Chapter 33 Bastian #2
I’ve ruined her for guys her own age. Their clumsy, inexperienced hands, hands, their quick-draw cocks. No one her age could tease her like this without coming in their pants. Could taunt her this mercilessly without being compelled to stick their dick inside her and come seconds later.
When I flatten my tongue against her clit, a helpless little cry spills past her lips. Arousal vibrates somewhere low behind my ribs at the pathetic sound.
Her clit swells beautifully under my tongue, pink and needy and tangy with want.
I pull back only to press my tongue lower, thrusting into her entrance where the heat is fiercest. Her slit weeps blood for my tongue as I flick my way in and out of her pussy.
Instead of recoiling, I lap at her, nose buried against her flesh like I want to drown.
“That’s it, girl. Clench around my tongue like the eager slut you are.”
I eat like a starved man, savoring every ounce of her sweetness, and she just lies there, watching through her lashes, unable to stop me as I use her limp body for my every filthy need.
This is sin by inches. A slow rot down my spine.
Every one of her weak shivers, every mewled protest, just spurs me on.
I should have walked out the moment I found her breathing. Should’ve let her sleep it off.
Instead, I’m dragging her deeper into the dark with me.
She’s shaking, confused, bleeding in my mouth, and still her body betrays her, heating around my fingers like it was waiting for this.
And God help me, I want to see how far that betrayal will go.
I push two fingers inside her entrance, just enough to breach.
“I’m going to wreck your pretty little cunt,” I murmur, locking eyes with her as I dip my fingertips inside her. “And tomorrow, you’ll put on a sweet smile like nothing happened. We both know just how much you enjoy this.”
The sound she makes at the intrusion is high and helpless, a half-moan, half-sob. Her lids flutter, too heavy to fully open, yet her body betrays her again. Her pussy clenches down, sucking me deeper in like she doesn’t know how to refuse.
Haven thinks she’s a locked door, but my fingertips are the key. The shiver running through her as I press deeper inside is the tumbling of pins inside the lock.
I don’t drive my fingers in.
Not yet.
I wedge them wider instead, pulling them apart by gradual, merciless degrees, splitting her open against her own resistance. Watching the raw stretch of her pussy, the stubborn give.
“Oh, you don’t like this? Then why the fuck are you dripping down my hand? You’re lying with your mouth and begging with your cunt.”
Her thighs tremble weakly against my shoulders as I force them wider, the soft, pale skin so fucking fragile under my teeth. I sink in just enough to bruise, biting her tender flesh until red blooms like a brand.
Haven whimpers.
Her legs twitch.
She should be closing against me, knocking the intrusion away, but she can’t. That sound isn’t only pain. There’s something else in it. Something hungry she hasn’t learned to hide.
“So fucking innocent. Pure and untouched. Let’s fix that, shall we?”
I hold her open, studying every quiver her body makes, and then lean over her as I let saliva gather in my mouth.
Her mouth quivers as she watches, a blubbered, “N-no,” spilling out.
But I don’t have a choice.
I need her dirty, filthy, obscene like me.
I spit deep inside her bloody, stretched open pussy, and have to fight the urge to come at the sound she makes—half horrified moan, half desperate mewl.
Her whole body flinches. A shudder ripples through her limp frame, but still her hips rock just enough to prove there’s something wanton lurking beneath the shame.
“That’s it, girl. Swallow down my filth.”
Her eyes squeeze closed, and a sound she shouldn’t be making leaks past her bitten lip.
The body tells the truth.
Her body knows who it belongs to.
I tighten my spread, stretch her wider, watch her quiver at the pressure, knowing the moment I let her tighten down around my cock, she’ll unravel completely.
“Christ, you’re so fucking needy.” I draw back, showing her my fingers glistening with blood and saliva and arousal. “Look how you’re gushing for me like a wounded thing.”
I bring my hand down in a stinging slap right on her clit. Her limp body jerks faintly, flesh jiggling under my palm. She mewls in protest, but a violent twitch betrays just how much she craves my abuse, even under sedation.
I duck down for a last lick, a quick thrust with my tongue, and then I’m crouched over her still body like a nightmare as she struggles to focus on my eyes.
I lower my face to hers before she can attempt another breathy protest, and press my mouth down on her slack, trembling lips.
It isn’t tenderness.
It’s theft.
My tongue invaded her mouth the way my fingers just invaded her pussy. I taste myself smeared on her lips—spit and salt and blood—and force it back down her throat.
For a heartbeat she goes rigid, caught between refusal and shock, but the sound she makes when I suck her lower lip into my teeth is such a pathetic confession.
A whimper, raw and unwilling, a sound she can never take back.
By the time she drags in another sob of air, I’ve left my mark on her mouth as surely as I’ve left it inside her pussy.
She gasps when I shift to unzip my pants and free my cock, a ragged little sound that threatens to have me coming in my fucking hand. Then her eyes are closed again, like she can will me away with the power of her mind.
“Open your eyes, girl. Look at the cock I’m about to shove inside your tight, bloody little slit.” I stroke it just for her, and her eyes flick to my hand, her chest rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths.
Her trembling thighs drag together instinctively when I try to sink between them, but she doesn’t have the strength to close them.
Nor the desire.
That flush on her cheeks isn’t just shame. It’s arousal. Need.
“I don’t ask for permission. Not now, not ever. Best you get used to it, girl.” I press forward, slow, deliberate, and the moment my cock breaches her wet, bloody entrance it feels like desecration and devotion all at once.
She cries out, not all pain, not all pleasure, her pussy clamping down on me like it doesn’t know the difference. Her nails rake slowly at the sheets, her head weakly turns away, but her thighs relax open.
Traitorous, desperate, welcoming.
Wrong, so wrong, and I can’t stop. I never wanted to. She belongs to me now—branded, stained, owned.
Kai submitted.
Haven succumbs.
And in her final surrender I claim the ownership of a god.
“I’ll fuck the no out of you until the only words you know are harder, Sir.”
I drive into her ruthlessly deep, relishing the pained whimpers and mewls she makes under me.
All the patience I held crumbles, leaving only brutality behind.
She takes me, all of me, is torn open for it because she has no choice, just as I had no choice but to drive down here, break in, climb the stairs, and take what’s mine.
Her chest heaves beneath me, her hands flutter to push and then fall away. But we both know resisting now is utterly pointless. The sight of her nails clawing at the sheets only makes me grind in deeper.
There’s no gentleness left, no worship dressed as mercy.
Just corruption and ruin.
Just the brute violence of claiming what no one else ever should.
When tears leak out behind her shivering lashes, I’m there to lick them from her skin, whispering, “I love making you cry, pretty girl,” against her mouth.
The taste of her salty tears makes it impossible to hold back. I come with a deep-seated growl that’s possessive and furious, my thick shaft churning that seed into a thick, pink cream when it mixes with her blood.
Thighs that had been spreading open for me suddenly snap against my waist. Weak, but still trying to keep me in place.
I lean back, grabbing her throat as I slam into her pussy, keeping my cock buried deep inside.
“Please…” she mumbles through slack lips.
But I stay buried, unmoving, taunting her. “Now you’re begging me to let you come? Make up your mind, girl.”
I tighten my grip on her neck, watching her face flush, her lips part, her eyes widen in fear.
Then, and only then, do I grind the heel of my free hand over her clit, pushing her over the edge with a relentless pressure. Her eyes flicker, lips trembling as she fights, fights—and breaks.
The ragged sounds she makes as she comes brands itself in my mind.
I drop my head, my fingers sinking into her hair as the room spins around me. Drunk on the heat, on the pain she can’t hide, on the wet clutch that seals around me like it already knows I’ll never fucking leave.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her throat.
I stay inside her, relishing her wetness and her warmth. But her silence is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.
The room feels hushed, holy, wrong.
Haven won’t be the same again.
Kai will never be the same.
I’ve dragged them both over a line they can’t ever cross again.
She will remember how she unwillingly came undone.
And I will remember the way she fought, her skin flushed with shame while her body dragged us both deeper into the dark.
This is the truth.
This is what I’m built for.
Not tenderness. Not love.
Ruin.
I grab the edge of her pastel quilt and drag it closer, wiping it over her wet, bloodstained pussy.
Ruining the fabric, just like I ruined her.
“You’re damaged goods now, sweet girl. Broken, branded, fucking mine.”
I slide my free hand up her limp torso to her throat, wrapping fingers around the delicate column. Not crushing, but just enough pressure to feel her pulse stutter and flutter weakly against my palm while her body arches in a helpless spasm.
She’s so small, so breakable, that faint choke drawing a mewled gasp from her lips, her shivers turning frantic as if begging for air and more all at once.
I lean over her, caging her in, unable to move, unwilling to. It’s enough for now just to feel her clutch me as though her body itself refuses to let me go.
Not obedience. Not submission.
Succumbing.
And it’s enough, for now.
“My sweet, perfect girl,” I rasp against her lips before kissing her as brutally as I just fucked her.
Her body lies limp beneath me, but her lips move against mine—desperate, urgent…eager.
I smile as she kisses me back, my cock already hardening again inside her bleeding hole.
I don’t have a choice but to fuck her again.
…Neither does she.