Chapter 14 #2
“I come wherever I fucking want.” She tries to pull away. I yank her hips and shove her back onto my cock. “Don’t you fucking dare. You’re gonna take every drop.”
She sobs, trying to get away, and I slap her ass again, then grip her throat, pinning her to the bed. “Stay still and take my cock.”
“Get off me.”
“My cum and your blood are gonna lube up your ass.” I bite down on her shoulder, and she cries out. She thrashes, but she can’t break free, she can’t even move, pinned beneath my bulk.
My heart stops.
No.
Not there. Not that. Not him.
“Don’t!” I sob, twisting wildly. “Please! Please, don’t!”
He ignores me, pulling his still hard cock out and sliding it up and down my ass, smearing the blood and cum that leaks out of me. The pain between my thighs is intense.
I shake my head frantically, tears spilling onto the sheets. “I’ll do anything. Anything. Just not that. Please.”
“Fuck, the sound of you begging is something else.” He fists my hair, yanking my head back. He drags his tongue up the column of my neck, before sinking his teeth into the base, biting down until the skin breaks. His mouth sucks, and it burns and stings.
“Stop! It hurts!” I sob, trying to get away, my whole body shivering and shaking. His forearm wraps around my neck as his other hand lines his cock up with my ass.
“You’re gonna feel me in your fucking soul.”
His cock begins to press into me. The pain is instant and intense. I can’t breathe as he stretches me, my ass struggling to open to his girth.
“PRIEST!” I sink my teeth into his forearm. His blood fills my mouth as my ass continues to open and stretch.
His deep, mocking laughter echoes in my ears—his cock, his blood, his weight. He’s consuming me.
He grunts in my ear as he plunges deeper.
“Please, stop!” His blood spills from my mouth. I’ve never felt so much pain, so many sensations. My body doesn’t know what to do. I’m being torn in half, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight.” His pace picks up, my body rocking with every brutal thrust. “Your ass will be just as bloody. You’ve got two cherry pops tonight.”
Beneath the pain, beneath the rage and humiliation and fear—
I feel the burn.
The sickening, undeniable heat that starts low in my belly. That creeps up my spine. It’s a slow, simmering ache that threatens to split me open and scatter my bones.
No…I cannot want this. I can’t.
But it’s there. My mind screaming no, no, no.
And my body—
Yes, yes, yes.
His hand reaches under me and finds my clit.
“No!” My body jerks and thrashes. My hole clamping down on him, my pussy flooding with wetness.
He laughs in my ear. “That’s right. Come on my cock again as I rip your fucking asshole apart.”
I try not to, my thighs closing, my body going rigid. I don’t want it. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing my body wants him. But it doesn’t matter. My sick, fucked-up body doesn’t listen. It betrays me, aching in all the wrong places, desperate for more even as my mind screams no.
He groans in my ear, and the pleasure and pain become a symphony of torment.
I’m crying, shaking, and his fingers work my clit as my ass is forced to take every painful inch.
It hurts so badly, and then his fingers are too good.
I’m coming, screaming, and he laughs, his hips slamming forward, my body swallowing him whole.
His cock twitches and jerks as his hot cum floods inside me.
The taste of his blood is thick on my tongue. It mixes with the taste of my tears.
He’s still inside me when his fingers slide back into my pussy, the soreness making me flinch.
He drags the sticky mess from between my legs and shoves his fingers against my lips. “Open your fucking mouth, whore.”
I whip my head away, the sting of humiliation making my stomach churn.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks back. My scalp screams. His face twists into something cruel.
“Open!”
I flinch at the sound of his roar—so loud, so sudden it shatters something in me. My lips part and he shoves two fingers in deep.
The taste—us—hits my tongue, and I gag.
“That’s what I fucking thought.” He grins and then shoves off me.
I gasp as his cock drags out of my ass, raw and stinging. Every inch of me throbs. My skin is on fire. I’m shaking—numb, hurting, sticky with cum, sweat, blood, and tears.
He doesn’t even look at me.
Just buttons his pants. Pulls on his shirt. Adjusts his belt while blood from his bite wound drips down his arm.
Something inside me begins to crack.
For a stupid second, I thought maybe he’d…stay.
That he’d lie beside me. Put his arms around me. Hold me like in the movies, and whisper something cruel but soft. Kiss me even if it hurt.
I want to laugh. I want to scream.
I feel stupid. Dirty. Exposed.
“Can you—” my voice trembles, shame bleeding into my throat, “can you untie me?”
He says nothing.
My wrists ache. The rope burns against raw skin. I twist, but it only tightens.
“Priest. Please.”
He doesn’t even blink. Just looks at his watch.
Finally, his cold eyes snap to mine. But they aren’t eyes, they’re voids. The blue almost gone, replaced by pitch-black nothingness.
“I half-expected the virgin thing to be another lie. With all the other shit you’ve been hiding.”
I still.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Then I hear it—heavy boots. More than one pair. Coming up the stairwell.
No.
“Untie me!” Panic rises fast in my throat. I yank at the rope, my skin splitting and slicking with blood. “NOW!”
He doesn’t move.
“I don’t think so, Arlo Voronin.”
My heart stops.
No. No. No.
The crash of my front door being kicked in splits through the apartment.
“What did you do!?” I shriek, thrashing against the restraints. “PRIEST! What did you fucking do!?”
He doesn’t flinch.
Six men storm into my bedroom. Vests. Riffles. Knives.
Sovereigns.
My legs kick uselessly. My body writhes against the bed like a trapped animal.
“You fucking bastard!”
“Get her up,” he orders, voice devoid of emotion.
Two men rush forward. One unties the ropes, the other grabs me by the arms. I try to claw, to fight, but I’m weak.
“This is a day of celebration for the Sovereign,” Priest says, turning his back to me. “Not every day we bring in a traitor’s daughter.”
He walks away.
Doesn’t even fucking look at me.
“PRIEST!” My voice breaks as they rip me from the bed. My body barely functions. My legs won’t hold me. My mind won’t process.
He’s already at the door. Already gone.
He knew. He knew who I was. And he still touched me. Still fucked me. Still ruined me.
I scream his name again, but he never looks back.
Not once.