Chapter 14 #2
He sucks at the cut on my throat hard—hard enough that it hurts. Hard enough to leave a mark.
It makes my clit throb.
"Yes…oh, god…"
"Holy fuck, you're beautiful," he groans. "So fucking beautiful taking all of my dick, baby. I can't wait to cum all over your bloody tits."
"Elias…" I moan, rolling my hips to meet each punishing thrust. "Fuck!"
Dishes fall from the bed onto the floor while he fucks into me, but it doesn't faze him.
It's like he's manic, and nothing else matters to him except my body—my pussy pulsing around his dick, my bloodied tits bouncing while he thrusts into me, the way he stretches and fills me.
I'm so fucked. So thoroughly, brutally fucked.
"You really shouldn't have let me catch you, Saige…"
His hand closes around my throat, squeezing, silencing my whimpers every time the head of his cock rubs up against that spot—the way it is now.
"You don't need to breathe, do you?" I shake my head, and he smirks, digging his fingers into the side of my neck before fucking me harder. "You know, you really are fucking pathetic, little sister…"
He fucks me like he wants it to hurt—like he wants me to cry—each violent thrust of his hips bringing me closer to the edge, each groan it pulls from his throat making me clench.
I can't breathe. My head swims, almost the way it did that night behind the alley.
I wonder if I'll pass out like I did then, too, and if I did, if Elias would keep going because he just couldn't help himself. Maybe that's even what he wants.
Because he needs me—my body—too much. Because I'm his obsession, and he's my monster.
Sparks erupt in my peripheral vision when I come to the twisted thought. I gasp for what little air I can get through my obstructed windpipe while my pussy clenches around his massive cock and my body writhes beneath him.
"There you go. You deserve it, baby. It feels so fucking good when your pussy comes on my dick," he rasps before releasing his grip on my throat. I gasp for air, the orgasm still rolling through me. "Fuck, I need to come. Open your mouth."
He pulls out, kneeling over me while fisting his cock, and then pumps it in his hand until white ropes of cum cover my bloody tits, neck, and face.
When he finishes, I sit up, taking it in my mouth, knowing he likes it when I lick him clean.
"That's it, baby. Take care of your mess. You're such a good sister, Saige." He runs his fingers through my hair while I suck our cum from his dick.
As it falls from my lips, I lie back on the bed, catching my breath, and he stretches out next to me, tilting my chin to kiss that same spot on my neck.
"Come on, baby. Let's go clean you up."
I follow him to the shower, where he gently cleans the blood and cum from my neck and chest before just as carefully washing my hair. And I remember what he said to me before—that he knows how to take care of another person.
That anything Dax can do for me, he can do, too.
After I get out of the shower, I dry my hair straight, and I can't stop looking at the hickey on my neck. I can't really see the cut, but I can feel it.
For something so small, it bled a lot.
When I get back to the room, the mess from the plates and the food is gone. Elias is in bed with the television on, wearing the same white robe.
I crawl under the blankets next to him and lie beside him, throwing an arm around his waist.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he says, running his fingers down my back.
"How did it go? Meeting the coaches and stuff?"
"It couldn't have been better. I mean, it's not Maine, but…I could play for the NHL. I'd have a chance again."
"So, you're going to transfer?"
"Yeah," he says. "I guess I am."
I look away. "Okay…"
"I want you to come with me, Saige. I don't want to be anywhere without you."
"I can't leave them."
"It wouldn't be that bad. We could go home in the summer and on every break. Dax has money; they could easily fly out here a few times, too. I mean, he's taking you to Paris, isn't he?"
After he says Paris, I glare at him, remembering how he taunted me about it.
"I don't mean it like that. I know he loves you. But I love you, too."
"This isn't home."
"Home's been cruel to you."
"You've been cruel to me."
"Think about it, Saige. They'll still have each other; but I only have you. I won't be able to take it. And if I stay, I might never get to play hockey."
"That's not fair."
"It's the truth, though. I love you, Saige. I want to be with you…for real. We'll get an apartment—you, me, and the dog. We can be happy here; I can make you happy."
"But I'm already happy."
"Are you?"
I think about Miles and the attack, about Kira and the way it makes me sick to my stomach when I'm anywhere outside of the house with Elias. So, I guess happy might be a stretch. It wouldn't be like that here.
"Would you tell people I'm your stepsister?"
"No," he says. "Never. We can tell them whatever you want. We can tell them we were high school sweethearts, and we met when you almost ran me over with your car."
I can't help but smile. "I'll tell them you used to leave love letters in my locker instead of dead animals in my bed."
"If you move here with me, I'll write you love letters every day. I'll make you breakfast and do your laundry."
"Yeah, right."
"I am so fucking serious, Saige." He turns onto his side, our lips just barely not touching. "Just please say you'll think about it."
He kisses my lips and then that place on my neck.
"Okay."
"Thank you," he says softly against my lips. "I love you, Saige."
I swallow a lump in my throat. "I think I might love you, too."
"Well, you've really fucked up now. There's no way I'm letting you go."
"Elias…"
My phone rings, and I practically jump across the bed to grab it. Nolan's name scrolls across the screen, and I quickly hit accept.
"Hey."
"Hi, baby," Nolan says. "I just wanted to call and tell you good night, and that I love you. I won't have my phone on me for the rest of the night."
"I love you, too. You don't have to—"
"Saige," he interrupts, "we can't talk about this. When you wake up in the morning, everything is going to be better. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good night, Saige. I'll see you soon."
My eyes water. "Okay. Good night."
He hangs up, and I stifle a sob when setting the phone down.
"Hey, come here, baby," Elias says, pulling me into his arms. "We should go to sleep. Don't worry about Dax and Nolan, okay? They'll be fine."
"That's not possible."
He frowns and then kisses my forehead. "Just try," he says. "And he's right, you know? Everything will be better in the morning."