Chapter 21 Cross
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Istorm out of the kitchen, ignoring the warning look, filled with the promise of violence, my father gives me.
Fuck him. He can threaten me all he wants, but we both know he needs me to do his dirty work, and he's not going to murder his one and only heir.
My teeth are clenched so tightly that I'm afraid I'm going to shatter my molars.
How fucking dare she show up here wearing his clothes, and looking utterly ravished, and covered in his fingerprints!
She's an irresistible siren, just waiting to tempt any male who looks at her.
The desire to go grab my gun, get on my bike, and hunt Sim down, boils through me like destructive hot lava, scorching everything in its wake.
I have to force myself to head in the opposite direction of my room, where all my weapons are stashed, to try to collect myself and calm down.
What the hell is wrong with me right now?
Why am I even having this reaction? She's just another skank, who spreads her legs for any random fucker. The only thing useful about her is the holes we can fill with our cocks. She means nothing to me! Even as I think the words, I know they are filled with lies, and that causes even more frustration to rise within me. God, I can’t breathe when I’m near her.
It’s as if she sucks all the air out of any room she steps in.
"You cocksucker! How dare you tell lies about me!" Her voice, filled with outrage, trails behind me as I enter our theatre room. Dammit to fucking hell! Why can’t she see the danger she’s in, coming at me like a vicious, violent little psycho?
I yank my fingers brutally through my hair, and force myself to take deep breaths.
I've never lost control, not for any reason.
I pride myself on always being able to manage my emotions, forcing them down, and keeping a cool head, but this chick is testing all of the boundaries around my restraint.
Doesn't she realize how much peril she's in if I let go even a little? People always worry about Damon being a dangerous threat, because of his unhinged, reckless behavior, but little do they know that he might just hurt and play with them for a little while, and then end their lives when he gets bored. I, on the other hand, will make every moment they have left feel like an eternity of pain, and horror, and prolong their misery for as long as possible. I relish the fear and desperation, the hopelessness that washes over them, when they realize they’ll never escape me.
"Are you fucking listening to me, asshole?" Her fingers dig into my bicep, her nails biting into my bare flesh, and what little control I was holding a tight leash on seems to unravel faster than her damn panties must have hit the floor for Sim.
At the thought of Sim having her, touching her, and filling her with his cock, I lose the precarious grasp on my emotions, and rapidly turn around, one of my hands striking out and grabbing her by the throat, in a punishing grip that has her breath instantly wheezing out of her, and forces her to the tips of her dainty toes.
In contrast, my other hand seizes her wrist and twists it forcefully behind her back, as she strains to break my hold.
My much larger body pushes against hers, propelling her to take steps backward, until I coerce her into the nearest wall, my heavy torso pinning her brutally in place, and the heat of her body searing into mine through the thin fabrics that separate us.
"You really are fucking stupid, aren't you, skank?
" I growl, my teeth snapping in her face as her pretty, seafoam-green eyes widen, and meet mine with the first hint of real fear.
Fuck, that look right there is intoxicating.
She yanks on my hold of her arm, doing her best with her other hand to try to dislodge my tightening grip on her windpipe.
Her face is quickly becoming a lovely shade of crimson, and her lips pucker like blowfish, as she tries her best to siphon in air.
I lean forward, pressing my lips next to her eye.
"What was that you were saying? You had a complaint to voice?
" I hiss as I tighten my fingers slightly, knowing full well that, with the hold I have on her, she'll be sporting every digit by morning, in a bruised hand necklace of my exact size, to match the ones that cunt left on her.
The thought of other males, especially Sim, seeing my imprint on her makes my cock harden, and strain against her stomach, which I know she immediately notices, based on her nose flaring with indignation, and her body stiffening against me.
Oh, Olivia, how I'm going to enjoy playing with you.
Her strong, shapely legs do their best to knee me in the groin, but I sidestep every attempt.
Her small feet stomp on mine, endeavoring to pummel me, to release my deadly hold on her.
I lick her from the corner of her eye down to the side of her jaw, where I allow my teeth to graze her soft flesh, and leave a mark next to the hickey Sim left.
For a brief moment, I contemplate cutting the section of her skin off, furious that he got to mar something that belongs to Mayhem.
"I could end you, sister, and for all your rage and fighting skills, you wouldn't be able to stop me.
" I bite down viciously on her jaw, and a scream lodges in her throat.
I loosen my hold on her neck slightly, allowing her a minuscule amount of air.
I want to hear all her sounds; they're aphrodisiacs to my senses.
They're mine for the taking, just like she is, and I won't be denied my pleasure.
"You're nothing but a loose whore, with holes that need filling, sister.
Shall I fill them for you? Perhaps stuff that tight ass of yours with my cock? "
"Ki... ll... yoooouuu..." she wheezes, and it's both amusing, and endearing, that she's still trying to be brave in the face of all the danger she's in. My poor, delusional little sister.
I force my knee between her legs, pressing my upper thigh against her tight, shorts-covered pussy, and forcing her to ride it.
“Your threats don't intimidate me, violent little psycho.
" My mouth slams down on hers, my teeth biting viciously on her bottom lip, until the taste of dirty pennies crosses my own lips, and a groan escapes me. Fucking delicious.
Her mouth opens with a pained cry, and I don't hesitate for a second to force my tongue inside, lashing at hers.
At first, she fights me, trying to bite and push me away.
She even tries her best to break my hold, using her legs to slam into mine and knock me off my stance, but after a few moments of learning her mouth, tracing her lips with my tongue, and savoring her unique, addictive taste, her struggles dwindle.
Instead of fighting me, it's as if a switch is flipped, and she hungrily kisses me back.
I'm not even sure she realizes I've loosened my hold almost entirely on her neck, and that she's making the most sinful, needy, whimpering noises, and grasping my wrist tightly, pulling me even closer.
I should stop this; this girl is nothing but trouble, addictive, hedonistic trouble.
Just a few more moments, then I'll pull away and put her in her place, I tell myself, even as my cock strains against my joggers, begging to be allowed loose from its confines.
My mind conjures images of my cock plunging deep inside of her tight heat, ripping screams from her lips, as all my piercings press against her core, and tears slide down her face in a mixture of bliss and agony.
Her lower body moves of its own volition against my thigh, pressing and sliding, as she uses my hard muscles to get herself off.
I can feel the heat from her pussy through our thin clothing, and there's nothing I desire more right now than to rip those stupid skimpy shorts off her, and slam my hard, weeping cock inside of her, forcing her to take me balls deep in one brutal go.
I release my hold on her wrist and dig my fingers into her thick purple and brown tresses, yanking on the silky strands, and compelling her neck to arch, as I trail my lips down the side column of her throat, until I reach where her neck meets her shoulder.
My teeth latch on, biting and leaving an imprint behind, as I take a deep lungful of her scent.
"Oh shit!" Her raspy voice has my balls drawing up tight.
She smells like maple syrup, sweetness, and sugar, and there's an undertone of him still lingering on her flesh.
I need to correct that, to drench her in my scent until I pollute her flesh, and remove his brazen mark.
Mine. He should have never touched what belongs to me.
It's a lesson I'll make sure he learns painfully, if not with his very life.
Her hand moves forward, and I brace myself for the impact of her fist, but it never comes.
Instead, her fingers dig into my thick hair, pulling on the strands, until the bite of pain has me moaning into the crook of her neck.
"You want to play games, brother? Does it get you off thinking you can control me? "