Chapter 18 #2
I push myself up, crawl away from him, then shove him down instead. I climb over him, leaning close, my hands braced on either side of his head.
“You can speak,” I say softly.
He lifts his hands.
Learned it for you. Just like you learned ASL for me, he signs.
A breathless laugh slips out of me.
You psycho, I sign back.
He grabs my ass and drags me further down on top of him. I hiss as his palm brushes over the word CHAOS carved into my skin.
I reach for the knife on the floor and lift it towards him.
“You get to fuck your little sister only if you let me carve RUIN into your heart,“ I say as I lower myself onto his face, laughing. “Because I swear to God, Judas, I will ruin you,” I whisper.
He swallows.
I drag the blade over the left side of his chest. The first cut forms the curve of an R. I draw the U, then a clean line for the I, and finally cross it into an N. The word RUIN bleeds across his skin, just over his heart.
He doesn’t look away. His eyes stay locked on mine.
He reaches up and peels my shirt off. I have nothing underneath.
“Prepare to be ruined, Chaos,” I murmur.
I smear the word RUIN across his skin with my thumb, then lower myself, my tongue tracing the warm line of blood on his chest. I lift my hips, holding myself open, and lean back toward his face, his taste still on my mouth.
I drag my tongue across his lips and slip it between them, twisting it with his. My hand clamps around his jaw as I kiss him like it’s the first time.
His hands grab my ass and pull me down onto him.
“Wanna fuck?” I whisper against his lips.
“Fuck,” he moans.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He nods.
“Show me how you missed your little sister, Judas.” Words spill out of my mouth as I press my lips against his.
He pulls me down onto the ground, leaning over me.
The blood from the words I carved drips across my chest, and he wipes it away with his thumb, dragging it down to my clit, using it as lube before he shoves his sweatpants down his legs.
His already hard cock springs free, hitting my throbbing pussy.
His jaw clenches as he kicks the pants across the floor. His hands slide down my legs, spreading them open, lifting them onto his shoulders.
He licks his lips, drags his lower lip between his teeth, then grips his cock and pushes inside me, inch by agonizing inch.
My lips part. A moan slips out as my brows knit, his eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck,” I gasp, biting my lip.
He leans down, folding me in half until my thighs press to my chest, stretching me open as his hips move, his cock slamming into my inner walls.
I feel every vein as he drags through me.
My hands slap against the wooden floor, searching for something to hold onto, but there is only the wood beneath my palms as my nails scrape across it.
Blood from his wound trails down my legs, warm drops sliding over my skin as he keeps his relentless pace.
Short gasps tear from my throat. My eyes fall shut, but his grip loosens from my legs, and he slaps my face, forcing them open.
He locks his eyes with mine again.
He leans in, his face so close I can feel his breath. His lips find mine just as I cry out, his cock throbbing inside me, hitting deep. He swallows my sounds, his tongue pushing into my mouth, twisting, stealing every thought until the only thing left is him inside me.
My legs start to tremble, tingling racing through them, numbness spreading as he thrusts harder, faster, into my sensitive flesh.
He drops my legs from his shoulders back to the floor. He pulls out, then grabs my waist and flips me over like I weigh nothing.
I lift my ass toward him, arching my back, facing the floor.
Cold air bites at my skin as I push myself closer.
He wastes no time. He shoves back inside, slapping my ass as he drives into me again, keeping the same brutal rhythm.
He leans over my back, grabs my hair, and pulls my head up as I hold myself up on my palms.
My back arches. His other hand slides from my spine to my shoulder, then to my neck, holding me there as I moan, feeling every inch of him inside me.
“Mine,” he growls, his pace turning faster, rougher.
My eyes roll back as his balls slap against my clit, as my inner walls start to close around him.
My heart races. Sharp breaths tear from my mouth in broken sounds.
I feel him thickening inside me, but he doesn’t slow down.
His hand leaves my neck and drops to my waist. His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls me up until I am sitting on him.
“Ride,” he commands against my ear.
He grabs my throat, tilting my head back toward him as I start to move on top of his hard cock. My legs fall on either side of his, my ass bouncing against his skin.
I feel my inner walls scrape along his veins as his tip nearly slips free, but I don’t let it. I sink back down, taking him to the hilt.
I gasp for air as his fingers tighten, his voice low in my ear. “Breathe.”
But I can’t. My eyes roll as I keep riding him. He releases his grip and leans back while I stay upright, moving over him.
I hear him moan behind me. His hands grab my hips, dropping me down harder, then lifting me again until I catch his fast rhythm, until he grows harder inside me.
I drag two fingers over my lips, then down to my clit. My saliva trails over my bouncing breasts as I ride him. I press and draw slow circles, feeling the throb under my fingertips.
I move faster, moaning, “Yes,” as he slams up into me.
I rub harder now, so close I can feel it building. When I sense him trying to pull away, I hold him down, forcing him to stay buried inside me as he comes, filling me.
“Fuck,” he groans behind me, and I keep moving on top of him until my walls clench again, and my thighs start to shake.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I moan, rubbing my clit harder.
He grabs my hair and pulls me back down against him. His cock slips free as his hand finds my slick, pulsing pussy. Before I can touch myself again, he pushes his fingers inside me, keeping the same relentless pace, his palm slapping against my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my eyes rolling as I finally break, my body giving out, sagging forward.
My head drops onto his shoulder, my whole body shaking.
He leans in and whispers against my ear, “Mine,” just before delivering another sharp slap across my clit.
His.
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