Chapter thirty one #3
I stand from my crouched position, rotating the bottle in time with the second hand of the clock behind her. Lifting her chin, she stares at me defiantly, eyes a little watery.
“What’s the matter, daredevil?” I slide the glass out.
“Can’t take it?” And thrust it right back in.
“Fuck. You.” She grits out.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” I smirk, removing the bottle from her pussy. I bring it between us, showing her the evidence of her arousal, showing her just how much she enjoys these twisted games we play.
“You always did get so wet for me.” I finish off the remaining liquor in the bottle, indulging in the taste of whiskey and her.
“Only for me.” I drop the bottle, listening to it shatter on the floor.
I reach down, grab the biggest shard I see, and push it against her neck, forcing her head back so she doesn’t get cut.
“Because you belong to me don’t you daredevil?” I questioned, unzipping my jeans.
“Yes.” She pants, enraptured by the sight of my pulsing cock. Or as much of it as she can see.
“What was that? I didn’t catch that.” I taunted.
“I said I fucking belong to you, Riven.” She replied with exasperation.
“Good girl.”
Her moans echo through the clocktower as she takes all of my cock in one go. And fuck does she feel good. Her pussy was fucking made for me. Her head is thrown back, fists clenched as I fuck her hard, expelling years of hatred at her.
And she takes it all. Nadia could always go toe to toe with me, never scared by just how intense I could get.
With one hand, I continue to hold the shard of glass to her neck.
With the other, I grab her thigh and hoist her leg onto my waist, giving myself a better angle to pound deeper into her. She cries out at the feeling.
“Riven, please.” Her leg tightens around me.
“Please, I need more.”
“Open.” I say against her lips. When she complies, I put the shard of glass between her lips.
“Bite.” I ordered. She listens again.
Silently, she watches as I reach over and untie her left hand. She furrows her eyebrows, no doubt realizing I’m up to no good.
Taking the belt, I wrap it around her neck instead, looping it through the buckle and pulling it tight. Those siren eyes of hers bulge, probably thinking I’ve finally gone fucking mad. And maybe I have. I don’t really give a damn anymore.
“You let that glass fall from your lips, I stop.” I warned before continuing to fuck her senseless.
With every thrust, I grind my hips into her, rubbing her swollen clit as I go. I squeeze her ass so hard, my handprint will be there for a week. I abuse her nipples with my teeth. No matter what I do, she takes it so fucking good.
But Nadia gives it as good as she takes it.
She uses the leg that’s around my waist to urge me to go harder.
She uses her now freed hand to pull my hair.
With every tug of the belt, she stubbornly keeps her eyes open and on mine, despite the tears running down from them.
And that shard of glass does not waver from her mouth, not once.
She lets me use her body, but only because she knows she’s gonna reap the benefits.
We make hate to each other, glorious fucking hate.
“You’re gonna cum for me now.” I tell her as I pick up the pace, my own lips hovering close to the glass. She moans in agreement.
Her nails dig into my back, clawing at me so hard, she manages to rip my threadbare shirt. It was a cheap thing anyway, so I won’t lose sleep over it. What I will lose sleep over is the scratches that will torment me for days to come.
“You’re makin’ a mess of me now.” I grin.
With one last harsh tug of the belt, I cut off her air completely, while also pinching her clit.
She doesn’t just cum; she detonates. The glass finally falls from her lips and I release my hold on the belt.
She cries out into the night, gasping her way through her orgasm.
Her pussy clenches around me, making me fall right after her.
I pull out just in time and we both watch as I cover her stomach with cum, over and over til I’m spent.
We’re both panting after, struggling to catch our breath. That was fucking amazing. As alive as I’ve felt in the last two years. But… it’s not enough to erase the pain we’ve been collecting.
Reaching up, I undo the remaining belt, grazing my finger over the angry, red marks. As much as I enjoyed what we just did, I’m overcome with this toxic, heavy fucking weight on my heart.
“Now I touch you and wonder how long it’ll be before you disappear again.” I confessed to the one person I would’ve risked everything for.
“You made it look real fucking easy.” I laughed sardonically, unable to bring myself to look at her now.
Somewhere between the anger and the whiskey and the way she touches me like she still hated herself for loving me, I realized something.
This isn’t the same. Two years ago, we would’ve burned the whole world down for each other without hesitation. Now? Now, there were cracks between us. Secrets. Damage. Things neither of us could take back. And for the first time in my life, holding Nadia didn’t feel like coming home anymore.