low moan reverberating past my lips. “I loved fucking you in his blood. Cutting him wide open and letting him spray all over you.” My head relaxes back with a groan as I inject her with the first thrust of my hips. “Believe that I will kill any man who tries to touch what’s mine, littlefox.” And I will. Anyone so much as looks at my girl from now on is getting his eyes removed. She needs to understand how serious I am. “Nod if you understand, foxy.”
Each finger tightens its grip around her windpipe as her golden eyes widen, but her pussy clenches. Pressing my chest more firmly into hers, the air is squeezed from her lungs with a raspy gasp, as the look on her face dazes when she begins to lose consciousness. Before she’s completely out, I demand, “Nod your head, foxy. Then come all over my cock.”
Each sparkling fleck of her hazel eyes fades to a muted olive, but it’s not time to let up. Her legs lock behind me as she rides my cock like a toy, using the wall as leverage. At the peak of her orgasm, a guttural sound tries to escape her open mouth, but I clamp down tighter until she croaks.
This is her punishment and my pleasure. I could kill her for allowing that dude inside her, but if I do, I’d be no better than Franklin Von Dovish, the boogeyman of her nightmares. Vile hatred gushes around in my gut thinking about that slimy fuck inside her tonight. It would be easy to just continue squeezing the life out of her like this.
Her entire body freezes against mine, clasping my cock in as tight of a grip as I have on her neck until I can barely move inside her. She’s almost gone now, almost out of air. The whites of her eyes have lost moisture, are focused on what’s she’s seeing in an afterlife. If she dies here under my grasp, our time together would be too short.
But I realize… I can’t live without her. And I don’t want to.
Easing the grip on her throat, I observe each color come back into her eyes like a movie fading into a bright autumn scene. Olive to brown to gold... Her scream echoes around the ceramic pink tiles as she climaxes until every tiny fasciculation in her muscles relaxes with elation. She’s given up any resistance to me. I don’t even need to ask her anymore; her body has told me she has accepted me as her truth.
Every cell of blood in my body works its way to my cock, and I want to inject it all inside her, so we are mixed in every way. If I don’t have her, I have nothing. She’s the reason for my existence now. As my cum shoots into her, I whisper the prayer of her name over her ear. “Livia.”
Gripping my wet hair, she claims me with her mouth. For several minutes, we stay like this, combined as one, while I continue pumping into her with a semi-hard dick. She washes each strand on my head with her fingers and bathes my lips with her tongue. Peeling back, I place my forehead to hers, the water dripping off our lashes onto each other’s cheeks. Heaving breaths flow between our mouths.
“Fuck. Your pussy is my heaven.” Letting her body slide down the wall, I kiss her temple. “Let me clean you up.” We take turns washing each other’s bodies with soap while our mouths find each other’s in between strokes of the rough cloth. Using my hands for comfort, I massage her arms, the back of her neck, her ass cheeks, and her legs.
Once we’re cleaned up and dried off, I pull her onto the hard mattress and throw the stiff white sheet over us. Tucking her into my arm, she lifts her face to mine for another deep kiss.
This. This right here is where I want to be. Despite the mildewy smell of the room and the loud hum of the old heating unit, I never want to leave. All the evils within Gnarled Pine evaporate with the heat of her curves spilling onto my hard chest. The steady thump of her heart beats through her bones that resonates into mine. It’s enough to send shock waves through my ancient pains, break them up, and destroy them into tiny pieces. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.