Page 76 of All Your Hate
My breath hitches and the world falls away from me.
Slowly, I lower myself in front of him. Taking his cock in one hand, he grabs the back of my head with the other.
“I’m going to make sure that the only man you ever remember on your skin is me. Now open,” he orders and I press my lips tighter together. Not out of fear. No, it’s like I want to fight him at every turn. Ultimately I don’t want to win against him, I just want to know I tried. If it has to be him that’s the victor then I don’t mind being the spoils.
“Who killed for you? Who took you in to protect you? Who made it so you can never be lost again?”
My back throbs at that last part and I realize he’s right. As much as I don’t want this thing under my skin, it means I’ll never be taken away again. I’ll only ever be where he wants me.
“Use your words.”
“You,” I say shakily as I stare at the terrifyingly long cock right in front of my face, the piercings glistening with precum and water.
“And what does that make you?”
My eyes snap up to his.
Bones looks down at me like he owns me, but it’s a different feeling from how I was owned before.
“Yours,” I say truthfully.
Knowing what comes next, I willingly open my mouth. He slides his cock over my tongue, making sure I taste every inch of him until he’s hitting the back of my throat. He was right. All I can sense ishim. He’s taken over every aspect of my body and mind leaving no room for anyone else.
It’s ruthless, and brutal and I like it. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember. In this moment all I want is him.
He pulls out and smiles darkly down at me. “You take me so well.”
I let my tongue hang out as I wait for him to thrust in again. He toys with me, rubbing the tip over my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. Smearing precum and saliva everywhere.
When he pushes in deep, my lips close around him, sucking him in further, refusing to let go. My eyelashes flutter as I indulge myself in the taste of him. Spicy, musky and all mine.
My nails claw into his thighs, dragging down as my fingers curl and leaving vibrant red lines behind on his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, making me look up. His shirt is soaked, plastered to his body. All of his dark tattoos are visible through the transparent fabric and every one of his muscles stands out in divine perfection.
He’s disgustingly beautiful and it pisses me off. So much so that my blood heats and my pussy throbs.
Sensing my change in energy, he moves us so the water hits the top of my head and floods my mouth along with his cock. I catch his devious smile before the water blinds me. I try to pull back, but he holds me in place, keeping me at his mercy.
When he finally pulls out he leans over me, blocking the water with his body. I struggle to breathe and he laughs. He fucking laughs. “Bastard,” I growl, glaring up at him, water still stinging my eyes.
“Who’s in your head?”
“Not you.”
Bones cocks his brow, knowing full well that’s a lie.
When he brings me towards his cock again I’m prepared for him. Grabbing his hand, I pull myself to my feet and shove him into the tiles. My nails claw deep into his chest, leaving more scratches behind and I catch him smiling before my lips crush his.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, biting his bottom lip.
He lets out a long low groan as he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me up, spinning us so we swap positions and he thrusts into me. I scream out as he hits that perfect spot with his piercing. “Fuck you!” I scream again. “I hate you and your freakish dick.”
He laughs and fucks me harder. Slamming me back against the tiles each time. I lose my voice as he hits me deep, his length making my stomach cramp from the sharp jab of pain against my cervix.
“I love you and your perfect pussy,” he sighs, drawing back to look down at where he’s pounding into me.
Love.He can’t possibly believe that. I’ve been used up and spat out. I’m a broken mess of a person. Not even I love me.