Page 52 of All Your Pain

He made me so many promises of loving me and protecting me but maybe I’ve been foolish to trust him at all.

“Dean!” I say, louder this time.

“You're okay, sweet girl, just let me use your pretty little hole, you can go back to sleep if you need to." He runs his hands up my naked chest, I know I went to bed with a shirt on.How did he manage to undress me without waking me?“Fuck, you're so tight, baby. Love this pussy so fucking much. So fucking good for me.”

My thoughts start to disappear as the mix of blinding pleasure and pain take me to the peak that I’ve come to crave so much.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His words are like an oath I have no choice but to submit to as my body breaks beneath him and I’m slamming my hips up meeting his every thrust as I come.

He bites down on one of my nipples, hard enough to draw blood and it heightens my orgasm enough to make me see stars. I clutch at his shoulders and dig my nails in, wanting to hurt him as much as he’s hurting me. He tilts his head to kiss my arm and says, “you’re so fucking beautiful when you come. You can give me another one can’t you?”

I shake my head and weakly say, “no, Dean, please.”But please what?I’m not sure.

If I come again, I’m pretty sure I’ll lose consciousness but I don’t want to not feel the intoxicating pleasure that is coming around his cock.

He rubs his fingers along my lips and stares down at me with his jaw slack and his eyes about to roll back into his head.

Is he drunk?

I’m about to ask but he seizes the opportunity to push four of his fingers into my mouth until he hits my throat and I gag.

Then I taste blood.

I grab his wrist and try to pull him out but I can’t move him at all.

His fingers massage my throat from the inside and he says, “you taste that baby? That’s proof of what I’ll do to anyone that tries to come between us. I’ll kill anyone that dares to even look at you. Your body is mine alone to use and adore.” He finally removes his fingers and I gag loudly as I choke on the mix of blood and spit that’s pooled on my tongue.

“What the fuck, Dean? Whose blood is that? What the hell’s wrong with you?” He's not listening. Just brutally fucking me.Using me.

I spit the blood that he left in my mouth on to his face and he stills as he wipes it off. I brace myself for him to retaliate, to punish me but he stares at his hand and smiles.

He repositions himself, shuffling his knees up with his cock still inside me until my ass is on his lap. Then he grabs my hips, pulls out so just the tip is inside me and slams into me so hard it’s like he’s battering my cervix.

I can’t even cry out as the pain leaves me breathless.

“Wrong with me? You should be thanking me, little kitten. No one will take you away from me. I’ll make fucking sure of it.Now, you’re going to be a good girl and come for me again, aren’t you?”

I beat at his chest and scratch at his face but it’s like it doesn’t even register. He starts to strum his fingers on my clit and it’s so ready to be touched that I come almost instantly.

This time I’m left wiped out and I can barely move.

His thrusts send me sliding up the bed until my head bangs against the headboard.

“Dean,” I try to choke out but he’s not listening. His eyes are closed and his head tilts back as he uses me.

There’s more blood on his neck and jaw and I know it’s not his. He killed someone tonight, but of course I’m not surprised. This is who he is. A ruthless psychotic killer and I fell so easily for his charm, all it took was one smile.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls and his eyes flash open, pinning me down harder than his hands ever could.

I purse my lips, unable to tell him what he wants when he demands it so brutally.

As much as my body craves this dangerous side of him I’ve come to want his gentle touches and kindness to keep me sane in his deadly games.

“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.” He forces each word out with a vicious thrust of his hips.

I shake my head and close my eyes forcing tears out that I didn’t even know were there. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes harder than he ever has before.

“De—,” I try to say his name but it’s cut off. I claw at his hand trying to pry his fingers off me but it’s no use. He squeezes tighter and tighter until my vision blackens and there’s so much pressure in my chest and head.