Chapter Twenty Nine #2
His answer is a growl ripped straight from his chest as his mouth claims mine harder, his body pinning me to the bed like he’s already proving it with every furious heartbeat.
The mattress groans under us, but it’s not louder than the sound he tears out of me when his mouth closes over my breast, teeth grazing, tongue lashing until I arch like I’ve been set on fire.
“Fuck,” he snarls against my skin, dragging his mouth down my stomach, leaving bite marks like a map. “You taste like mine. You smell like mine. You’ll never get away from me.”
His hands are everywhere, brutal and greedy, shoving my thighs apart until I’m spread wide for him. I gasp, my fists clutching at the sheets, but he doesn’t give me time to beg. His tongue’s already there, devouring me, sloppy, ruthless, obscene.
“Oh, God—Dax—”
“Not God,” he growls into me, his voice vibrating against my cunt. “Say my fucking name.”
“Dax—” My cry rips through the room, broken and high.
He doesn’t let me breathe. Doesn’t let me hide. His mouth is savage, sucking my clit, his fingers spearing deep, curling, hitting that spot until I’m thrashing, gasping, begging.
“Louder,” he demands, yanking his mouth free just long enough to glare up at me, his lips wet, his jaw slick with me. “I want every neighbour to know who you fucking belong to.”
“You—I—fuck, you!” I sob, and he smirks like he’s already won, shoving his fingers deeper until I’m choking on the moan that spills out.
When the first orgasm rips through me, it’s violent, tearing me open. I scream his name, nails carving down his back, and he drinks it like he’s starving.
But he doesn’t stop.
He’s already dragging his cock out, thick, leaking, heavy in his hand, smearing himself against my drenched pussy. My whole body shudders, raw and wrecked, but he just snarls, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You’re dripping for me. Look at you, Butterfly. Fucking ruined.” He pushes just the head inside, slow, taunting, then pulls back. “Beg me to wreck you.”
“Dax, please—”
“That’s not begging.” His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so I have no choice but to meet the fever in his eyes. “Say it. Tell me you need my cock. Tell me you need me to break you.”
“Please—fuck—break me—”
That’s all he needs.
He slams into me, one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs, his cock splitting me open so deep I swear I can’t breathe. My scream shatters against his mouth as he kisses me through it, savage and claiming.
“Mine,” he growls into my throat with every punishing thrust. “Say it. Say it while I ruin this tight little cunt.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, my body clamping down around him, tears spilling, every nerve ending fried.
His hips crash into mine, relentless, filthy, brutal. His hand snakes between us, rubbing my clit hard, merciless, dragging another orgasm out of me even as I sob his name.
“You’ll never fuck another man,” he spits, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. “This pussy—this perfect fucking pussy—is mine until you die.”
“Yes—yes, it’s yours—fuck—”
He groans, the sound animal, his thrusts slamming harder, faster, like he’s trying to bury himself so deep I’ll never be able to dig him out.
When I shatter again, it’s messy, soaking, screaming, my body giving him everything, and he loses it—his roar ripping through the room as he spills inside me, hot and endless, grinding it deeper, forcing me to take every drop.
He collapses over me, still inside, still hard, his mouth biting down on my neck as his voice breaks.
“You’ll never leave me again, Butterfly. I’ll chain you to this bed if I have to. You fucking hear me?”
All I can do is sob against his chest, my body still spasming around his cock, my heart breaking and mending all at once.
And he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t stop kissing me, filthy and desperate, like even now—he’s still proving I’ll never belong to anyone but him.
The sheets twist under me as he drives me deeper into the mattress, his mouth never leaving my skin, his hands rough and desperate, claiming every inch like he’s starving.
“Look at you,” he snarls against my throat, his breath hot, his teeth scraping where my pulse stutters. “Spread out under me. Fucking dripping for me. Tell me again I’m broken, Butterfly—tell me while you’re shaking like this for my cock.”
My answer is a sob torn between pain and need when he slams back inside me, so deep it feels like he’s splitting me open just to rebuild me from the inside out.
“Dax—”
“Louder.” His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so I can’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes are wild, blue fire, feverish and starving. “Scream my name so the whole fucking world knows who owns you.”
His hips pound into me, brutal, merciless, his chest slick with sweat pressed to mine. Every thrust drives me higher, tears spilling hot down my cheeks as my body betrays me, clenching around him, begging even when my voice says no.
“Mine,” he rasps, dragging his tongue down my jaw, biting hard enough to bruise. “This pussy’s mine. This body’s mine. You don’t breathe, you don’t fucking come, unless I say so.”
His fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, rough, cruel, until my thighs spasm around him. I scream, but he swallows it with a filthy kiss, his tongue forcing the sound back down my throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls into my mouth. “You like me wrecking you. You like being ruined by the bastard you swore you hated.”
“Yes,” I gasp when he lets me breathe. “Fuck—yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he snarls, slamming even harder, every thrust shaking the bed frame against the wall. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you’ll never let anyone else touch you.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, my nails clawing red down his back. “Always—fuck—always yours.”
His grin is feral, broken, beautiful. “Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my cock like you were made for it.”
My body shatters, clamping down around him so hard he curses, his own release tearing through him as he spills into me with a guttural growl, biting my throat like he wants the mark to last forever.
But he doesn’t stop moving. Doesn’t stop grinding into me, whispering filth into my ear as my body convulses around him, broken and owned and his.
He doesn’t let me catch my breath. His cock is still buried inside me, twitching, heavy, leaking, and he grinds in deeper like he wants to fuse our bodies together. My thighs quake around his hips, but his hand slams them wider, forcing me open for him.
“Look at this greedy little cunt,” he snarls, his thumb dragging over my swollen clit until I jolt, half sob, half moan. “Milking me like you’ll fucking die if I pull out. You’d let me keep you full all night, wouldn’t you?”
“Dax—”
He smirks, cruel, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it. You’re dripping down my cock, Butterfly. Beg me for it. Beg me to keep you stuffed.”
“I—” My voice cracks, but he squeezes my throat, cutting the word into a gasp.
“Say it,” he growls, eyes blazing into mine. “Say you need me. Say you want this cock inside you until you can’t walk.”
“I—need you,” I choke out, trembling under his weight. “I want you inside me. I don’t—don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” His voice drops to a vicious whisper against my ear. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re ruined for anyone else. You hear me? I want you dripping with me, marked by me, aching every time you try to close your legs.”
His hand slides lower, pressing hard against my clit while his hips roll slow, brutal, making me feel every inch of him. My body bucks, desperate, but he pins me harder, his chest crushing mine.
“You belong to me,” he snarls, biting my shoulder until pain flashes bright. “This pussy, this body, these tears—mine. Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, my nails raking down his back. “All yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’M YOURS!”
His grin is feral, teeth flashing as he slams into me again, harder, deeper, until the bed frame smashes against the wall in rhythm with my cries. His voice is everywhere—my mouth, my ear, my skin—filthy, cruel, worshipping in its destruction.
“You’ll come again,” he rasps, his thumb ruthless on my clit, his cock pounding deeper with every thrust. “You’ll come until you forget your own fucking name and the only word left in your mouth is mine.”
And he’s right.
Because I’m already there.
Already breaking again, screaming his name like it’s the only prayer that’ll save me.
His cock slams deep, and I swear I see stars. My back arches, nails carving down his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow—he’s merciless, his body a weapon, his voice a razor against my skin.
“You’re shaking, Butterfly,” he growls, dragging his teeth down my throat. “But your pussy’s still begging—so fucking tight around me I can feel every heartbeat. You were made for this cock. Say it.”
“I—was—made for you—” I sob, breaking apart on the words, my voice ragged.
“That’s right.” His grin is savage, his thumb grinding my clit harder until my whole body jerks. “Now take it. Take what’s mine.”
I cry out, the pleasure white-hot, too much, too sharp. He shifts, dragging one of my legs higher over his shoulder, and the new angle rips another scream from my chest.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, pounding into me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against me with every brutal thrust. “You feel that? Hitting the spot no one else will ever reach. I’ll fuck it into you until you dream about me splitting you open.”
“Dax—”
He slams his hand over my mouth, forcing my eyes wide open under his. “Shut up and come for me. Right now. Flood my cock. Let me feel you lose control.”
The command tears through me, and my body obeys before my mind can catch up. I explode around him, the climax violent, wracking, tearing through every nerve while his growl vibrates against my throat.