Chapter 34
Karia
He throws me on the bed, then slams and locks the door shut.
I flip to my back, kicking off my shoes, my socks, crossing my arms and removing my shirt, then shoving down my pants, my underwear.
And I spread my legs, lift my chin, resting on my elbows as I am entirely exposed to him.
His gaze drops to my pussy.
I am panting.
My nipples are peaked.
And I need him.
He choked Maude for me. He did not let her speak poorly of me. And who knows if we will survive much longer.
I will have him, however he wants me. However he lets me.
“Fuck me, Sullen.”
He lifts his chin, the lines around his jaw pulled tight. His eyes are dark, the only light pouring in from the bathroom. We must have left it on. Here, nothing matters.
Maybe not even this.
But I need him.
I pinch my nipple, throw my head back, tug until it hurts and tears spark behind my closed eyes.
I let my knees fall wide.
Let him scent me.
See me.
And I taunt him, because he loves it as much as he hates it.
“If you don’t fuck me,” I gasp, not looking at him. “I will let Cosmo piss inside me. I will let him fuck me after. I will take all of his cum and I—”
I sense his shadow the moment before his fingers tangle in my hair and he jerks me to the edge of the bed, then shoves my mouth against his erection, over his pants.
“Yes.” I moan the word as I part my lips, the cotton along my tongue as I lick up and down him, then lift my gaze to his. His fingers are tight in my hair, hurting, pulling, and his lips are pressed harshly together.
He wants to hurt me.
I deserve it.
“You smoked with him.” An accusation from his lips.
I nod once, panting along the outline of his cock. “And what are you going to do about it, Sullen?” My eyes feel heavy, my heart racing, desire tangled in my brain.
Watching Maude get close to him, hearing her try to convince him I am unloveable, the way she is so shiny and perfect and dark, just like him, it makes me want to prove more how good I am for him. What I will do. What limits I have, which, as far as Sullen Rule is concerned, there are none.
Sullen jerks me away from his cock by his grip on my hair, like it is a leash. He steps back, but does not release me, then he lifts his free hand and slaps my tit.
I moan, dropping my head back, scrambling to let my feet hit the floor, parting my thighs for him, steadying myself.
He slaps my tit again. The same one. And again. The leather stings. The contact hurts. It is everything I have always wanted from him.
My mouth is wide, guttural moans coming from my throat as he strikes me again and again and again, but when he pushes two fingers over my tongue, further still, I do not expect it, and my stomach twitches as I gag on him inside my mouth.
I pop my eyes open and stare up at him.
“This,” he says, answering my question as he watches saliva drip from the edges of my mouth.
I bring up my hands, like a reflex to push him back so I can breathe, but he says, “Do not fucking dare, Karia, or I will slap you.”
He should not tease me like that.
I shove at his thighs, a smile curving around his gloved fingers choking me.
He retracts his hand, and he slaps me across the face so hard, my head spins, wetness along my cheekbone from my own spit.
Fuck.
The breath leaves me.
I do not turn to look at him as my pussy grows wetter and I realize I am naked and spread and abused before him and if he does not fuck me, I am going to lose my mind. He has never seen a princess throw a fit, despite the fact he thinks he has.
“He wanted to fuck me outside. I could see it in his eyes. And for a moment, when we passed the joint back and forth—”
He grabs my face and forces me to look at him again.
There is murder in his eyes.
I live for this. I want him to feel how I felt, watching Maude get close to him. First at Emporium, then here.
“You what?”
“We shared a joint,” I whisper, my heart thudding so fast inside my chest I think it might burst as I stare up at my monster. “His saliva over mine, mine over his, his gaze on—”
He slaps me again.
It steals my breath.
I am in heaven. I might never come down from this high. He asked if I had been hit before. He never told me it would feel this good.
Before I can recover, he reaches down and pushes two gloved fingers into my cunt.
A shallow moan leaves my lips as I look up at him, my face smarting, my eyes wide as he curls his fingers inside me, and I think I am seeing God.
His other hand curves around my throat.
He looms over me as he finger fucks me, rough, deep, twisting and curling.
Then he spits into my open mouth, and we watch it drip to my lips.
On my tongue.
The moment before he uses his fingers inside my cunt to lift my lower half, pushing me onto my back.
I swallow the saliva in my mouth, moaning at the taste of him. He pushes my knee back by my ear, giving him better access to my pussy, right there in between us. I lift my other knee too, grasping just underneath both, spreading myself wide for him.
Then he spits on my cunt and he stares as he fingers me, my tits jolting, my entire body sore.
All for him.
Everything is.
I am only his name.
Sullen Rule.
He could carve it into my body. On my forehead. I am only ever going to be his.
“Fuck,” he groans, using his other hand to lift up my outer labia, staring at the shiny, slick pink of me, and my swollen clit, his saliva there, all over me. Marking me as something he owns. “You are so perfect,” he whispers.
“Cosmo has seen this cunt,” I say, wanting his cock inside me. “Cosmo has fucked me here.”
Sullen pulls his fingers from me and slaps my pussy.
Once.
Twice.
Hard.
“I want your fucking legs behind your head.” He snarls the words and I want to refuse him only because I’m not sure I can do that, but he is dragging his gloved hand—the one wet with me—over his erection, on the outside of his pants, and if there is a chance he will fuck me, just one, I will contort myself into whatever shape he wants.
I snake my arms through my legs, curving my hands over my ankles and forcing my legs behind my head.
Everything strains. My muscles ache. The bruises along my shoulder when I shoved myself into the door that kept me from him at the hotel, it screams. I am in pain, I am exposed, my puffy pussy there for him to take.
But I do not care.
I will pop my own joints before I disobey him here.
He grins at me as he eyes my position. Debased, for him. I can smell my cunt. See how wet I am. I am not this flexible naturally, and it hurts, and I am sure I look just as pathetic as he said I was.
I do not care.
“Sullen,” I whisper. “Sully.” I have heard his father use that name, and I want to obliterate the bad memories and replace them with ones like these.
His eyes widen.
His breath catches.
He pushes his pants down with the heel of his hand as he steps closer.
I can’t breathe.
But I force myself to, if only to whisper it again. “Sully. Please.” I bite my lower lip. I am hoping against hope.
He circles himself, inside his boxers.
Then his cock comes free.
My heart stops. It feels as if it skips beats.
I am in awe. I do not feel pain. Not for this moment, when I watch his gloved hand caress his thick, hard dick.
He is so fucking big.
The biggest cock I have ever seen. His veins are gorgeous, his skin pink, and I am salivating, watching him, my pussy clenching around air.
“He fucked me,” I say again. All this time I was trying to be gentle to get him to fuck me, but he needs what I do: Jealousy. “He fucked me while I pretended I was unconscious and—”
“I know,” Sullen interrupts, stepping closer. He slaps his cock over my pussy and I feel as if I am going to combust.
My knees hurt.
My thighs scream.
It feels as if some parts of me are going numb.
“I watched it,” Sullen says. “There were cameras. From my father. He saw you, too.”
My face heats.
He laughs as he slaps my slit again.
“I’m not sorry, Karia. I’m not sorry we watched your sloppy tits bounce, your whore mouth scream.
” He smacks my cunt with his hand this time, downward, and my entire body jolts.
“Because now I know to fuck you harder. Fucking ruin you.” And he lines up his cock with my entrance.
He smiles at me. “You fucking whore.” And he shoves inside.
I watch his eyes roll back.
Then mine follow.
He is so big, and at this angle, there’s so fucking much of him.
I can’t breathe.
I am calling his name, but I am not sure anything is coming out.
He is groaning. I feel his pleasure in my bones.
His hand comes to my hair, gripping roughly, and he jerks me closer.
“Look,” he snarls. “Does he fuck you like this?” He goes all the way in, and my cunt is tight around his cock, but it feels as if I am going to rip in two.
He pulls my hair harder, then slaps my face as I watch us.
“Huh? Answer me, my little fucking whore.”
My body is hot. I think I will explode. “No,” I whisper. “No.” The word barely comes out. I can feel him in my stomach. All of my organs are squished up and he is in there.
“No, what?”
I look up at him, into those dark eyes, and I feel so alive. Sullen Bram Rule is fucking me.
I am the first person he has ever fucked before.
He is mine.
“No, sir,” I whisper, and for a moment, he pauses, his eyes locked on mine, awe over his features.
Awe.
Then he curls over me, his hand shifting to the back of my head, and he angles his lips over mine.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
“No one has ever fucked me like this, sir.” In my head, he is god.
He runs his mouth over me as he fucks me, softly now, but just as deep. “Karia,” he whispers. “Mine.”
“Yes.” I breathe in his air. I let myself hurt for him.
“I’m so close, baby.”
Baby.
I think I have died.
“I want your cum,” I beg him.
His eyes open, searching mine. “Where?”
“Inside me.” I don’t hesitate. “I don’t care if I get pregnant. I want it, Sully.” I bite my lip, and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. “I want it so much.”
Then he calls out my name, and his body stiffens, and I feel it.
His cum, burying deep inside of me, hot and so much.
He pushes his hand over my clit, driving against it, and I angle my hips up further, pulling him deeper, every muscle stretched, every tendon close to snapping.
But I don’t complain.
Because he is my god.
And I am his princess.
I am.
Slowly, shaking and trembling, he pulls out, but he stares at my pussy, and I feel myself redden, my face on fire in my humiliating position. It doesn’t stop me though. It doesn’t stop me from pushing, so he can see what he did.
His cum, leaking from my cunt.
And when it does, warm and wet, he swipes his finger through it, his lips parted as if in awe, and he pushes into my mouth.
I suck for him, staring into his eyes, and I see it.
He might never say it.
But he loves me, and in this moment, I own him, too.