Chapter 80 #2
A tear escaped her eye, then another, and the tearing yet intoxicating feeling that this image triggered inside me made me hold my breath.
“Fuck, how beautiful you look when you cry,” I murmured hoarsely, holding her gaze, but slowing down and fucking her face more gently, captivated by her eyes.
“Cry for me, Velina.”
Every tear sent an overwhelming sensation through my chest, making me grind my cock harder against her.
The next time she’d cry would be when I dragged her into one of the side corridors, pressed her head against the wall, yanked down her pants, ripped her panties, and thrust into her without warning until her little horny pussy massaged the cum out of my cock. Until her tears forced me to breed her.
Fuck.
I pushed the tip of my cock through the next rolling tear, felt the trembling take over me, and grabbed my hardness, moaning deeply.
My first spurt hit her cheek, the second her lower lip. And I didn’t even hesitate when she parted her lips slightly, shoved myself into her mouth, and, enjoying the sight of her widening eyes, shot my last load into her.
“Ugh... yes... swallow it for me,” I forced out through clenched teeth as I let one hand wander to her throat and felt her swallow my cum.
Breathing heavily, I held on to her, only realizing when a tear dripped from the tip of my nose down onto her cheek that my eyes mirrored the chaos in hers.
As I pulled my cock out of her, I dripped the rest off her lips with a quick up-and-down motion, gazing at my cum-drenched muse.
She was a beautiful mess who was absolutely not allowed to leave my office like this, even though the thought that I had branded her in every conceivable way sent shivers down my spine.
I wasn’t done with her, and I never would be. At least not unless the ideas of all the things I could do to her stopped soon or found a way to escape Atrinus’s greed.
The possibilities were endless. And I needed her. I needed my muse, or I would be doomed.
My seed spread across her entire face, flowing over her lips, down to her chin. But before it had a chance to drip down onto her body, I took my index and middle fingers and pushed my cum back to her bruised lips, where my hickeys and bite marks were visible.
She sighed softly, parted her lips, and welcomed my fingers, gently licking the tips until I pushed them completely into her mouth.
“Swallow,” I demanded again, and she obeyed, before I let my fingers slide out of her mouth.
That sly sparkle returned to her eyes, along with a mischievous smirk.
I paused, stared at her, letting it sink in that she had put us in this situation. That she had control over Atrinus, even if he would never admit it to himself.
“You know you’re perfect, don’t you?”
My voice was husky, as if I were the one who had just been crying.
Her smirk faded.
Because she didn’t believe me.
But we’d get there. Eventually. I would make sure of it.
“Come on up, sit down… Let me clean up this mess.”
She Remembers
Max Richter
I pulled up my pants, zipped them up, and helped Quill to her shaky knees before I unfastened the belt around her wrists and lifted her back onto my desk.
“I like your chaos,” Quill said, her gaze fixed on me as I pulled a box of tissues from one of my desk drawers and filled a clean cup with water. “No matter what kind.”
The last thing I should do was let those words get to me, which was why I dipped the first tissue into the water and started wiping her stomach.
Atrinus’ Hunger was sated for a moment. Yet there was something inside me that reacted to her words. Something deeply desperate. Something fundamentally broken.
It was as if something dark deep inside me was trying to fight its way up to the surface. Something my subconscious had buried ages ago to protect me and others from myself.
And with every wet tissue I used to wipe the ink away as slowly and gently as possible – first from her delicate belly, then from her quivering nipples, her chest, and then from her shoulders – it grew louder.
Like a distant warning, it echoed through the depths of my pitch-black subconscious. And something told me that it wasn’t me it was trying to warn, but Quill.
I pushed all these strangely familiar thoughts, along with that heavy, dark feeling, back into the depths of my mind, tossed the tissue into the trash with the others, and took the next one, with which I gently tended to her wound.
She flinched slightly, causing me to look up at her and study her carefully.
This shouldn’t have happened.
And yet there was neither regret in her eyes nor in my chest.
I was now a part of her.
This would become a scar…
“I like Atrinus.”
I straightened up completely, reached for a new tissue with trembling fingers, moistened it, sought her gaze before placing the tissue under her right eye.
How could she say such a thing when she knew that Atrinus found his greatest inspiration in Velina’s complete self-sacrifice? How could she harbor sympathy for a heartless ink shadow who used his muse and exploited her until nothing remained of her?
She didn’t know how the Ink Duet would end.
It was just a book. My book. And yet that inner feeling of turmoil returned.
As if it weren’t just a book. As if it had never been just a book.
As if Atrinus weren’t just a figment of my imagination, but something that was actually waiting deep inside me, ready to take complete possession of me one day.
Atrinus was a cowardly egoist who hid behind paper masks. Nothing that deserved sympathy.