Rage

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Sara

“ N ow you are going to let me suck your cock,” I tell him while my chest is heaving up and down.

“Right here?” he asks me while coming closer to me. I drop onto my knees, and they hit the pool of blood. My dress is now fully covered in it, and it’s a transition as I see it. I don’t need this whole empire, because I have Adam. He lets me be myself. I unbuckle his pants, take his briefs off, and he steps out of them. His cock springs out and I grab him. I spit on his dick and I start licking his balls. Adam grabs my hair and starts moaning.

“Fuck, Fury, I forgot how fucking perfect you are.” And I believe him. I put my mouth on his cock and I start sucking him. I hollow my mouth so I can take more of him. This obsession I always had with him, isn’t something I can bury. All of these months I thought my place was in my dad’s empire, but he betrayed me. Adam never did. He was always honest with me, and I need that. Is he insane? Yes. Is he obsessive? Yes. But, is he mine? Fucking yes. He pushes his dick further into my mouth so it’s hitting the back of my throat. Tears are starting to form in my eyes.

“Take this dick in your mouth, Fury. Show me how much you have missed me.” So, I do. My right hand is holding onto his dick, while my left-hand goes under my wedding dress. I start rubbing my clit to heighten this exquisite feeling.

“Push two fingers into your throbbing pussy and fuck yourself with them. But don’t you dare come onto your fingers, otherwise I will make you drink up this asshole’s blood.” His commands always make me even more wet. I know I shouldn’t want this, him, but I can’t seem to walk away. Per his instructions, I push two fingers into myself. In and out is the rhythm I’m holding onto, and all the while I am imagining it’s his dick. My hand, which was around his cock, is now scratching his leg. This is my sign to tell him that I’m almost there.

“Oh, I don’t fucking think so,” he tells me. Adam takes his dick out of my mouth, and when he looks down at me, I only see trouble. His eyes are laughing for him, his maniacal side showing. He is now standing behind me and with his foot, he pushes me into the pool of blood. I make sure to close my eyes and mouth before my face hits the blood-soaked ground. I prop myself up on my elbows to give myself some grace. Adam lowers his body onto my back, and I am immediately enveloped in his warm cocoon. With one swift move, he enters from behind, and I cry out in ecstasy. His dick is hitting all of the good spots, and my orgasm is gushing out of me. The waves of pleasure are running down my thighs. Adam comes inside of me, and when I try to get away, he pushes his cum back into me with his thick fingers.

I stand up, and when I look at him, I see the look of complete satisfaction. I should’ve expected this look. He is zipping up and picking up his knife and gun. He puts the knife back into his waistband and holsters the gun.

“See how easy it is to listen, Fury?” His question is laced with sarcasm. I cross my arms.

“Don’t make me regret this, Adam. You may have remembered our promise, but you did it quite brutally,” I tell him, and he just shrugs. Months ago, I broke up with Adam since I didn’t want my life to be controlled by him. I felt like he wasn’t seeing the real me, but in hindsight, he was the only one that ever did. To make him even more pissed off, or so I thought, I told him that I was getting married. My first thought was that Adam wasn’t going to let me go at that time, but he did. When I asked him why, he told me no matter what I did, or with whom, I would always end up with him. I was so stunned by his revelation he promised something to me. He assured me he would get me, no matter the cost. I didn’t think he'd follow through, so I one-upped him with my addendum to his promise. I told him if he could break through the security of my wedding, he could do whatever he wanted to get to me. Well, he succeeded.

What also makes me go with him so easily is because of what I overheard between my now-dead fiancé and father. Yesterday, I was looking for my dad, and when I stood outside of his study, my blood ran cold. He wasn’t ready to give up his throne to a woman, and that’s the sole reason why he wanted Haris to marry me. That piece of shit would have gotten my rightful place as the king of one of the most feared assassin syndicates. I couldn’t run away, being under the watchful eye of my dad. I made my peace with the fact I was going to be in an abusive marriage. So imagine my surprise, despair, and happiness when my dress was painted gorgeous red.

I may not get the throne, but people should be afraid of me. My name is Sara, and my dad better watch out.