Chapter 6
DARK LESSONS
There is no one else in the house. Wherever her father is, he is not here. I don’t know why my masters wanted him dead and I don’t care because now I am free.
Hailey, though. I have a whole handful of her plump ass, and my fingers are so far inside her I may be able to feel the thud of her heart. I can certainly feel the squeeze of her cunt muscles. And that breathless squeak she makes when I brutally grasp her ass?
I may be in heaven.
Hard not to smile when she’s clawing her little fingers into my flesh. It’s cute how she uselessly tries to stop me fingerfucking her yet can’t quite tell me to stop because I’ve made her want this too much.
Hailey Tarrant, I know you. Somehow, I know you.
She’s responding to my touch, and I’m aching to fuck her, but I don’t remember the feel of her ass or these beautiful curves that call to me to do things to her that I only vaguely think I can.
Holding her down would be easy. The rest, the way of sex, my mind is in the dark there.
I must have done this before. It’s like a fairytale, and I am nothing like a Prince Charming.
I’m the wolf. I’m the bear. I’m Godzilla and Frankenstein’s monster combined into one unpretty package.
But am I Struct Four or Kail? Dare I even claim a name?
Humans are animals, so I must have fucked a woman? Or a man, even.
I push my thigh-wedged hand higher, examining her as I massage her clit. While that grows ever more swollen, she looks more and more unhinged.
Same as I, I’m sure. Same as I.
Mouth parted, she watches me, stunned, her pussy clenching. She whimpers sometimes, as if she cannot believe what she is allowing me to do.
Same as fucking I.
I’m certain she thinks I am an ugly, frightening creature. Yet she’s letting me do this.
The mix of horror in her eyes and the lust, the wish to resist despite me controlling her so easily, has conjured a terrible desire. After being the thing they controlled, I am the controller. The one with the power.
She is mine to fuck, mine to kill. Whatever I wish.
For a fraction of time, my hands halt as the command interrupts. Crush her throat and listen to her die… I clench my jaw, and it fades.
Thoughtfully, I turn my head and bite the side of her thigh, sucking on it, then biting and sucking as I climb higher up her leg. I’m turning it red, leaving marks, and she jerks and tries to wriggle on my cunt-blessed hand, grabs at whatever part of me she can reach.
My cock is fully erect, pressing into my pants, and dribbling out some version of come.
A little more of watching her come undone, and then, then I will try. I will insert this appendage that is made for taking females into her.
She leans over, showing the tip of her pink tongue as she watches my hand where it moves the dress material, while I shove two fingers into her sopping wet cunt.
The amount of moisture coming from her, the way she squeaks and shakes, lets out small cries, how she’s possessed my wrist as if to stop me or control me.
And when I jam in my fingers, the noises her pussy makes, those are fucking perfect.
I smile. I have this. I have her.
I can do this.
“You like this. Being my toy.” It’s not a question. I shove those fingers deep, deeper, deepest. Her cunt spasms. I leave them in her, grinding my thumb, twisting my hand. “I could bite you here.” I smile. “Lick you. Eat you.”
“No! I don’t…I don’t.” She shudders and bows over, cursing softly before she begins to moan, to try to ride my hand.
Though the scars pull at my skin, I widen my smile, watching her, watching her little tells…
Hell yeah, to that horrorstruck stare she gives me while trying to strangle both my shoulder and my arm.
I tighten my grip on her butt. If she moves too far, with her clothes binding her ankles she’ll fall over. I keep fucking her, slowly, introducing another finger, another. Now there are four and the stretch is quite…interesting.
She chokes out some sound, shuts her eyes.
I growl and shove the four higher, fucking her with more force until the squelches of my thrusts are loud. I pull them out and show off her wetness where it shines on my hand. She looks at me, stunned, gasping, like maybe she wants more?
“Shhh.” With my palm on her breast, I push her to the wall, before I untangle her leggings and panties from her feet.
As I rise to my full height, I haul her dress with me, pulling it over her head. Her bra is easily snapped off and tossed. It clatters onto the door and slides down.
Naked Hailey. I devour the sight.
Shyly, wide-eyed, she covers her breasts with her hands.
“Let me see you.” I take her small hands and press them to the wall to either side.
Fuck. I take in the full length of her panting, quivering body.
Darkness builds in my (probably) borrowed heart.
I don’t recall the elegance of her neck, the gentle whorls of her ear, the darker pink of her nipples, or the way her eyes draw me in. I don’t remember most of her, least of all being inside her and fucking her, but I know I know her.
Does she owe me something? Do I owe her? Is that why she has this perverted persistence in my memories?
Where they’re pinned to the wall, her fingers curl in to caress the backs of mine.
“Pretty, pretty girl.”
I stoop to kiss her nipple, to lick it and let my tongue glide over her skin and enjoy the taste. She shudders when I suck on her. For a long, luscious moment, I take the left one in my teeth, amused by her fearful, shuddering inhalation.
“Not that. Not there!”
“Are you sure?” I kiss her breast.
“Yes.” But she whimpers at me as I dent her skin enough to cause a mix of pleasure and pain.
When I release her nipple and instead palm her pussy, she pushes her lower body at me, trying to grind.
I lift her an inch up the wall. “Liar.”
I grin at her glare, her scowl, feel my lips split in a way no normal human should smile, thick and ridged due to a suture line cutting my mouth in two. Mine to fuck, mine to not kill. My choice.
Anything I want, I can do.
She’s no longer shivering, but as I turn her and bend her over the wash basin, she lets out small objections. At the sight of her luscious ass, I forget to breathe.
Who. Needs. Breathing.
I give her ass a pleasing smack, then another, and redden her flesh. She huffs, ducks her head, and spreads her legs.
She wants a man, I am sure, though I’m still not sure I can be classed as a man.
As I release my cock from my pants, my hand gleams with evidence of her sweet arousal, but a row of suture scars at the base also greets my gaze. That vexes me. My skin is marred by angry, red lumps and dots. I am a jigsaw.
Even my cock might not be mine.
Teeth gritted, I scowl. Anger sizzles at this final insult. I sink my fist into her hair and use it to lever back her head then put my wet hand to her mouth.
“Taste yourself.” With the head of my renovated cock, I search blindly for her entrance. It slips sideways then finds the wet runway of her lips, the hole I need, and I jam in the first couple of inches, hard. She cries out.
Good. Someone should pay for the crimes done to me. Then my anger wanes. It’s not her fault. Never was. Her teeth dig into my hand, and I welcome the chastising pain. “Suck on me while I fuck you.”
She bites hard enough to break skin, and I smell the blood.
“Ouch.” I grumble softly to her ear, “You made me bleed. Should I make you hurt?”
My nose is in her hair now and I nuzzle her and breathe in, inhaling memories I never knew I had. This scent is Hailey. I remember her scent, from somewhere, somewhen.
I ache to remember more of our past.
I don’t want to hurt her. Remember this also.
“Fuck me, please,” she pleads, almost sobbing. “Keep going. I need this.”
I bite her nape, gently. “You need this scarred, angry—” I choke back the word I was about to say—Frankenstein. “You want this monster in you, fucking you?”
“Yes? Please?” She squirms under me, her cunt nearly milking my cock with small clenches. “I think so?” Her last words are quiet, as if she’s embarrassed to want me.
She thinks so.
I chuckle. I never knew I could laugh like this. The irony of her begging me.
“My fucking pleasure.”
I push my bleeding hand back into her mouth, and she opens and sucks on it even as her pussy welcomes the full length of me as I thrust in.