Chapter 48
Irun as fast as I can, my grip tightening around the blade’s handle. My thoughts run along with me.
Why did he give it to me?
Why did I take it?
Why did I ask to see his dark side?
What did he mean when he said, “You’re fucked”?
I run through the endless, dimly lit garden towards the maze.
When I reach its entrance, I stop to take a breather.
Is he already following me?
I can’t think twice right now. I run into the maze.
The thick, tall hedges rise high around me. It’s quiet—God, too hauntingly quiet.
Only the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes.
I turn left, then right.
Another turn.
Dead end.
I double back, my heart thumping harder, but I keep moving. I see a shadow slipping between the leaves two rows down.
This is not a game anymore. This is me realizing I fucked around too far, and now I’m about to find out.
He’s hunting me.
And I asked for it.
I run faster, gripping the knife as the air burns in my throat. This isn’t the playful chase I imagined.
The maze stretches endlessly, and every turn feels like a trap. I don’t know where he is, but I know he’s getting closer.
Hell, I feel it.
The hairs on my neck rise just before I hear his voice.
“Ready or not, here I come.”
I turn around, but he’s not there.
“Cazzo,” I curse under my breath.
Screw this.
I press my back against the bushes and clutch the knife’s handle with both hands. My breath is ragged and my eyes roam around, trying to catch the tiniest movement.
Then I hear him again.
I don’t hesitate. I throw myself forward, and just like I thought, he’s there in front of me. The blade sinks into his palm, blood soaking into the wristbands.
I freeze, but he doesn’t even look at the wound.
He looks at me with a cold smirk, his head tilting slightly.
“I knew you had it in you,” he praises.
He paces closer, catching my wrist mid-swing. The knife clatters to the ground as his other hand closes around my throat.
“You should’ve run faster.”
“You’re a dick,” I hiss.
He pulls me closer by the throat until his lips brush mine. “Run your mouth again and I’ll put it to use.”
“Fuck you.”
He smiles like the devil. “That’s the idea.”
He drags me through the dirt, hauling me like a sack beneath the gnarled limbs of some old tree, then forces me to my knees.
He rips the bloodied wraps off with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. Then he grabs my wrists, yanks them up, and binds them tight to the thick root overhead. The fabric bites into my skin. A broken sound slips out before I can swallow it, and I hate that he hears it.
“Scared now?” he growls.
My breathing comes out shallow through my nostrils.
“No.”
He bites down on the other wrap and pulls it loose with his teeth like before. Then he shoves it between my lips, forcing my jaw open, and knots it tight behind my head. The fabric digs in, muffling my breath and stealing my voice.
He grips my minidress with both hands and tears it open with one brutal move, leaving me bare beneath his gaze.
He slowly steps back, savoring seeing me this way.
I stare up at him, breathing hard while my arms are held tight above me, my teeth biting into the cloth. I want to fight, but there’s nowhere to go, nothing to reach.
I’m bound. Exposed. Completely his.
And fuck, I’m already soaking wet and so eager for him.
He crouches in front of me. His hand clamps around my jaw, smearing warm blood across my skin. His eyes light up with twisted satisfaction.
“Such a brave, filthy girl.”
I shake my head.
“You wanted to see this part of me,” he growls. “Now you’ll deal with it.”
He leans in and presses his mouth to my ear.
“Every. Fucking. Inch.”
He drags his mouth along my neck, biting harder each time until the skin burns. When he reaches my shoulder, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to hurt. His hands are already pulling at his waistband, pushing everything down without breaking contact.
He gets his pants down, his cock already leaking against my soaked panties.
Oh, God …
He leans in again, his lips grazing my ear.
“Mine,” he growls, tearing my underwear apart with a brutal pull.
He forces his bloodied hand between my thighs and smears it over my pussy like he’s defiling me. His blood soaks into my skin, making me gasp in surprise.
He licks his fingers one by one, tasting what he’s done to me, what he’s made me into. Then he kisses me, expecting me to kiss him back even with his fucking wristband shoved between my teeth.
He grabs my hips and grinds against me, like he’s already inside me. His breath is rough in my ear.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice gruff. “Not until I’m done with you.”
My pulse slams in my ears. I should be terrified. Maybe I am. But the part of me that wants to run is smaller now. Under the fear, there’s this other thing pulsing. This ache that twists in my gut and coils between my legs; this sick, twisted need to see just how far he’ll go.
I want him to ruin me.
To make me feel exactly how dangerous he is.
Suddenly he sinks his teeth into my collarbone, way harder than before.
“Ouch!”
The pain hits sharp and fast, and I jolt, but fuck, it shoots straight between my legs. I try to scream, but it’s swallowed by the gag.
He doesn’t stop. He bites again, right next to the first spot, harder this time, a low sound rumbling in his throat.
“Ah, it hurts!”
I feel the skin break. He pulls back, and there’s blood on his mouth.
My eyes widen. Did he bite me that hard?
He spits on the wound, lets it mix with our blood, then rubs it in with his fingers, smearing it on me. He drags the mess down between my breasts.
“Fucking mine.”
He pulls back and rises onto his knees, looming over me.
“You’ve got no idea what it’s like, holding this in. Pretending I’m something soft. Something sane,” he mutters.
“Adam,” I mutter through the garment.
“Wrong name,” he growls. “You’re stuck with me tonight.”
My breath snags in my throat, and my heart hammers against my ribs with a brutal rhythm.
He spits on my pussy.
Then he drives his tongue on it and licks the length of it, trying to devour the slick and bloodied mess between my legs with obscene groans that vibrate into my core.
My legs shake. I try to twist away, but his hands slam my hips back into place.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he pants against me.
He grips my hips, yanks me around, and shoves me down onto all fours.
He stands up and fists his cock with his bloodied hand, jerking it once, twice.
Oh, God, I’m ready …
Am I?
He leans in, his cock dragging over my soaked slit, teasing and taunting, slick with how badly I need him. His hand clamps around my throat, firm enough to make my pulse stutter.
“Say my name.”
My mind’s wrecked—fogged from everything he’s done to me. I don’t know if it’s a trap. I don’t know if I’m allowed to speak, but it slips out anyway.
“Bane.”
His grip tightens.
“That’s it. Now scream it while I ruin what’s left of you.”
And then he slams in.
So brutally thrusting that it knocks the air out of me.
My scream is trapped behind the gag, and my nails dig into my palms from the shock of it.
“Fuck,” he snarls into my hair, hips already snapping. “So tight I can feel you choking on me.”
His hands bruise my hips, his body covering mine like a cage.
Then he grabs my hair, twists it around his fist, and pulls it roughly, yanking my head back.
“Fuck, you’re such a fucking masterpiece. Tied up, drooling around my wrap, taking every inch like a good little cum-dump.”
I moan louder.
I hate it.
I love it.
I want more.
His other hand snakes around, his fingers rubbing my clit in rough, furious circles.
“Hold it,” he says against my ear. “You’ll come when I tell you.”
This was my choice.
A choice I gave up the second I asked to see this side of him.
And I love it.
God help me, I fucking love it.
He slams into me harder, rhythm breaking apart. I feel him losing control, that edge of madness flooding his voice as he growls, curses, whispers filth between gritted teeth.
“Please,” I pant.
“Please what, Isabella?”
“I can’t—I can’t hold back.”
“Then let go, like a good fucking girl.”
My orgasm builds so easily and effortlessly. The scream rips from my throat, swallowed by the fabric shoved between my teeth.
I’m shaking, grinding like an animal in heat on his soaked hand. I can’t fucking stop.
I don’t want soft.
I want more.
More.
More.
He shoves his fingers into my mouth, coated in our mess, forcing me to taste the filth he dragged out of me. Then he yanks me back by the jaw, arching me until my spine crashes against his chest.
“This is all you are now,” he growls against my ear. “A hole for my cock and a mind I own. You come when I say. You breathe if I let you.” I moan, my body still jerking from pleasure. “And you’ll fucking thank me for every second I use you.”
Then he pulls out and pushes me forward.
I cry out behind the gag, startled, aching at the sudden emptiness.
No …
“You think this is over?” he pants, voice cracked. “Not yet. I want to see that pretty mouth gagging on my cock first.”
He crouches, one hand slapping my ass hard enough to make my legs jerk. “Down,” he snaps. “Lie down.”
I’m still bound, wrists pulled above me, body slumped flat in the dirt. He unhooks the gag with one sharp tug and yanks me down like a puppet.
His pupils are blown wide. His lips are curled. He’s beyond gone.
But so am I.
“I dragged you down and made you love it,” he says, dragging the tip of his cock across my cheek, smearing himself on my skin.
I lick my lips. “Yes.”
“Sweet little fuck-doll. Still hungry. Still mine.”
I moan, tongue slipping out on instinct. He grins.
“That’s it. Open up.”
He straddles my chest, his knees pinning down my arms, his cock already leaking.
He slides into my mouth as his hand grips my jaw tight, holding my head still while he fucks my face with deep, sloppy thrusts.
“You’re not getting out of this until I fucking drown you.”
He fists my hair with one hand and uses the other to shove his cock down my throat in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growls, hips snapping harder. “Swallow me or drown in it. I don’t give a fuck.”
My eyes water, spit pooling out the sides of my lips. He doesn’t stop. He wants the mess. He needs it.
I gag, spit trailing down my chin, throat flexing as he drives deeper.
He’s brutal.
Obsessed.
Possessed.
“Choke on it,” he snarls, every word breaking in his throat. “Take it. Take all of it. You fucking asked for this.”
He pulls out, slaps his cock across my face, then shoves back in harder.
His hand grips my jaw tightly again as he fucks into my mouth like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
He groans, his hips grinding in slow, deep thrusts.
“You’re so filthy, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
My body is thrashing, but he holds me down easily, enjoying it, watching me fall apart under him.
He slaps his cock against my tongue, smearing spit and pre-cum across my lips, then thrusts deep again, until my nose is pressed into his stomach.
I can’t breathe.
He rams his cock into my mouth, finally done pretending I’m anything more than a hole to use.
Then he pulls out, just for a second, so I can suck in one desperate breath before he shoves back in harder.
“Fuck,” he rasps, voice low and unhinged. “Fucking—fuck.”
His whole body tenses. The manic grin disappears, replaced by something more sinister.
He shudders.
He comes with a broken, vicious sound, fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head still while he pumps every last drop onto my tongue and down my throat.
He moans like it’s holy, and I suck like I’m praying.
When he finally pulls back, I’m gasping desperately. My lips are swollen and his cum is smeared across my chin and down my neck.
He looks down at me like he just painted a masterpiece.
“You,” he says, still breathless, “are never fucking running from me again.”
“I’m not,” I pant, eyes locked on his.
“Mine,” he says softly. “Every fucking inch of you.”
“Yours.”
And then, just like that, he leans in and gently kisses the mess right off my lips.