Chapter 2 - Xavier #3
“Your body belongs to me, Yara. Your pain, your happiness, your fears and your dreams, they’re all mine.
The sooner you get in line, the better it is.
” I didn’t wait for her response. I didn’t even wait for her acknowledgement as I flicked her clit with my tongue one more time, before pressing the blade deeper into her skin.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg to be released.
Her breathing quickened as I pulled back, transfixed by the capillary blood appearing where the blade passed.
The line began at that wicked little space between her pussy and her thigh, going outwards, making her one step closer to being mine and only mine.
My eyes stayed on her as I moved the blade from her skin, positioning it for the next line. “Now, you’re fucking mine.” And I cut.
Her eyes stayed on me the entire time, and whether it was the shock or the sheer fucking filthiness of what I was doing, I didn’t know, but her pussy spasmed in front of my eyes, betraying her secrets when she probably didn’t want to do that.
The scent of her mixed with the scent of her blood made me dizzy, weak, and before she could protest, before she could push me away, I threw the small knife on the floor the moment the line ended, marking her with X.
With my initials.
My cock jumped, ready, eager to mark her, to make her understand she would never ever be touched by anyone else. She would never belong to anybody else.
Yara didn’t have time to get away from me as I dug my fingers into her hips, latching at her wound with my tongue, flattening it against her skin as I drank the small remnants of blood that were still pooling on top of the cut.
“Fuck!” Her breathless voice filled my ears, but I was too far lost to even look at her now, not to mention stop myself.
Within seconds I was back at her core. Drinking. Slurping. Reveling in the sounds she made as I feasted on her cunt like a man fucking starved for salvation.
For something to hold onto.
"I'm gonna... Oh, God... Xavier!" She dragged her hand toward her clit, rubbing furiously, needing that edge, that sharpness, that hook to pull her over into the abyss. "Oh. My... Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her eyes connected with mine. "Please. Please, Xavier. Please."
She was gone, completely mindless, lost to the need to come, the need to be filled up, and like a sick motherfucker I was, instead of letting her come again on my fingers, feeling that I couldn't wait anymore.
I shuffled from the bed, losing my pants and letting them fall all the way down to the floor.
Her eyes landed on my cock pointing at her and my hand stroking over the aching flesh.
"Is this what you want, Yara?" I stroked furiously, feeling the pressure gathering at the bottom of my spine.
God, I needed to come. I needed to come inside her right fucking now.
"You want your stepbrother to fuck you like a little slut?
" Her eyes hooded, her hand increasing its speed, and I took a step forward, showing her what she was missing.
"Tell me, little lamb. Do you want my cock deep inside your pussy, stretching you, filling you up until you can take no more? "
"Yes, damn you!" she shrieked. "I want you deep. I want you here, please."
A stronger man would've been able to stop himself. A stronger man would've walked outside of this room, but I wasn't a strong man.
Not right now.
Her hand went in circles, her eyes flashing with desperation for her release, never once moving from my cock. It was just too bad she wouldn't get what she wanted.
Not right now.
I wanted her desperate for me. I wanted her to crave me more than I craved her.
I wanted her on her knees, begging for this, begging for my touch, for my cock, and I didn't have enough time tonight to hear her beg. I wanted her to suffer just a little bit more.
I kneeled on the bed, my hand fastening, dragging over the head of my cock and back, my own eyes closing from the pleasure coursing through me this time.
She looked at me, trepidation evident in every gaze, every breath.
Wrapping my fingers around her knee, I spread her open, letting her legs fall on the sides.
The little mewls, moans and whimpers pumped me up, making me go faster.
"Fuck."
"Please," she begged again. "I need... Oh, God.
" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my fingers entered her again, driving in and out of her relentlessly, in the rhythm of my left hand as it ran over my cock.
She was unhinged, completely free, and looking at her like this I wished she would behave the same every single day.
Right now, she wanted me, but the moment this was over there would be a hell to pay and I honestly looked forward to it.
Her mouth opened further, those pretty eyes closing immediately, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. "Fuuuuuuck!" she roared like a woman possessed just as her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, couldn't wait. My fingers squeezed around me, bordering on pain, and with a rush in my ears, I sprayed my cum all over her stomach, over her camisole, groaning as the aftershocks ran through me. I was breathing heavily, as if I’d just ran a marathon, as did she.
The temperature in the room was sizzling, filled with our voices, the need we both had and the moment I opened my eyes it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice water over me, especially after seeing the glare on her face.
She pulled away from me, her back hitting the headboard, and before I could even stop myself from shivering, her hands pushed against my chest, making me fall on my ass on the bed.
"What the fuck, Xavier?"