Chapter 22
Present
Zilphia. Zilphia. Zilphia. That fucking girl has been stomping around in my subconsciousness nonstop all goddamn day.
I’m a junkie for her pain. Nothing has ever gotten my dick harder.
Her anguished screams and tearful pleas sent me into a frenzy.
I completely spiraled, losing myself in her tantalizing fear.
Terrorizing her was euphoric, better than busting deep inside some gushing pussy. But raping her… that was chef’s kiss. Zilphia’s delicious virgin ass choked my cock almost painfully, her strained muscles clinging to me with every thrust.
I need another fix. Just a small hit. A grunt rumbles past my lips. Who the fuck am I kidding? A small hit won’t do it for me. I want to overdose on her.
Seeing her beautiful face for the first time after three long years was a kick to the gut.
Gone is her girlhood glow, replaced with womanly allure.
Granted, her slender frame hasn’t changed much over the years, but there’s noticeably more curve to her ass and tits.
The most discernible difference is her lean facial features, which were once slightly rounded.
Sam, pathetic bastard that he is, immediately wanted to gather her in his arms and forgive her deceit.
Sandman, on the other hand, had no such sentiments.
He wanted to fuck and butcher her all at once.
I’ll be doing the former quite often. The latter…
well, I haven’t decided yet. I can’t hurt her anymore if she’s dead.
I veer my motorcycle left, turning onto her street.
It’s a little past one in the morning. Zilphia spent the day with Meela and arrived home not too long ago.
A prospect was on her tail the entire time, periodically updating me on her activities.
I park and dismount, dropping my helmet on the seat before heading toward the house.
I reach into my cut and pull my phone from the inner pocket, my dick stirring in anticipation.
Me: Open the door.
I gave Zilphia a cell phone last night with strict instructions to answer my texts and calls, no matter the time or place.
She can’t afford to reactivate her own service with less than nine bucks in her bank account.
The fucking irony. I made it my business to know everything about her. The easier to control my prey.
The door eases open, revealing my obsession.
Her terror-stricken eyes lock on me, tugging a smile on my lips.
I clear the porch steps, my possessive gaze taking in her oversized T-shirt and bare legs.
I wonder if she’s wearing shorts underneath.
I’ll find out soon enough. She steps back to let me in, then quietly pushes the door shut with a soft click.
I cut my gaze to the living room. “Get on the sofa.”
“Not here,” she whispers, still facing the door. “Someone could come down.”
I’m on her in a flash, plastering her against the wooden surface. “One: You fucking look at me when you’re talking to me.” I seize her ponytail and yank her head back. “Two: When I tell you to do something, you better goddamn do it. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers.
“I tell you to get butt naked and take a stroll down the street,” I say, running my nose along her jaw, “what you doing?”
“I’m going to do it,” she answers, a hitch in her trembling voice.
“What’s that?” I tighten my hold in her hair. “Couldn’t hear you.”
She winces. “I’m getting naked and taking a stroll down the street.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” I snake my free hand under her T-shirt to put my curiosity to rest.
Panties, no shorts.
I lightly stroke her clit through the cotton material. “You have a fat clit, Zilphia,” I murmur, grinding my erection against her ass. “Anyone ever taste it?”
“Yes.”
“Who?” I growl, raw jealousy sinking sharp talons into me.
“Redmond,” she answers.
“Ended up with that piece of shit after all, huh?” Red-hot rage boils my blood. “And he never fucked you?” I ask skeptically.
I just might have to find that motherfucker and gut him. The thought of another person knowing how she tastes doesn’t sit right with me. We were supposed to be each other’s first and last everything, but she ruined that possibility for us.
I lost my virginity to a goddamn twinkie instead. The experience was underwhelming, but that didn’t stop me from sowing my wild oats. Being the son of the great Zeus got me limitless pussy on demand. If I’m being honest, sex doesn’t hold the same appeal for me it once did.
That is, until she came crashing back into my life. I want nothing more than to fuck her tight virgin cunt, but first she has to suffer.
“No,” Zilphia replies. “My mother wouldn’t allow it.”
“Of course not,” I retort. “I’m going to take a guess and say she told you to seduce him…
tempt him with a few touches here and there, but not to give up the goods.
No doubt she was pimping you out for self-serving purposes and you let her.
Too bad becoming destitute put a wrench in her plans. Am I right?”
“I had no choice,” she explains.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” I snarl, hauling her into the living room, my hand still tangled in her silky curls.
“Sandman, please don’t fuck me there again.”
“I’m not,” I shove her onto the sofa and sink to my knees. “I have something else in mind.”
“What?” she asks, her voice catching in her throat.
I latch onto her legs and jerk her forward, making her fall back against the cushions. “This,” I say, brushing my fingertips over her concealed pussy.
“No.”
“Yes.” I tug her panties down her legs and toss the scrap of cotton onto the floor.
“Please,” she whispers. “I don’t want to lose my virginity like this.”
“We don’t get everything we want, Zilphia. You of all people should know that.” I position my face right at her slick opening and stare at her glistening pink cunt.
So pretty.
My mouth waters. The moon shines in through a gap in the curtains, granting me a clear view of her pussy. I spread her legs further apart and dip my greedy tongue into her sweet nectar, thoroughly exploring every slope and curve. I’m fucking famished for her.
She wrecked me, yet I want her with a hunger more profound than ever before.
I clasp onto her supple thigh with one hand and hurriedly free my throbbing length with the other. Then my mouth closes over her clit, my tongue swirling around the swollen flesh, teasing and sucking, while my hand coasts along my cock.
Zilphia’s arms fly above her head, her hands gripping the sofa cushions, soft, husky moans spilling from her lips. Tears leave glittering trails on her cheeks. She doesn’t want this, but she can’t control her body’s natural response. She’s completely under my control.
“Oh God,” Zilphia gasps, her body writhing beneath my mouth.
I replace my tongue with my fingers and bury my nose at her convulsing entrance, needing to breathe her orgasm into my body. My mind goes completely blank as her sweet, musky scent overloads my senses. I’ve never smelled anything more decadent in my entire existence.
It’s the most powerful high there is.
Every molecule in my body hums, alive with need. I delve my tongue into her sopping hole, fervently lapping her creamy elixir. Once I’ve had my fill, I pull back and lift her ankles to my shoulders.
“I could eat you for hours,” I rasp, skimming my fingers through her downy pubic hairs.
“Please don’t do this,” she quietly weeps, her sorrowful eyes pleading with me.
“No more begging, Zilphia.” I kiss the heel of her left foot. I’ve always had an obsession with her feet.
I push into her, but just the tip.
My. Fucking. God.
She feels like warm silk. I still, trembling with the effort not to tear through her virgin walls. I’m not ready to fuck her just yet. The goal is to frighten her, even though I have to torture myself in the process.
“I’m not on birth control,” she says, desperation dilating her pupils.
The thought of Zilphia’s belly swollen with our baby draws my balls taut. What the fuck is wrong with me? I dispel the enticing image from my mind.
“Don’t care.” I shackle my hand around her ankle and bring her foot to my mouth, nipping and kissing right where the arch dips. “You have the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen.”
She inhales a sharp breath, saucer-wide gaze watching my every move.
“Soon, I’m going to fuck these feet,” I announce, rubbing my cheek against her heel.
“You can’t come inside me.”
“Can’t?” I rasp. “Who’s going to stop me?” I sweep my tongue up her delicate sole and suckle each exquisite toe.
I begin slowly moving my hips in short, jerky thrusts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s so fucking good. No girl should have this much power between her thighs.
Everything about her is addictive. This is only the tip.
How would it feel to be fully embedded in her heat?
I’ll probably lose what little sanity I have left.
Goddamn her, and goddamn her good pussy.
Zilphia tenses with every advancing thrust, bracing for the loss of her virginity.
I take sick delight in her distress, snapping my hips faster.
Nothing compares to this—not killing, not even riding my motorcycle down an empty highway on a bright, sunny day.
Sweat cascades down my bunching muscles, molding my clothes to my body like a second skin.
I turn to her other foot, kissing, sucking, and licking to my heart’s content. If this is hell, fuck it, give me a first-row seat every day for the rest of my life.
I groan, balls shuddering violently.
“I’m about to come.” I throw my head back, pumping my seed into her. “Fucking Christ.”
I rest my forehead on her ankle, catching my breath. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go now. Our fates became intertwined the second she found me hiding in her tree house.
I push to my feet and shove my dick back into my jeans. “Show me where you sleep.”
Zilphia plucks her panties off the floor and hurries through a door near the kitchen entrance. I follow her down the stairs, pulling the door shut behind me.
I peruse her sleeping quarters. “Poetic justice at its finest.”
Barely any moving space, musty odor, and a dilapidated air mattress to lay her head at night—this is exactly what she deserves.
“I have a surprise for you.” I take out my cell phone and go to my photos.
She accepts it with a shaky hand, blanching at the still image on the screen.
“Keep scrolling, there are tons more.”
“Did you take these?” she asks, frantically swiping through the pictures.
“No.” I snatch my cell phone from her grasp and stash it in my back pocket. “The Gods have a far reach. One phone call and he’s dead within sixty minutes.”
“Please don’t,” she begs me.
“Why?” I question, tilting my head to the side. “You hate each other.”
“He’s still my brother.”
“So that slimy motherfucker gets your loyalty, but I got a knife in the fucking back.” I clamp my hand around her jaw and shove her onto the air mattress. “Get on your fucking knees.” I pull my cock free, slapping her hard across the face with it. “Grab it and dry your tears.”
She wraps a slender hand around the thick base, sliding my length over one tear-soaked cheek, then the other.
“Fuck, your tears make me so goddamn hard,” I groan, interlocking my fingers behind her neck. “Open wide.”
I surge into her mouth, riding her face with ruthless thrusts.
Zilphia braces her palms on my thighs, grappling against my vicious assault.
The wild hysteria clouding her glossy brown irises stirs my blood, inciting the most primitive part of me.
I dig my nails into her nape and jackhammer into her throat until her body goes limp.
I release my hold, and she crumples to the mattress, coughing and struggling for breath.
I’m on her instantly, tearing her shirt over her head. My gaze zeros in on her pierced belly.
I run my finger over the shiny jewelry. “Stunning.”
This is a pleasant surprise. She must’ve gotten the piercing done at Draco’s tattoo shop earlier. I hook my arms under her knees and hoist her legs over my shoulders, aligning my length at her rimmed opening.
“This is going to hurt,” I rasp and drive into her tight muscles.
Zilphia cries out, her delicate features contorted in agony.
I lie flat against her soft curves and curl my fingers over her shoulders, thrusting and rolling my hips until she’s stretched to capacity, then my control shatters.
I plunge into her with punishing brutality, unleashing three years of pent-up anger on her body.
“I’ve earned this,” I groan against her wet cheek. “You’re mine to break.”
I dip my head and feast on her tits, circling my tongue around the raised bumps on her areolas. The air mattress deflates, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m fucking obsessed. Obsessed with her tears. Obsessed with her pain. Obsessed with being inside her.
I fell hard for her back then, and I’m falling hard for her now, but this time I won’t play her fool. This time the joke is on her. The familiar warm tingling starts in my balls, then shoots up my cock. I come, filling her tight asshole to the brim.
“Shit,” I groan, giving a final thrust.
I roll onto my back, feeling drowsy and sated.
Zilphia curls herself into a tight ball, silent sobs racking her body. I stand and fix my clothing.
“Get dressed and meet me outside,” I demand, ambling to my feet.