Chapter 12
KILLA
I smile to myself. The little bitch thinks she’s being clever, locking me out after I told her to leave the door unlocked.
Little does she know, we have a prospect watching her every move in case she tries talking to her brother or one of his connections, so I wasn’t worried about anyone getting into her apartment. She belongs to me, and until I finish with her, it will only be me who fucks with her.
I’ve spent my entire life breaking into properties, and this one is just as easy as all the others.
You just need to know what you’re doing, and with a bump of my hip against the door, I snap the multiple chains from their bolts and step inside.
I grin to myself. If she thought adding an additional door chain would keep me out, she’s about to discover it won’t.
Her scent wraps around me, and my cock throbs. Fuck, I need her. Just a fucking taste. The feel of her pussy against me.
When my gaze latches onto her figure, my breath catches in my throat.
She’s in sleep shorts and a flimsy camisole top, with little lacy straps that have fallen onto her biceps, and a rush of jealousy zips up my spine as I imagine her flirtatiously wearing these clothes for someone else. Someone like the preppy boy.
Her chest heaves, and her eyes dart to the open door before landing back on me, causing me to smirk. Her wavy hair cascades past her shoulders, and my fingers itch to play with it. The foreign feeling of affection has me gritting my teeth. What the fuck?
“What do you want?” she seethes, and I relish the bite in her tone.
“Answers,” I grit back.
She lifts her chin and stands straighter. Defiance oozes from her as she stares at me head-on. “I already told you; I have none.” My little demon appears confident in her words, but I know better than to trust someone like her. Someone with evil running through their veins.
“You’re lying.” My eyes bore into hers with not an ounce of uncertainty.
I watch her closely, scrutinizing every inch of her, every movement she does and doesn’t make. The way she swallows tells me she’s nervous, and before she casts her eyes away from me, I see the guilt swimming in them.
I kick the door shut. “You’re a lying fucking bitch.” I take a menacing step toward her, and she backs away until her ass is flush against the small table.
She shakes her head profusely. “I-I’m not. I swear it.”
My boots are flush against her toes, and I scan her from head to toe.
When my gaze lands back on hers, my pulse rushes at the way she looks at me.
It’s almost a submissive look, as if she’s waiting to be instructed, and when she chews on her bottom lip and glances down at her peaked nipples, her cheeks turn crimson.
My cock takes notice, releasing a steady stream of pre-cum that has me groaning in ecstasy.
Turning my head into her hair, I breathe in her peachy scent.
Fuck, I need her.
Now.
I grab hold of her small hips, and she doesn’t even attempt to stop me. I spin her around, kick her legs apart, and with my tattooed, bloody hand, I grip her throat, elongating it until her head falls back against my shoulder.
“Can you feel my hard cock, Little Demon?” I grunt and push my hips forward so she feels every inch of my solid length.
She swallows under my palm, and my fingers tighten on her throat, biting into her skin so hard I’m sure I’ll leave bruises. A lasting reminder of who owns her.
“You’re going to let me fuck you, you hear me?”
Exhilaration skitters up my spine when her breath catches and lust fills her heavy emerald eyes.
Why the hell does my body thrive so much off the girl I hate with all my being?
“You’re going to be a good girl and let me spill my hate inside you. Do you hear me?” To answer, she blinks, and my balls pull tight.
“The kid sleepin’?” I grunt into her ear.
“Y-Yes.”
Unable to take any more, I release her, and she falls forward, catching herself.
Her hands slam down on the wooden table while I make quick work of my belt and pop open my jeans.
She remains in the perfect position for me, completely at my mercy.
I dig a condom out of my back pocket and tear it open.
I lower my zipper, and my cock breaks free, springing out.
I give it two swift pumps before I slide the condom down its thick length.
My body is alive with excitement, and when I grip the waistband of her sleep shorts in my hand and tear them down her thighs, she jolts.
I spread a palm across her spine to hold her still while my free hand glides my pierced cock down her bare ass and to her pussy.
She steps up onto her tiptoes, giving me access, and when I feel the slickness of her cunt, a sputtered laugh leaves me.
“You really are as fucked up as me, aren’t you?”
I place the thick head of my cock to her entrance, and in one swift thrust of my hips, I bury myself inside her warm cunt.
Jesus, it feels good. “Fuck,” I groan in awe. “So fucking tight,” I bite out in sheer wonder. “Jesus.”
I can’t ever remember a pussy as tight as this, and already, I know I’m going to be in trouble. I’m going to be addicted. She’s wet, warm, and grips me like a vise.
I move the hand on her back to her hair, balling it in my fist until I create a rein, then I slide my cock out and slam back inside.
“Fuck.”
My eyes roll, and a sudden urge to feel her bare ravishes my veins…
and my brain cells, apparently. Without thinking, I pull out of her, and for the first time in my life, I rip the condom off my cock and drop it to the floor before slamming back inside harder than before, determined to make this everything I want it to be.
Holy shit, she’s good. She’s so much more than I ever expected.
The sensation is indescribable; it’s like she’s marking me, making me hers with each feral thrust I deliver.
A sultry moan leaves her lips, and I delight in it.
I pick up my pace, unable to help myself.
Thrust after thrust, I slam my hips against her perfect ass, pushing my cock so far inside her I can feel the softness of her cervix, and my eyes roll at the thought of coming inside her bare cunt, something I’ve never done before.
I should pull out. I know I should, but the idea of coming inside her hole and making her mine has me feeling alive, and with her, maybe that’s what I need.
Maybe that way, I will control her and her life that I seem to crave.
The ultimate betrayal toward her brother. A big fuck you to him and his warped ways.
I shake my head to banish the thought.
When I move my hand up her top to feel her heavy tits, I groan and tweak her nipple through the fabric.
“Fuck. They’re big, Little Demon.” I grunt. “Fucking perfect set of tits.” I tweak her nipple again and follow it up with a tender stroke. Jesus, this feels incredible.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I smirk. She likes dirty talk. “I’m going to come all over them. I bet you’d like that. You’re a dirty slut, lettin’ me fuck you raw.” I groan at imagining fucking her heavy tits.
Jesus, it’s like I’ll never get enough of her. I’m already planning the next time.
She doesn’t answer, but the tightening of her pussy and the encouraging pants that leave her precious lips give me all the confirmation I need.
“Fuck yes, my little demon covered in my cum. A perfect little slut just for me.” The thought of her with anyone else, someone else experiencing what I feel, has me going insane.
“Only me. You understand,” I grit out, then pull her top down to feel the weight of her tit.
Jesus, so damn good.
I twist her nipple hard when she doesn’t respond. She cries out, and I release it.
“Ye-yes. I understand.”
“You’re mine now. Say it.” I squeeze the tender bud. I want to lick it so badly, to suck away the sting of my rough hands, to play with it on my tongue.
“I’m yours.”
The way her pussy contracts around my cock sends pleasure zipping up my spine.
“Tell me to come inside you,” I groan, and the slam of my hips becomes faster and faster, more uncontrollable, causing the table to shift beneath us and the sound of our skin slapping to fill the room. Each savage thrust sets my pulse racing, and my need for pleasure surges from the depths of hell.
She shakes her head, and I yank her up by her hair until she’s flush against my chest. “Say it!” I bite into her neck, and she cries out, so I cover her mouth with my hand, not wanting to wake the kid.
I feel my orgasm pending, the tension building—my balls ache, my cock is leaking, and I clench my teeth as I struggle to control my reaction to her. Above all else, I want nothing more than to release my cum inside her, consequences be damned.
I lower my head and, unable to help myself, lick up her neck. “Beg for my cum.”
She shakes her head again, but when her pussy clenches around me, holding me inside her, I finally lose control, and my movements become erratic. I thrust harder and faster into her until the tip of my cock releases a deluge of cum in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuuuckkk,” I growl out with fervor.
Her lips part, and I have a strange urge to slam my mouth against hers, but somehow, I restrain myself.
Her tight hole milks me dry, and the feeling of owning her this way has a possessiveness I’ve never felt before crashing into me. It’s a realization I’m unprepared for; this girl, my enemy, this little demon, she’s mine.
My chest heaves as I come down from my high, and I make quick work of pulling out of her.
Tucking my spent cock into my jeans, I buckle up. Her back remains to me, and her panting fills the room. I hate the way she refuses to acknowledge me even more than what I just did.
I fucked Benjamin’s sister, and I loved every minute. Guilt rears its ugly head, but I push it back down, unable to acknowledge it, and tell myself I’m fucking with him from beyond the prison walls and he’d hate me for screwing his little sister.
Her chest heaves, but she remains perfectly still, and I tilt my head to assess her. What the fuck is she waiting for?
I step back from her and glance down at her bare ass, the shorts still around her knees and, Jesus, my cum is dripping down her thighs. My fingers twitch to push it back inside where it belongs, but I’m still stunned from my stunt.
“Pull ’em up,” I grunt out and, fuck me, when she does, my cock twitches back to life.
I stare at her back.
The need to remind her of who she belongs to slams into my chest, so I toy with a lock of her hair exactly like the prick from earlier did and dig my free hand into my pocket and bring out his finger, a reminder of what happens if you don’t comply.
I place the finger on the table, and she freezes. “You let another man touch you again, and I’ll do more than take his finger off, you hear me?”
She tips her head to the side, enabling our eyes to lock, and I swear I see the same darkness in hers that swims in mine.
“I understand,” she says, almost robotically, and I narrow my eyes.
The fuck?
Her reaction is bizarre.
She doesn’t appear scared. There are no threats of her calling the police, and there’s no freaking out.
There’s no reaction I’d deem normal from her—only darkness and trauma, and I swallow hard at that thought.
An odd atmosphere builds momentum between us, but before I can acknowledge the cause, my cell phone rings, cutting through the room, and panic crosses her face as her eyes dart toward a closed door.
I pull the phone from my jeans pocket and glance down to see it’s Warrior calling, no doubt hearing my location from Hunter. He’s on some mission to make sure I don’t lose myself completely.
Instead of answering, I silence the phone and decide I’ll text him back once I leave here.
I need to get out of here, get my head on straight, and go for a ride because being in her proximity with the odd look in her eyes has me wanting to ask her questions that have nothing to do with her brother and everything to do with her.
I’m not prepared to become her savior, not when I don’t have the answers I so desperately want, and not when she’s choosing not to give them to me.
“I find out you’re fucking anyone else, and I’ll cut you up so fucking bad nobody’s going to want you. You hear me?”
She turns and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits. “Sure.” Her smile has a sarcastic undertone before she drops it.
“You owe me birth control, by the way.” She points to her legs, and I eye the sticky gleam of my cum leaking down her legs. Legs I want to lick clean, then wrap around me.
I dart my gaze back up to hers, refusing to be drawn in any further. “Like fuck I do. That’s a you problem, darlin’,” I state, and add a shrug for emphasis like the bastard I am.
Her jaw sharpens, and her eyes widen, with fire flaring behind them. “A me problem?” She points to her chest, and her tits bounce. Tits I wanna come on.
I give her a swift nod.
“You’re a prick, you know that?” she bites out. “I can barely afford food, let alone birth control.”
“Looks like we havin’ a kid.” I chuckle and pull a cigarette from my pocket, placing it in my mouth. The thought of her stomach swollen with my baby makes my cock twitch.
I’m fucked up.
She’s my enemy, and I like the thought of her carrying my baby. A way to punish her and her brother. Tying her to me forever, a permanent reminder of my hatred, and she’ll love a part of me. A big fuck you to her and her brother.
“Get out!” She points toward the door and stomps her bare foot. “Right now!” She’s getting louder, and if I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d stick around and take delight in watching her lose her shit.
“Leavin’ cuz I wanna. Got shit to do and decent women to fuck.” Lies. All lies. But the jolt of her slight frame at the mention of other women has a feeling akin to happiness racing inside me.
She wants me.
Why the hell does that excite me so damn much? I hate her.
My phone buzzes again, and I turn on my heels and head toward the door. The moment I step through it, I know I’m screwed, because I want nothing more than to turn back around and fuck my enemy into the morning.
Answers be damned.