She’s panting still, the aftershocks rolling through her and causing her to twitch over me like a malfunctioning robot.
Her pussy is hovering mere inches above my cock, and I’m nearly blind with
the need to sink myself so deep inside her, I come out the other end. I could do it
so fucking easily, especially while she’s still recovering.
The urge to hurt. To damage and cause pain, to bend, and break—it’s always
going to be there. I will always want to rip Addie to shreds for my own sick enjoyment, but that doesn’t negate my need to protect her. To treasure and hold on to her like she’s the plastic rose my mother gave me.
I’m so fucking in love with her, and while my love is brutal and ruthless, it’s
also nurturing. Choosing when to be kind and when to let go will always be an
uphill fucking battle.
And this is one of those moments where I need to tame the beast. As much as
it makes my dick want to fall off from pain.
Addie turns her eyes to me, peeking at me almost shyly beneath her thick lashes. The ends of her damp hair are plastered to her wet body, molding around her round tits and over her ribs. Water droplets slowly trail down every part of
her, and I can’t decide which one to lick first.
Fuck. I really, really don’t want to be kind right now. I want to put the devil to
shame.
“Turn around,” I tell her, voice tight and hoarse. She slowly shakes her head,
then lowers herself on the ridge of my cock, forcing it to lie flat against my stomach. Then, she begins to slide up and down my length, enveloping me in her wet heat.
A growl rips from my throat, and my hips jerk up as a threat.
“Don’t fucking test me, Adeline.”
“You won’t fuck me,” she drawls, her pink lips curling into a smile.
“Don’t be so sure of that. I can do a lot of things, but resisting your sweet little pussy is hardly one of them.”
“You know I wouldn’t forgive you,” she says, a wicked glint in her eye.
Snarling, I seize her by the throat and bring her in close. “Your hatred has always tasted like heaven, little mouse. If I have to spend the rest of my life on my knees, then I will use my mouth for more than just begging for your forgiveness.” I grin sinisterly, and her breath hitches. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be kneeling beside me.”
She shakes her head, refusing to back down. The little wench rolls her hips,
gliding her pussy up to the tip, then down to the base again, drawing my balls up
tight. Her eyes flutter as she rubs her clit against me, uncaring how precariously
her life hangs over the knife.
“Just stay like this,” she whispers, repeating the motion again and again until
I’m close to snapping her neck like a goddamn toothpick.
My nerve endings ignite, and my body goes numb with pleasure. I’m no more
conscious of how tightly I’m squeezing her neck than I am of life outside of the
girl grinding against me. I’ll die if she stops, but there’s every chance she’ll die before I can finish.
It’s taking everything in me to keep my hips still. Her little hand wraps around my wrist, and it’s then I notice that every vein in my body is protruding from my skin.
Forcefully, she pushes my shoulders back until I’m slamming into the back of
the porcelain tub, ripping my hand from her throat. She sucks in a deep breath
but doesn’t stop gyrating against me.
My hands move to her round hips, and there’s no stopping me from jerking her further against me, taking over her grinding and setting a pace of my own.
Pleasure is pooling in the base of my spine, and I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I draw closer to release.
It’s when I’m lost to pleasure that I’m overpowered easily. She lifts up on her
knees, away from my pulsating cock, and just when I was getting ready to explode.
Instantly, I’m overcome with frustration I’ve never felt in my life.
“I swear to fucking God, Adeline, if you don’t sit back down right fucking now—” She slaps her hand over my mouth, and she might as well have stuck a lightning rod up my ass—I’m so goddamn shocked.
“Shh, baby,” she whispers, a slight grin curling her lips.
Fuck. Her.
She wins.
And she already knows this, moving to wrap her hand around the base of my
dick and point it upward. All words die on my tongue, completely forgotten as
she gently lowers herself until the tip is breaching her entrance.
Her voice shakes as she says, “I’m in control, Zade. Not you. Me.”
She drops her hand, her eyes pinned to me, a raging fire so hot, they look like liquid pools of whiskey.
My fucking favorite.
I clench my teeth, the fragile bones in my gums threatening to crumble as she
lowers herself further until her tight heat consumes the tip of my cock. The side
of my fist cracks into the tub, nearly unhinged from how incredible she feels.
“Fuck, Addie—”
Leaning forward, she plants both hands low on my hips, pressing down
firmly. Her arms push her breasts together, and if I weren’t so close to erupting,
I’d have them between my teeth.
“Don’t move,” she sighs, breathless and raspy with desire.
I can feel the flames shooting from my eyes as I glare at her. I’m hardened steel and could shatter diamonds across my dick, but my control has always been nonexistent with her.
This is the worst torture a man can endure, yet I will gladly suffer through it if
it means getting even an inch of her wrapped around me.
“Don’t let that control slip from your fingers because if it does, I will be responsible for every one of my actions. I’ll fuck you so deeply, you’ll be crying for me to stop, and I won’t, Adeline. You’ll have to fucking kill me before that
happens, and I will die without a shred of remorse.”
They always say eyes are windows to the soul, and fuck if it isn’t true because
I can see the fear invading her body. Yet she still gets off on it just as much as
she used to when I was only a shadow in the night.
Her pussy clenches, and I feel her arousal leaking down my length, drawing
out a deep, guttural growl from my chest.
Hot water pools mid-level to my thighs, sloshing when she readjusts to
balance herself better.