Chapter Twenty-Three
XADEN
She isn’t wrong, I want to erase every place she has ever felt happy and replace it with a darkness so she has no light left in her life. I want her broken and beaten down before I finally grant her the mercy of death.
I stare into her eyes and love the sight of need and fear staring back at me, before I lean down and bite the soft flesh of her neck as I push my gun further inside her tight little cunt.
She cries out and I savor the sound of it.
I want that cunt Carnage to hear her screams and know it’s my cock inside her.
I want every motherfucker to know I’m making the princess scream, that it was my cock that obliterated that hymen and she coated my sheets in the blood of her innocence.
I draw my gun almost all of the way out before pushing back inside her.
She digs her nails into my shoulders, drawing a groan from me.
I pull back and stare down at her. I hate everything about her—the way she walks, the way her hair blows in the wind, the sound of her voice.
How she dresses and how she sees the good in everything.
But, when she is bare before me with my cock inside her, I don’t feel the hate.
Just the raw carnal need to suck her into my orbit and cover her in sin and darkness and taint her from the inside.
She quiets the hate and anger that flows through me when I’m inside her. She offers me the same numbness hockey and killing does. She silences the world as I get lost in her and that shit is bad… really fucking bad.
“Xaden.” She pants my name as I continue to fuck her with my Glock.
“Scared my trigger finger will slip, Tink?” I taunt. Her eyes are glazed and her face is flushed. She’s on the verge of coming.
The filthy fucking bitch stumps me when she drops one of her hands and wraps it around my cock, making me hiss.
She holds my stare as she strokes me in sync with how I’m fucking her.
The feeling of her hand wrapped around my shaft shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
The way she grips me like she has a right to and how sure she is of herself has the beast inside me roaring, knowing we are the ones that brought this side of her out.
We showed her how to embrace those filthy desires and to not be ashamed of wanting the darker things in this life.
When she brushes her thumb over the head of my cock and smears the cum down my shaft, I groan and drop my head forward against hers. She doesn’t look away. The sounds that come from her mouth are like a melody. Her features pull taut and I know she is about to explode.
“Give me that cum, Tink,” I snarl. My words are her undoing.
Her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulder as her grip on my cock tightens like a vice.
Her mouth opens and a scream so raw and loud erupts, making me growl in approval.
I don’t try to quieten her. I want her orgasm heard through the walls of this fucking place so they know she belongs to me.
I don’t slow my pace as I force her to ride out the waves of fucking pleasure I granted her.
It’s by my grace that she gets to feel this way.
When shockwaves course through her body I ease my gun out of her and bring it to her mouth.
The dazed look in her eyes slowly begins to clear when I push it against her lips, forcing her to open her mouth.
Our gazes collide. There is no fear in those blue eyes, just resignation. She’s resigned herself to whatever fate I wish to deliver.
“Suck it clean and taste how good that fucking pussy tastes.” My words spark something inside her.
She releases my dick and grips my wrist, holding it in place so she can claim control.
She holds me steady and begins bobbing her head up and down on my Glock.
I grit my teeth and fight the urge to yank it out of her mouth and replace it with my cock.
I won’t give the bitch the satisfaction of knowing the sight of her blowing my gun has my cock begging to replace it.
Once she’s satisfied with herself, she pulls back and releases the gun with a wet pop, then looks up at me with a doe-eyed look that does fucking shit to me.
I refuse to acknowledge it. I hold her gaze as I lift the gun between us and watch her eyes slowly travel to the gun.
She gasps when she watches me flick the safety on.
“See it now?” I taunt, then toss the gun onto the bed and grip her waist, lifting her off the ground.
She wraps her legs and arms around me and peers into my eyes with a stunned look.
“Your safety isn’t my concern,” I grit out as I slowly guide her down onto my cock.
I bite back my groan of appreciation as I begin to fill her tight, wet hole.
“Shit,” she cries out and digs her nails into my back, then locks her legs tighter around me and pushes down against me, swallowing my dick. Unable to contain my growl of approval, I mask it by kissing her and forcing her to swallow the sound.
She fits me like a fucking glove.
This pussy was made for me.
She deepens the kiss and tries to claim control as she begins to bounce up and down on my cock.
I grip the globes of her ass in a bruising hold and guide her up and down, fast and hard.
I need to come more than I need to breathe right now.
I want her filled with my release. I want my scent clinging to her so every cunt knows she is the property of the Don of the Devlin Cosa Nostra and isn’t to be fucked with.
She’s mine.
Mine to break.
Mine to terrorize and taunt.
Mine to destroy and kill.
Toren Kellar belongs to me.
She breaks the kiss and throws her head back as she screams out in pleasure. The sound fuels my need to consume her.
“Xaden… don’t stop.” Her demand pisses me off and I want to deny the cunt, but the truth is, I need to feel her come on my cock once before I explode inside her.
I keep my pace and force her to feel everything as I dip my head and claim one of her nipples in my mouth, then bite down hard enough to leave a sting, making her cry out.
The bite of pain mixed with the pleasure I’m inflicting on her sends her over the edge. She comes screaming my name.
I’m like a bull chasing the matador, thrusting inside her ruthlessly, chasing my own climax. The second it slams into me, I ride the fucking high like an addict. I allow the numbness to consume me as I get lost in the feeling of ecstasy vibrating through my body.
Nothing else matters in this moment. Everything is white noise, except for how good she feels wrapped around me, with the sounds she is making driving me over the edge faster. I feel like I’m free-falling over a cliff with no safety net.
When the aftershocks slowly begin to fade and the ringing in my ears lessens, all I can hear is the sound of heavy breathing.
The haze lifts and when I look at her now, all I see is her father and brother.
Disgust consumes me and I know the moment she sees it as well.
She pushes against my chest, urging me to set her down.
I ignore her request and tighten my hold on her ass, making her yelp in pain.
“You leave with me tonight. Try and argue and you’ll regret the day you took your first breath, Tink.
” I pull out and release her. She drops to her feet and shoots me a scathing look that I ignore as I turn my back and begin to dress, taking my time, knowing me being in here with her is making her uncomfortable.
I hear the sound of her dressing hastily but ignore it as I slowly pull my pants up.
Once I’m fully clothed, I turn around to grab my gun but freeze at the sight of her standing there, fully dressed with my fucking Glock in her hands and pointed at me.
“Half of what you hear and all of what you see, Devlin.” My anger rushes to the surface as I stare at the spiteful bitch. “What do you see when you look into my eyes?”
Her words echo around the room with the weight of a fucking semi truck. I look into those eyes of hers and see what she kept hidden.
Bloodlust.