Chapter 38 #2
My knuckles tap once against the door before I can stop myself, quiet and reflexive.
I freeze, pressing my ear against the wood like some creeper, and muffled sounds echo back to me through the thick wood.
What the hell am I doing, and what the fuck are those sounds?
What am I expecting to happen here? For her to wake up and what, call my name?
She'd sooner set this whole house on fire, with all of us in it.
Do I really expect River to step aside, and hand her over, like I'm entitled to her?
He won't, he's consumed by her too. I grit my teeth as more rage flares hot and bright, blinding me for a second until I can't see straight, and images of them together in bed float through my mind.
She belongs to me. I'll do whatever it takes to have her.
I want her on her knees before me, tears sliding down her high cheekbones, and her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, as she pleads for her life from her new God.
The truth feels too dangerous to let loose in my own skull, or utter out loud, but that doesn't stop the feelings from festering. Violence. Possession. Mine.
I swallow hard, backing away from the door, only to step right back into its gravity like a fool.
I hate this loss of control. I despise how she's unraveling every part of me without even being cognizant to see it.
I'm done waiting. She belongs to me, and I'm taking back what's mine.
If River gets in my way, he'll be sorry he did, friend or no friend.
My quick pace takes me into my bedroom, and straight to the bathroom we share.
With any luck, the asshole forgot to lock the door leading into her room, and if he didn't, I'll break that fucker down.
My fingers wrap around the handle, but before I can even twist it, I'm positive I hear movement, and fuck, was that a moan, and the headboard moving against the wall?
Why is she moaning, when she should be asleep? I'm going to fucking kill him.
I slowly turn the handle, praying it doesn't creak, and slip the door open enough to peer straight into her room, my movements silent and deadly.
The light is dim from her curtains being shut, but a small ray of it reflects off the mirror facing her bed, and that's when I get my first glance of them together.
River's up on his knees, naked and between her spread legs, his cock pounding into her over and over again, as she thrashes wildly on the bed, and tries to stifle her sounds against a pillow she’s fisting.
I feel my cock instantly hardening in my joggers, and I palm myself to soothe some of the need.
Fuck, her skin seems to glow with an ethereal light as her legs wrap tightly around River's waist, taking his punishing strokes, and her round breasts move in time with the momentum.
I instantly want to lick every inch of her, and then mark her with my fingerprints.
"Tell me who this cunt belongs to," River demands, his body slick with perspiration, as he moves inside of her, causing the headboard to slam against the wall now with his deep, violent thrusts as he loses control.
"Say it, Livy. Tell me who this cunt belongs to, scream it out loud, baby. Let the whole world know it's mine."
I want to immediately bash his head in. How fucking dare he think he can take what's mine?
She belongs to me, only me, and if I choose to share her with him, that's something completely different.
The moans slipping from Olivia's lips are doing unhinged things to me.
I can feel the beads of precum weeping down my cock, and I tighten my hold on my large, stiff shaft, pressing on my piercings, and bite down on my lip to suppress my own groans of pleasure.
No matter how angry I am at both of them, there's no denying that watching them is hot as fuck.
"I'm not letting you out of this bed until you scream it, and cum on my cock, Hellstorm.
We can stay here for the rest of our lives as far as I'm concerned," River growls.
I take a step further into the room, but the two of them are so intertwined, and lost in their lust for each other, that they don't even notice.
"Say it!" River demands and leans forward, so I can't hear what he says next, and that infuriates me further.
What the fuck is he whispering to her? Is he making promises to save her from me?
He can't, he must know that. Both my best friends have become traitors, and that shreds me.
"Yours, my... cunt... is yours," Olivia screams, the sound vibrating off of all the walls, and it both cools my blood, and causes my rage to grow to an epic level of obliteration.
I'm going to fucking kill him. He's taking his last breaths as he cums inside of her pussy that belongs to me.
I take all the necessary steps to reach them, but they're still too lost in their euphoric state to notice the predator within their midst. Big. Fucking. Mistake.
"I beg to fucking differ, she and her cunt belong to me.
Don't you agree, sister?" I try to hold on to my control, but it's fucking useless.
It's like a dam of violence breaks within me, and I whip my arm out, and slam my fist into my best friend's surprised face.
He tumbles off the bed naked, legs sprawled, and cock dripping with their combined juices, as he tries to understand what's happening.
Olivia scrambles up from the bed, grabbing at the sheet to cover her nakedness, but I'm not fucking having it.
If he could look his fill, and touch what's mine, then so can I.
I yank the sheet away from her as she screams obscenities at me, demanding that I go fuck myself, and leave the room. Yeah, that's not fucking happening.
"WHAT THE FUCK, CROSS! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?
" River rages, standing firm, and bumping my chest with his naked one.
His hard cock brushes against mine, tenting in my pants, as his green eyes glitter like shards of glass, ready to slice me open for daring to hit him.
It makes me want to strike him again, and I shove him hard, forcing him to take a step backward before I strangle him.
"She belongs to you, does she? I never took you for delusional, after all, that's Damon's domain, brother," I hiss through my teeth, as my eyes take in his flushed appearance.
"STOP THIS! Both of you get the fuck out of here now!" Olivia demands, throwing pillows, and whatever else she can get her hands on, at the two of us.
"I didn't mean it like that! Fuck, what is the matter with you?
! You fucking hit me, Cross!" River swings out and catches me in the jaw with his right hook, and the sting vibrates through my skull, bringing with it a hint of pleasure, and I almost beg him to do it again.
Before I can retaliate, the bedroom slams open with force, splintering off the frame, and an unhinged, drunken Damon stares at us with a gun leveled in his hand.
"What the... fuck is going... on in here?
" He slurs. Both River and I instinctively move to block Olivia from the path of a discharging bullet, and that seems to be hugely amusing to Damon, who breaks out into sinister laughter, while the gun shakes in his grip, still pointed at us.
"Oh... fuck, you two are fighting... over. .. pussy?"
"Pussy! You deranged psychopath, I'll show you pussy!" Olivia lunges off the bed and makes it around both mine and River's bodies, before we can intercept her from heading straight for Damon, with violent intentions, and the base of a lamp wrapped in her tight fist.
"Fuck, unhinged princess, you're giving me a hard on. I don't think that's very wise of you right now, unless you want to play with my gun."