Chapter Sixteen
Violet
HE TANGLES HIS hand in my hair, pulling my head back so I’m looking at him. “Do you want to suck my cock first, darling?”
“No need to ask her, man, she likes it when you force her,” Aaron interjects. The fact that he’s not even upset about what’s happening makes my stomach sink. “She likes it fucking rough, too.”
Shame heats my chest, crawling up my neck and likely painting my pale cheeks bright red.
Damon looks at Aaron for a moment, cocking his head to the side in that predatory way. Then he looks back at me. “Has he hurt you?” he asks, rage threatening to explode out of him.
A tear escapes, sliding down my cheek before he gently wipes it away. I nod. “They all have.”
I swear a literal growl escapes him when I say this. I’ve always told Damon everything, but I feel so embarrassed about what happened. And fucking angry, both at them and at myself for not doing anything to stop it. For not doing more afterward.
Damon’s whole body is practically vibrating with anger. “Do you want me to kill them?” His voice is eerily calm as he asks the question, and I know he’s serious.
I think about this for a moment. Do I want Damon to kill them?
I think he would. Based on this room, I think he’s killed people in here before.
The blood splatters and knives on the wall look far more real than the rest of the house’s decorations.
And I do want them gone, out of my life.
To be free of them. But is this really the right thing to do?
“No.”
His whole body tenses at my answer, like he’s having to actively work to not do it anyway.
“I want to.”
Damon relaxes, a sigh of relief filtering through the voice modulator. He kneels in front of me and grabs a knife from a holster on his ankle. Presenting it to me, he says, “They’re all yours, darling.”
I grab it, my hand shaking slightly. Am I actually about to kill my boyfriend and his shitty friends?
“What will we do with the bodies?” I ask him.
“Leave that to me.”
This confirms that he has definitely killed people in this room before.
I stand slowly and turn to face Aaron and his friends. All three are pulling against their restraints. Tyler and Zach are gagged, and they look fucking terrified. Good, they should be.
I walk up to Tyler, the weight of the knife unfamiliar in my hand.
His eyes widen, and he starts shaking his head and mumbling incoherent pleas behind his gag.
My stomach twists with uncertainty. Can I really do this?
Then the memory of that night—the feeling of them inside me, violating me—rushes back.
Certainty settles through me, and my hand tightens around the knife handle.
I slice his throat, the knife so sharp I don’t feel any resistance, and blood instantly sprays over me and the room. Hopefully Damon can clean that up too.
Tyler’s wide eyes stare at me in panic for only a minute longer before the life drains from them and he slumps in his chair.
He’s gone.
My heart pounds, and my hands shake.
“Violet, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Aaron cries beside him. “You just fucking killed him!”
Zach is silently crying. I almost feel bad for him. But he could have stopped Aaron, could have refused to participate, and he chose not to.
When I walk over to him, I drag the knife along his cheek slowly. He squeezes his eyes shut, and I can’t have that.
“Look at me,” I demand.
His eyes open, fear and regret filling them.
“You could have stopped this. You could have stopped all of this,” I tell him, and then I plunge the knife into his abdomen, just below his rib cage, twisting and arcing up as I do. I’m no anatomy expert, but I hope I pierced his heart.
He coughs, blood trickling out of his mouth, covering his teeth. Maybe I at least punctured a lung. He’ll die, and that’s all that matters. I leave the fucker to it.
I stand in front of Aaron, wielding the knife covered in his best friends’ blood.
“Don’t do this, Vi,” he begs. “You know you love me, you don’t want me dead.”
I stare at him, appalled that he would think I still love him, or that it would stop me at this point even if I did.
When I don’t say anything or move, he starts pleading. “Vi, come on, please. I’ll help you cover up what you’ve already done. My dad can represent you, if it comes to that. Please, just put the knife down and let’s go home.”
Home. The place he manipulated me, hurt me, violated me. Where he let the dead pieces of shit next to him violate me. That place was never home.
Home is the broad shoulders and denim-blue eyes behind me; the man who gave me the power to overcome this. Home is wherever he is from now on.
I stab the knife into Aaron’s thigh and then immediately pull it out. Based on the small amount of blood pooling on his light-blue jeans, I must not have hit the right spot. I try again on the other thigh, and this time blood instantly floods his pants.
“Fuck! Stop this, you can still stop! Help me!” he cries.
“You can die a slow, painful death. But I’m sick of your stupid voice.
” I reach in his mouth and grab his tongue, pulling it as far out and taut as I can.
The knife is too big to reach the base, so hopefully half is enough.
Around his screams, I try to slice through the muscle, blood pooling in his open mouth.
I don’t quite get all the way through, but it’s enough that he can’t use it anymore.
When I’m done, I turn back around to face Damon.
He’s removed his mask, and the look on his face is pure pride. “How do you feel?” he asks tentatively.
I don’t say anything, I just launch myself at him, kissing him like he’s the air I need to breathe. This is fucked. This is so messed up. Am I actually going to fuck Damon in a room with two dead bodies while my boyfriend bleeds to death?
Yeah, I am. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the feeling of finally being more powerful than them, but I need Damon. Now.
“You promised me you’d fuck me in front of them,” I remind him between kisses.
He smiles against my mouth. “I know, darling, and I will if that’s what you want. But how do you feel?”
“I feel good. I feel light and powerful. On top of the world.” I kiss him again, and he returns it with equal passion.
He drops to his knees, this time kissing my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair, relishing in the gentle affections.
Hitching up the skirt of my dress, he says, “I want you to ride my face, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you see stars as you come.” He drags my underwear down before helping me step out of them.
He lies on his back, pulling on my thighs to move me into position.
When I’m there, he gives me one, long lick and then gently sucks on my clit.
I buck a little bit, gasping at the sensation.
He does it again, sucking on my clit a little longer this time.
I begin rocking against his mouth, my body already craving the satisfaction it knows he can give me.
His tongue swipes against my entrance two more times, and he groans against me.
The vibrations make me moan, and I fall forward, unable to hold myself up.
He’s not having that. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, my back arching just a bit.
He grabs both wrists with one hand and uses the other to reach up and pinch my nipple through the fabric of my dress.
The whole time, his mouth hasn’t stopped its assault on my pussy.
He licks me one last time before latching onto my clit, and then he’s alternating between sucking and rubbing his tongue side to side.
“Oh fuck, Damon!” I moan his name, completely unashamed. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He hums in response, sucking my clit harder and then gently dragging his teeth along it.
And I’m gone. Vibrations shoot through my body, beginning where his mouth is on me and traveling all the way to my fingers and toes.
If it weren’t for his hand holding mine behind me, the pressure would have me curling forward.
My hips continue to grind on his face as the waves of my orgasm crash through me.
When my body finally stops shaking, he plants a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. His dark-blue eyes gaze up at me, full of lust. “Stay on your knees for me, Violet?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod. I’m so spent I can’t even form words.
He releases my hands, and I fall forward, planting them on the ground in front of me. He slides out from under me and then positions himself behind me. My hips instinctively push back when I hear the click of his belt buckle.
“So eager for my cock?” he murmurs.
“Yes.” The word comes out breathy and desperate.
The tip of his cock drags through my folds, and I shudder, feeling like I could come again just from that.
He pushes the tip in a bit, and holy fuck, he already feels like he’s filling me.
I brace my arms, preparing for the full size of him.
“Relax, darling. It’ll fit, but you gotta relax for me, okay?”
I nod, willing my body to relax while still holding myself up for him.
He lines up again, pushing in a bit further this time.
“Fuck, your pussy’s still spasming,” he says breathlessly.
He grips my hip with one hand, his other fisting in my hair.
At the same time he pulls back on my hair, making me arch back toward him, he thrusts all the way in, causing a garbled scream to burst from me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.
“Damon!” I say his name like a plea.
“Fuck, Violet, you’re so fucking tight.” He swivels his hips a bit, like he’s adjusting to the feeling of being inside me. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“Yes, god, yes. Only you, Damon.” I clench around him, hoping to spur some movement.
He must get the message, because he pulls out slowly—so fucking slowly, I swear I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag against my walls—and then he pushes back in. His thrusts start slow and rhythmic, and soon I’m moaning for him. Curse words fly from my lips as he continues.
“Fuck, Damon, I’m close.”
He groans as he hits that spot inside me. “Yeah, you gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”
“Oh, god, please—” He thrusts harder, making me scream, “Yes!”
My orgasm builds, my body shaking and core clenching.
His thrusts stutter a bit as he asks, “Can I come in this perfect little pussy? Will you milk my cock for me?”
“Yes, please, I’m so close, I just need—”
Before I can finish, the hand holding my hip moves to my clit. He pushes on it with his middle finger, giving me just the right amount of pressure. Each thrust of his hips makes me rub against his finger, and soon I’m seeing those stars he promised me.
“Fuck!” I scream as my orgasm tears through me, making my pussy clench and spasm around his thrusting cock.
“Oh fuck, Violet.” He grunts through his final few thrusts before spilling inside me.
Releasing my hair, he leans over my body and plants his hand next to mine.
He continues to gently thrust and grind against me, drawing out both of our pleasures.
I twitch and moan. His cock pulses inside me once more, and my entire body shivers.
He rests his head against my shoulder as we both catch our breath.
After a few minutes, he slowly pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss.
He grips my chin in his hand, turning my face toward his. “That was fucking perfect, Violet.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re fucking perfect.”