16. Reign
CHAPTER 16
Reign
T he adrenaline pulsed powerfully through my veins as my foot landed another kick to his bloodied face. That motherfucker . Rage was an explosive ball in my core. He and his friend had a plan that night; one ran into the brunette girl Anna was with while the other spiked her fucking drink.
He was going to do things to my little vixen that only I was permitted. The thoughts of him filling her tight pussy as she lay beneath him unconscious turned the world around me red. If the guy I now recognized from around campus hadn't stepped in, I would’ve. Thank goodness I followed my sweet vixen. I’d always lurk one step behind her in the shadows.
I dragged his body up to meet my fists once more.
“Who the fuck even are you?” He spat through his bleeding gums. Teeth littered the ground, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. His cheek wore the imprint of my shoe. “I didn’t touch that bitch, she was for my friend. I did it for my friend.”
I sneered at his pathetic pleading. “Well then,” I spoke the words, landing another fist to his eye. The socket cracked under the hit with a delicious sound. “You’ll die for him too.”
He struggled weakly in my grip. My fist flew into the side of his head. With his body slumped against the wall, I brandished my pocket knife.
“What the fuck?” He spat blood out on the concrete, his eyes creaking open. We were just outside, down an alleyway.
The streets of Chicago weren’t kind. It was the type of city that minded its own fucking business.
“She’s more of a butter face.” He crawled to his knees, dragging himself back to his feet using the wall for support.
I stabbed my pocket knife through the side of his cheek. The flesh separated smoothly like butter. The gargled scream was cut off by my knee to his stomach. How fucking dare he insult her. She was everything good this world had to offer. I ripped my knife from his face. The sound of his blood spilling was music to my ears. I stabbed my knife through the other side repeatedly until his skin flapped with loose facial muscles. His tongue hung out of either side of his mouth. He was a crying, snot-infested mess.
He sank to the ground that would become his final resting place.
I knelt, eye level with his trembling body. The smell of urine assaulted my nose. “Really?” I flicked my knife in front of his face; his eye struggled to follow the motion as the intense smell of piss hung thick in the air. I was ready to end this. “Pissing yourself? Pathetic.”
I grabbed his throat, crushing his windpipe. He gagged and convulsed. I moved his head to the angle I needed and dug my knife into his eye socket. His garbled screams tore through the night as the organ popped out of its natural home. I pulled at it until the muscle, desperate to hold onto it, snapped like an umbilical cord.
“Now, to silence you,” I teased, taking the slippery membrane and shoving it into his gaping mouth. More piss leaked down his leg as I wiped the knife on the dry patch of his jeans. “I’ll see ya around.” I laughed at my own joke. Standing to my full height, I left the alleyway.
Scum like him wouldn’t be missed.
I circled back to my vehicle. The Maserati Quattroporte’s all black interior scraped against my bare skin while I discarded the soiled clothing. Hastily, I pulled on my spare outfit and started the ignition. As if acting instinctually, I made my way to Anna’s apartment. And like the Gods themselves wanted me there, a spot right out front was left deserted. Reserved for me.
For a Friday night, the streets were empty. My eyes darted around the surrounding area as I crept to the window of Anna’s living room. Through the sheer curtains, I could see flashing colors from the glow of the TV. I tried the window, sliding it open easily.
Ah, my sweet, naive Anna.
No alarm sounded—unsurprising. I slipped in quietly, taking in the room. It was small. The kitchen and the living room shared a space, there were two doors towards the back, both open—one the bedroom, one the bathroom. And then her front door, which also was unlocked. Shaking my head, I made my way over to it, latching the deadbolt and the chain lock.
Some people would take advantage. After all, this world was crawling with monsters dressed in human flesh.
I took that free moment to plant the minuscule cameras. One in her ceiling, then in the bathroom, and lastly, the one in her bedroom. The rickety apartment had enough water damage and dirt covering the walls that I doubted she would notice, and if she did, so what? I’d break in and leave more. There was no escaping me.
A soft snore sounded, I looked to the culprit of the noise and saw her sleeping so perfectly on the couch. She was on her back, my favorite position to see her in, with a book lying open on her chest.
I washed my hands in her sink, making sure there was no blood left on me to ruin her skin. The blood of someone else would never stain her. I’d do that on my own. I picked up the book and flicked through the worn, cream-colored pages.
Romance, of course. Flipping through, I read some of the sappy dialogue and chuckled darkly. If my vixen wanted sweet and gentle, she’d be sorely disappointed with me.
I put her bookmark between the pages and lifted her into my arms. She cuddled into me immediately, her scent intoxicating me. Her soft body against mine made my chest feel funny. My heart skipped a beat as I walked through the tiny flat. Closing and locking her bedroom door behind me, I got in with her, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck, memorizing the feel of her against me.
I loved her skin. Not a single scar or tattoo could be found. Her smooth caramel tone looked beautiful against my pale body. My tongue flicked over her pulse point, tasting the salty sweetness of her essence. I ran my hand up her body, stopping at her full tits. I squeezed a handful when she stirred.
My breath stilled.
My thunderous heartbeat echoed in my head. When the signs of waking evaporated, I continued exploring. I lifted her shirt, carefully taking it off of her, and her bare breasts bounced out.
For the love of all that was holy, she was gorgeous and all mine.
Her soft curves were everything I'd ever dreamed of. I dipped my hands below the waistband of her leggings, stroking light circles into her clit. Her back arched into me, and she let out a wispy moan. Her nipples hardened. I placed my mouth over one of the delicious peaks sucking until she writhed beneath me. Her cunt was wet. Swirling my finger around, I spread her arousal before plunging two fingers into her.
“Professor,” she moaned, “Hart,” her soft voice mewed.
My cock was throbbing.
Her pussy gripped me as she rolled her hips, scraping her swollen clit against my palm. I licked her lips, desperate to get more of me inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered, opening just barely. I kept my eyes on her as I deepened the kiss, and for the briefest of seconds, she melted into me, moaning and sweeping her tongue across mine.
Then reality struck her.
She screamed against my mouth, thrashing, scratching, biting my lip until it bled.
I slammed my hand against her mouth to silence those mouthwatering screams. “Shh, little vixen, it's me.”
Her heart pounded, she made eye contact with me, her pupils dilated, but she continued to fight. I straddled her, leaning more weight on her face. She needed to calm the fuck down; her breathing was strained under my hand as tears poured down her cheeks. She was wriggling under me, thrusting her body against mine in an attempt to get me off.
But all she was doing was getting me off.
I didn’t want the first time I took her to be tainted with drugs, but the needle in my pocket beckoned me as her muffled screams reached my ears. My dick was painfully hard. I wanted to pound Anna until she submitted to me, fuck the fear out of her, only to replace it with more to do it all over again.
“Anna?” I asked, keeping my voice even. She stopped screaming, her chest heaved, her breathing ragged. “Do you want me to hurt you?” I leaned down to her throat, kissing it. “If you don’t calm the fuck down,” I inhaled her cinnamon scent, “I will. ”
Violent tremors plagued her half-naked body. My hand, still clasped over her mouth, grew wet with her never ending tears.
“Your tears,” I growled, closing my eyes, “make me want to fuck you even more, even harder.” I was shaking, trying to contain what my body so viciously wanted.
She sucked in a strained breath at my words, the vein in her forehead throbbed wildly. “Aw, sweet vixen, don’t look at me like that.” I reached between us to dip my finger back into her pussy that was spilling juices down her leg. “You feel how wet your cunt is for me?”
She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would make me disappear. I ripped her leggings until they lay under her in tatters. My cock was pulsing against the fly of my pants, ready to be released.
I was going to fuck her raw, fill her pussy with my cum, then eat it out of her like the depraved man I was. My mouth watered, imagining how good we would taste together.
“You’re fucking drenched, Anna,” I snarled in her ear. Her nipples puckered again. “I’m going to fuck you.” Her clit throbbed as I pinched it, a throaty moan muffled against my fingers.
She cried more, looking like a work of art as she sobbed below me.
She vehemently shook her head no. Her body tightened around my finger with the motion. A devious laugh escaped my throat. I pinned her arms between her own body and my thighs.
I slowly removed my hand; she inhaled and let out a blood curdling scream. The moment lasting only a second, felt like a lifetime. I grabbed her by her throat, slamming her further into the mattress.
“You fucking scream like that again,” my voice trembled against her ears. My control wavered. The overwhelming emotions I felt for her intensifying, manifesting into a beast anxious to claim what was his. “And it’ll be the last thing you remember before you wake up covered in my fucking cum.”
Her pussy twitched.
She slowly nodded. I loosened my grip when she proved to be trustworthy and pulled out my cock. It sprang free, swollen past fullness, achingly hard. Her eyes turned to saucers as she took in my massive length. She averted her gaze away from it and back to me.
“Please,” she rasped. Her voice soaked in fear, making me impossibly hard. “Please, no.” A silent tear slipped out.
I lapped it up with my tongue, tasting her terror. Enjoying the control, I owned Anna. She belonged to me, and I planned to take what was mine.
“My sweet Anna,” I murmured darkly. I leaned down to her ear, nibbling on it. Her back arched into me instinctively. Her hard nipples scraped against my bare chest. “ No is a powerless word.”