Page 21 of Madness & Mayhem

“Yes, baby. I want to hurt you very much. So much so I can feel the tremble in my wrists as I hold myself back from tearing you apart.”

Suddenly, it’s as if a fire lights underneath her. She tears out of my hold, spinning around until we’re face to face. She gets close, so I can see her damp, twisted lips, her burning eyes, her pink cheeks.

“You have no right to be angry with me. You lied to me, you played games with me. You pretended to be someone you weren’t.” Her eyes grow watery. “Every time I feel like I can get over it, the image of Creed dead on the ground comes back to me. The sound of Vienna crying.” She wipes her tears viciously, until all I can focus on is her constant flow of tears that roll down her cheeks. “You killed my father. You tried to kill Eloise.”

I open my mouth, ready to tear her apart for the accusation, but she’s right.

Iwasgoing to kill Eloise.

That was in the beginning, when my plan was to kill everyone.

Leaning forward, my fingers curl around her shoulder, and I hold her in place. The tension grows between us, until it’s crackling. Anger, viciousness, death popping through the air.

We’re angry. We’re vengeful.

We’ve both been wrong. We’ve both been right. Neither of us want to feel pain but want to give each other it all.

Yet I want to protect her, and I can tell underneath it all, she wants to protect me.

We just don’t know how to protect one another without hurting each other in the process.

I push her down, my fingertips bruising her skin. She fights against me, but I fight harder, agony ripping through me as we fall to the mattress. We grapple with each other, both of us squeezing, clawing, ripping at each other’s clothes until we’re naked, our chests heaving as we stare at one another.

“I hate you sometimes,” she whines, tears tracking down her cheeks.

“I hate you, too,” I whisper against her lips. My fingers curl under her thighs, and I pull her leg around my hip. She clenches me tight with her thighs. I can feel a trickle of blood seep from the wound, dripping to Lakyn’s stomach. She tremors, and I breathe heavily, my eyes slits above her. “But I love you more,” I rasp.

Her face scrunches. “Do you really love me, or do you just enjoy the hunt?”

I cup her face, lining the tip of my cock up between her legs, ready to demolish the girl I love to hate, and hate to love. “More than anything in the world, I enjoy hunting the girl I love.”

Thrusting forward, I watch as she arches her back, her eyes widening in a mix of pleasure and pain. My wound begins dripping again, wetting her dried red skin, repainting it a dark crimson.

“I love you, Reign, and I fucking hate you so much right now,” she whimpers.

I grab onto her wrists, lacing my fingers with hers as I press them against the bed. I get up on my knees, thrusting into her roughly, listening as the bed creaks gently beneath us. The air in the room grows heavy, crackling as if the atmosphere can feel the wild energy we create.

It’s love; it’s madness.

It’s a fucking mayhem that we can’t control, but we thrive in it, because it’s meant to be.

We’re meant to be, no matter how wrong we are together, we’re meant to be.

She lets out a moan, her face softening as pleasure takes over, her neck arched, her face painted red. She looks savage, a fucking beautiful wild animal as she revels in the inhibited pleasure she feels.

I grind my hips, circling them as I stare at the slender column of her throat. My marks are there, though they’re faint, faded, her creamy skin healing around them.

I slip my mask up slightly as I lean forward, my lips sinking into the dip of her neck. My lips press against the smooth skin, and I curl them, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh, my teeth sinking deep, until I can feel the skin break, her warm blood flowing around my lips.

She lets out a loud moan, echoing through the room, and I pull back as I slide my mask down, watching as a drop of blood sinks down her neck, into the dip of her collarbone.

I speed up my thrusts, watching her creamy and red skin shake with each thrust, listening as her moans pick up volume, until she’s screaming, crying out softly, her chest humming against mine.

“Yes, Lakyn, cry for me. I want the tears that track down your cheeks. I want the blood that pumps in your heart. I want to hold your fragile bones in my hands. I will never let you slip between my fingers. You are mine, Lakyn, and you should let the world know it.”

I lick my lips, tasting her blood, loving the sweetness as it covers my tongue.

“Fuck me, Reign. Fuck me hard.”