52. Rory #2
Because pain? Pain is easy. But healing? Healing’s a bitch. Making her feel it again, making her confront what I did…that’s harder than any fucking burn.
It’s why she’s trembling more. But she’s lost all her fight. For the first time, she’s letting me touch all her broken pieces. Not cutting me. Not piercing straight through my chest.
When she inhales through her nose, I peel those curls away from her wet cheeks. “Still with me, Lass?”
Deja vu strikes me like a blade. Oh, shite. What I said back…in the dungeon.
She breaks down. So, I lift her—her broken, weeping, shaking body into my arms. Bring her close. Head on my chest so she can feel my big, beating black devil heart. Ahh, Christ, there’s gotta be a word for this kind of feeling. The kind that rips you open on the inside.
“Why?” she whimpers against me, rubbing her face in my chest, her words a little muffled. “We could’ve just gone on like we always have. Why couldn’t you just make a stupid sex joke and handcuff me to the bed? Just let me hate you?”
I think on her last word.
Come on, you bloody bastard. It won’t kill you. Let her in so she can gut you like the arsehole you are and rake her claws on your filthy fecking heart. Tell her.
“Cause I love you.”
She freezes.
“Ack, please don’t tell the others. They’ll never let me live it down.”
She still doesn’t move.
Now, I’m holding my breath, holding her safe and strong. But she’ll never really be safe with me, will she? Too mad. Too wild. Too destructive.
I’ve always wrecked things. Always broken everything. I’m like a bloody storm—couldn’t hold onto anything, not even my own flesh and blood. I remember the house all up in flames. My house. My flames. The screams of the ones still left inside as it burned to ash.
I destroy everything.
Fuck you, Rory, you should’ve kept your big, dumb fucking mouth shut.
Finally, I comb my hand through her violet curls. “It’s okay to hate me.”
“I don’t.”
It was so soft, I almost didn’t hear. Just this little, broken whimper.
“I hate myself.”
“Bloody Christ, Briella!” I cup her face and tilt her jaw, hunting for her eyes.
She spits. Spits right on my cheek, this raw, unfiltered expression of wrath.
I’m this close to just putting her in the bed and walking right out in the ice and snow in nothing but my skin.
Sleep in the damn butcher shed—with the blood stains and stench of rotten flesh. Right where I belong, what I deserve.
Then, she kisses me. A light kiss, barely a brush of her lips on mine. Her eyes watery. Fucking destroying me.
“Ye gotta help me out here, woman.” I cup her cheek and smear away the tears there.
Her eyes turn into hazel daggers. “You goddamn piece of work. Why did you have to be the first?”
I give her a blank look, hanging on her every word. And then, it dawns on me. And I smile. No, I fucking grin from ear to ear.
“Ye not fucking with me, right?”
There’s my woman, brandishing her sweet fist, but she trains it right under my jaw and grits her teeth. “I hate myself for how furious I am with you right now, how much I want to hold onto my hate because it’s easier to feel than to accept what you just said.”
“Because…I was the first?” I chuckle and cover her fist with my hand, lowering it.
“Five of you! Five big, motherfucking, moronic monsters, and the biggest and dumbest of them all has to say it FIRST? Take it back.” She clenches her fist again.
“No.”
She hisses. So fucking adorable. “Take it back, Rory.”
“Nah, Lass.” I grab her wrist, bending her back, and pressing my chest to hers. “Not happening.”
“I mean it, you bastard.”
“So did I.”
“You can’t be—”
“I love you.” My grin gets even bigger.
She grabs my hair with her other hand, yanks hard. “Rory, you sick sonofa—”
I take her mouth while I’m still roaring with laughter.
I take her down to the floor with her oily back, covered in my scars, on the wool blanket.
She tries to fight. But it doesn’t last. Not with how hard I’m kissing her.
She’s kissing me back, fingers gripping the back of my hair and pulling me closer, harder. My angel tonight. And my she-demon.
She moans and sobs, her teeth cutting on my lips.
And then, I kiss my way down her beautiful body.
“God, Red!” she squirms and writhes when I suck her breast, licking my dastardly tongue all around that dark pink nipple. “Fucking hate you.”
“Tell me how much, Firecracker.” I move to her other breast, rasping my beard along the erect bud.
“Fire of a thousand suns.”
“You can do better than that.” I sink my teeth into the nipple, thrilling in her hiss.
“You’re such an asshole!”
“Nothing new.”
I give her pussy a little slap, entertained more by how wet she is. When she gasps, flushing more, I see the flight in her eyes. But I spread her and lick her from taint to cleft, burying my face in her delicious heat.
“Not fucking fair,” she whines and digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me deeper.
I eat her out like a damned man starved.
Like she’s my Eden in hell. Lick her everywhere.
No crease or fold my lips and tongue don’t touch.
Her clit swells, growing fat and pink from how long I edge her, plundering her insides with my fingers.
I find a good rhythm. Because torturing a woman is my specialty.
Don’t give a right fuck if I’m torturing myself, too. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging.
“Can’t stand you!” she spits out in sexual frustration. Nah, infuriation. “Red, give it to me. NOW!”
Gripping her lovely, scarred arse, I lower my tongue back to her cute sphincter and trace that sweet hole for the dozenth time. And just as I feel those inner muscles pulsate, I take my fingers out and bite her clit.
She screeches. “You sick fuck!” And her potty mouth unleashes a flood of screeching curses.
When I leave her heavenly center and climb up her body, those hands attack.
Clawing and scratching at anything she can find, but it doesn’t take but a second to subdue her.
She’s already worn out. Her body’s covered in oil and sweat.
Her tits jiggle with every heaving, panting breath.
Can feel her heartbeat pounding beneath my chest. Can feel those hips rising, her pelvis rubbing my twelve-inch beast.
I kiss her. One ferocious, searing kiss. And lock eyes with her. “Ask me.”
“No.”
She cuts me with her glare. But her flesh betrays her, her body rising to meet mine.
“You want it.”
“No, I don’t.”
I laugh because she’s practically humping me. “For fuck’s sake, Briella, just beg.” I slide the head of my dick along her folds. “Beg me to bend ye like a willow and wreck ye like a pagan rite.”
“Lying piece of shit freak.”
I chuckle again and kiss her hard. “My freak flag is flying high and ready. Just speak the word.”
“Shit a brick.”
“Nah, already did that cause of you.”
“Go to hell,” she spits.
“Not without taking heaven with me.” I wink.
“Hate you.”
“Love you.”
Groaning, she tips her head back on the blanket and screeches, “Then, fuck me! Fuck me now. You better damn well bring it and wreck me like a—”
I seal myself to her and drive home in one thrust.
“Ahhh—”
I stab my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her unholy scream. Heaven. Eden. Nirvana. Fuck, I don’t care. They’re nothing compared to all her walls gripping me. My skin catches fire. Her pretty hips rock. She tips her head back. And—
—Soaked molten muscles clench and pulsate all around me. Fuckfuckfuck! I keep my eyes on her, memorizing the sight of her melting, fucking shattering for me. Ungodly moans and groans and screeches leave her throat as she falls apart. She’s coming. From. One. Goddamn. Thrust.
My balls tighten. She’s gushing all over me, her hair flailing, breasts swinging and jiggling from all her wild thrashing. Coming and coming. Merciful Christ. Impaled on my monster, she’s still coming—the longest orgasm in history.
“Look at ye.” I take her throat and hold her down before she goes too bat-shit crazy. “Such a sweet, fucking slut coming all over my big prick. My sexy Firecracker goddess.”
“Fuck you, Red!” She writhes and squeals beneath my hand, getting me harder.
Three shallow thrusts, and I explode in her. Violently. Shooting everything into her, wondering what her belly would be like with my child growing in it.
When I start to pull out, her hands grab my ass, nails digging in—that fierce, feminine wrath all over her tear-stricken, curl-soaked face. She bares her teeth and clenches around me. Blood thunders to my organ, and I’m hard all over again.
My angel. And my little she-demon.
Fucking love her.