24. Twenty-Four
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TWENTY-FOUR
ARCHER
I was obsessed with watching my girl sleep. The way her dark hair cascaded over her pillow and the way her dark eyelashes kissed her cheeks. Her delicate features—high cheekbones, tiny, pert nose, and those full lips. Lips I loved to kiss. Lips I wanted to see wrapped around my cock. As I gazed at her, I traced the curve of her jawline with my fingers, feeling the softness of her skin under my touch. Gently, I pulled back the covers, revealing her naked body, the pink of her nipples showing through her thin shirt, hard and begging for my attention. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, lost in her dreams, oblivious to my hunger.
After the library, I convinced her to stay with me because I needed to get her alone, away from prying eyes. In a place I had total control. After I fucked her sweet pussy again, she fell asleep in my arms, unaware of the punishment I had planned for her.
I warned her I was a monster.
I promised to ruin her.
When I told her she belonged to me, I meant it.
Body and soul, she was mine.
If that meant reminding her of that, I would do it.
You see, I had cravings. Demonic cravings .
Ones only she could satisfy.
I needed to taste her.
I needed to feel her quivering beneath me.
I needed to hear her screams as I destroyed her, pushing her to the brink of sanity.
My love had never been tainted by morality or loyalty. I was the epitome of love, a love that devoured. Possessed. Obliterated. She would forget all that was good, all that was pleasant.
She would even forget herself. And when she did, when she became an empty vessel, I would fill her up with my sinister passions.
My wicked desires.
My love would scorch her, burn her, consume her.
So, when Alexander Benson dared to touch what was mine, and she let him, innocent or not, the devil was unleashed. Seeing Professor Hazel look at her like he wanted to fuck her, I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. But the beast could no longer be contained when she smiled at him. I would remind her exactly what it meant to be mine in every twisted and wicked way imaginable.
She may scream.
She may plead.
She may cry.
But she would obey.
Her sweet, innocent body would be used and abused, and yet she would beg me for more.
I crawled over to her and leaned in close to her ear. "I will take everything from you until you surrender to me completely. You will quiver and shake and whisper my name in a fervent prayer. And then, I'll take even more," I whispered, feeling her shiver beneath my hands as I pulled myself closer to her.
Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't see me. She was still lost in her dreams.
The way her breath hitched at the mere thought of my words made my hunger grow. I knew the moment she woke, I would begin. I reached out my hand and gently stroked her hair, feeling the soft strands cascade through my fingers. She stirred again, but still, she didn't wake.
I studied the rise and fall of her chest, taking in every detail of her body under the gaze of my predator's eyes. My need for her consumed me, a constant fire that could only be quenched by being inside her. I kissed her hips and ran my hand down her stomach, feeling her stir under my touch. I pushed her thighs apart with gentle force and brought my face to her soaked pussy, eagerly tasting her sweetness. Her wet lips glistened in the dim light. I could smell her arousal, and as I licked her slowly, she arched her hips toward me. Sliding my fingers inside of her, the smell of her filled my senses, and all I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her.
But not yet.
She stirred again, this time a small whimper escaping her lips. "I know you're awake," I continued to lick and suck her, and her moans grew louder, her hips thrusting harder against my face.
Here it comes …
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at me, then back at her wrists. Panic flashed across her features as she realized she was tied down to the bed. I could see the recognition in her eyes and knew I had her attention. While she slept, I carefully applied restraints to her wrists and ankles that wrapped around the mattress. There was no way she would get loose without me releasing her.
"You're awake now," I smirked as I continued to tease her sensitive flesh.
"Archer? What are you doing? Why am I tied up?" She struggled against the restraints, trying to make sense of the situation. I could see her trying to rationalize what was happening.
With a final lick, I pulled back and looked up at her, my eyes burning into hers. "I warned you about me. I told you I was a monster. I meant it when I told you you were mine and belonged to me. When you let Alexander touch you at the bonfire, I should have punished you then. But then you almost died, and I had to be inside of you."
"Alexander? Wh-What? The guy you have beef with? I didn't know who he was, Archer," she protested .
"When Professor Hazel looked at you, and you reciprocated his affection, I realized that I have been too lenient with you. You don't understand the depth of my obsession. You don't understand what it means to belong to someone, but I promise by the time I am done, you will."
"What are you talking about? I am committed to you. Only you ," she argued.
"You will learn to crave my touch above all others, to desire only me, to love only me . And when you do, when you finally submit to me completely, then, and only then, will you understand the true depth of my darkness."
The fear and confusion in her eyes only served to encourage me, and I watched as she yanked at her restraints, laughing as they didn't budge.
"This isn't funny, Archer. I killed someone to be with you."
Tears filled her eyes, and my dick twitched. I loved seeing her vulnerable, helpless, and restrained.
"Yes, you killed to be with me, sweetheart. But it's not enough. I can make you do so much more. I can make you want to kill for me. To hurt others to satisfy my twisted desires."
As I spoke, I trailed my fingers down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She struggled against her restraints, but I knew she was mine. I had complete control over her.
"Let's see how well you can resist," I whispered, sliding my fingers past her wet folds and slowly rubbing her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against my touch. "Look at how eager you are."
My smile grew as I continued thrusting my fingers inside of her. "I am your greatest desire and your darkest fear. I am your savior and the very thing you fear most. In me, you will find the meaning of true love and the price you must pay to keep it."
Her breathing became ragged, and her nails dug into the palms of her hands as I continued to tease her, brushing my fingers over her most sensitive spots. "Do you want to know how much I've been craving this, sweetheart? To see you tied up. Bucking against my hand as I touch you. Bringing you so close... "
As much as she tried to resist, she couldn't. My touch drove her wild. And she had always been eager to come. So when her moans became louder, and her body writhed, twisting and shaking as she tried to fight her release, I stopped.
"God, Archer, don't stop. Please."
"This is your punishment, baby. You come when I tell you to come. You will obey me."
I continued to tease her, my fingers gliding across her flesh like a titan's sword through butter. She writhed and moaned, her body demanding release, but after a few minutes, she realized I would not give it to her. I was in control, and I would make her submit to me. She writhed in frustration as tears filled her pretty eyes, her hips bucking wildly against my hand as I continued to deny her the release she needed.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "I need this...I need you."
Her words echoed in my ears. "You come when I tell you to come ." I smacked the palm of my hand against her swollen flesh, and she bit her lip, fighting back her cries.
I smacked again.
She hissed but refused to give me what I wanted.
Stubborn girl.
"Scream for me, baby," I growled, my voice low and full of venom.
The arousal was building in her eyes as she realized she was entirely at my mercy. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but I knew she wasn't truly afraid of me. No, she was afraid of herself. Afraid of how much she wanted this darkness that I offered her.
"I hate you," she spat, and I believed at that moment she did.
"Resist all you want." I felt satisfied as I continued using my fingers and mouth as the weapon to break down any resistance she had left. I grinned, and my hand stilled for a moment as I watched her. The fire in her eyes was strong, but I knew it would only take a little more persuasion to bring it to life.
"Beg me. Let go of your anger and give in to my darkness. Let me be your savior and your destroyer. "
She was a wild, unpredictable creature, but I knew I could tame her.
I reached toward my end table and grabbed my knife from the drawer. I spun it in my hand, letting her watch me, enjoying the anticipation that flooded her eyes. The fight-or-flight response surged through her body, and I could see her tensing up, preparing herself for what was to come. Part of her wanted to trust me, but there was still a part of her that feared what I might do. The rational part was still there, and that's the part of her I wanted to break.
"I'm going to cut you, darling," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "And it's going to hurt. But it's also going to feel really, really good."
She whimpered and struggled against her restraints, her eyes tight with anger. Beneath her anger was a deep desire for what I offered her. I slowly ran the knife down the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of blood I knew would only turn her on more. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her body into the mattress in a feeble attempt to get away from the blade.
"I love watching you bleed."
"I hate you," she repeated, but her voice thinned.
"Such a pretty sight." My smile grew wicked as I twisted the knife in my hand, the blade gripped tightly in my palm and pressed the tip of the hilt against her entrance. Slowly, I pushed the cold handle inside her, and she stiffened. I thrust it in and out of her, just the way she liked it. The blade had settled into my palm, tearing my flesh open. My blood covered the blade and dripped onto the bed, mixing with hers. My dick was so hard, it felt like my skin would rip open.I tried to adjust it, fighting the urge to cover it with our blood and fuck her pretty mouth.
Her hips bucked, and she desperately tried to hide how good this felt. She wanted this. Every bit of it. The pain, the pleasure, the sadomasochistic nature of our relationship. The fear and lust, the hate and love in her eyes as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and I could see her surrendering control, but the tears soaking her face told me she was afraid I wouldn't let her come .
"Please, Arch-," she whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.
Her plea hung in the air, unfinished, as I watched her squirm in her restraints. She was mine now, body and soul, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Her fear, her desire, her love for me—it was all so intoxicating.
I finally took pity on her and allowed her to come, but only on my terms. As I thrust the cold handle of the knife into her, I used my free hand to tantalize her clit, applying just enough pressure to send her over the edge.
Her screams filled the room as her body convulsed beneath me. I could feel the transfer of energy between us, the bond between us growing stronger with each thrust of the knife. I knew she felt it too; the darkness that was hers and mine merged in that moment.
As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled the knife out of her, admiring the wet hilt, now covered in her cum. She still panted heavily, eyes watching me, but relief and satisfaction covered her face. And as I looked down at her, at her blood and my blood mingling on the sheets, I knew we were both a match made in hell. "Welcome to my darkness, little rabbit.”