Chapter 21 #2
It’s like he sees directly into my dirty soul, and I can’t help but scoot forward and grind on his lap again.
“If you’re going to punish me, get to it, Santa. Or I’ll find a Grinch to do it instead.”
His growl is deep as he stares at me.
“I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want, but tonight, no fucking breath play. Your seizure scared the fuck outta me. I want you present and conscious through every bit of it.”
I nod, feeling my cheeks flame at the reminder that not only did I have a seizure, but I puked. I don’t remember any of it, but Colt filled me in on all the gory details when I asked him for the truth of what happened after I blacked out at the Serpent house.
I have no recollection of a number of hours afterwards when apparently Doc hooked me up to an IV and flushed my system, while also running bloodwork to see what the Serpent king had injected in my veins.
Cocaine, like I thought, laced with Fentanyl.
I nod willingly at Kit, not quite having the usual urge to chase the high of walking the line of death.
I don’t remember ever feeling like that.
I’ve always been somewhat self-destructive after the day I killed my own father and then found my mother dead, and the day I attempted to take my life once when I was sixteen.
But since then, I found a way to chase pleasure while seeking possible death, and now, the thought terrifies me.
“Is that a deal breaker?” Kit’s words have me blinking, and I realise I zoned out.
“What?”
“No breath play tonight. Is that a deal breaker?”
“Oh… uhhh, no. That’s not a deal breaker.”
His blue gaze is analysing as he studies my expression, his big hands coming up to cup my jaw.
“You know you don’t have to be strong all the time, right?
I know I’ve been a prick to you for most of the time we’ve known each other, but I now know it’s because I was fucking scared and confused by the way I felt around you.
Fuck, just take a look at Rhonda. That stupid bitch is an ugly version of you.
Just too short, too fucking selfish, and fucking coo-coo. ”
A laugh bursts from me. “You do know who you’re talking to, right? You read my files, for Christ’s sake. If anyone is coo-coo, it’s me.”
“Yeah-nah, fuck that.” Kit grips my hips and flips us, my back slamming to the mattress as he grinds his hard cock between my legs.
“You were a prisoner in your own home. Your dad was your mum’s dad, for fuck’s sake.
He raped her daily. Beat her. Beat you. Kept you both isolated from the fucking world.
” He brushes some of my wayward dark strands back off my forehead, and I wrap my legs around his waist, loving the way he sets me alight, even as we discuss something so fucking heavy.
“I still killed him.”
His lips spread wide.
“Yeah, you fucking did, Belladonna.”
I roll my eyes, the name not stinging as much as usual, as I let myself feel his praise. I’ve never felt proud of what I did, but it was necessary for my survival.
Kit’s blue gaze is intense as he studies me, like he’s seeing something for the first time, and then, he leans down, nipping at my lips.
“You killed him by growing Belladonna in the veggie patch and poisoning him. He didn’t even fucking question what the seeds were for when you gave him the shopping list. That dumb fuck deserved to die, and the fact he had a hand in his own death is even fucking better.
But don’t you call yourself coo-coo for coming out the other side with battle scars, Bell.
” He runs his fingers down over my neck and chest where my tattoos cover the evidence of my childhood.
“They may have played a part in the person you’ve had to become. But they don’t define you.”
“Stop,” I whisper as tears pool in my eyes, but Kit shakes his head.
“I’ll never stop reminding you that you are worth it.”
“I’m a killer,” I hiss through clenched teeth, feeling the burn of frustration at him dismissing the ugly parts of me.
“So am I,” he presses his forehead to mine. “That’s one of the reasons we are perfect for each other.”
I snort. “You should be worried that I’ll kill you, since you said I could if you get clingy.”
“Nope.” He nips at my lips while grinding his hard cock against my panties. “You won’t kill me. You’re just as addicted to this thing between us as I am. But fuck, I’d love to watch you do it.”
He’s right. I am addicted to this, and I’d never been interested in anyone getting clingy until now.
Until him.
Reaching between us, he frees his cock before hooking the fabric of my panties aside, and the moment the fat head of his dick presses against my folds, I part my legs wider, nearly forgetting what we are even talking about.
“You want to watch?” I ask breathlessly, surging up to urge his cock to enter me, and he teases my entrance, nudging the tip in a little.
“Fuck yeah. I wanna see how you seduce your prey, and then kill them.” He pushes his hips forward, easing his tip in a little further. “I bet they don’t even see it coming.”
I moan as I grind against him, desperate to swallow his dick, my hands slapping to his ginger facial hair as my frustration sends me wild.
“They don’t, which is why you should be scared, Kit. Because when you least expect it, I might just kill you.”
He surges in then, both of us arching towards each other as the blissful pleasure our bodies make takes over.
There’s no foreplay for this fuck, other than the words we shared, and if I let myself think about this too much, I might think we were doing that cringy thing people call making love.
We are making something alright, and while love on some level might be involved, what we are making is each other high.
“Fuuuck, Bell,” Kit rasps, before leaning down to nip at my lips. “I’ll never get enough of your cunt.”
I whimper-moan at his words, losing myself to the feeling of being stretched by his dick while the bend in it hits me so fucking deep there’s a flicker of pain.
We surge towards one another, thrust after thrust, pounding, slapping, grunting with a feverous wildness that has my fingernails digging into his back until the warmth of his blood coats the tips, and we are crying out as we explode into our climax together.
There’s just something about rippling around a cock while it thrusts inside you relentlessly.
Actually, scratch that. It can’t be just any cock. It has to be Kit’s.
Shit. It really is this man that is bringing me undone.
Teenage me would never have thought it possible.
What a silly bitch.
“Fuck, Bell.” Kit pants, his weight heavy as he collapses on top of me. “I think the whole fucking house heard us.”
I smile up at him in his dishevelled state, his auburn hair a mess, probably matching mine.
“Please tell me Libi isn’t down the hall in her bedroom.”
Kit shakes his head. “Nah. She’s waiting for you in the living room. She has something to show you.”
My brows shoot up. “She does?” I ask, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t move off me.
“She can wait.” He nips at my lips again. “I needed to make sure you were feeling okay first.”
“With your dick?” I snicker, and he chuckles, thrusting forward, which only makes his cum start to leak out around his cock.
“Wasn’t my plan, but fuck, you have a way of riling me up.” He eases out of me then, pushing off the bed to look between my legs. “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I spread my legs wider like the filthy bitch I am, and squeeze my inner walls so more of his cum oozes out.
“Fucking stop it.” He points sternly at me. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never leave this fucking room.”
“Do what?” I ask innocently, giving my inner walls another squeeze, and before I know it, a deep growl rumbles past his lips as he leaps on me.