CHAPTER THIRTY #2
“You hear that?” he snarls. “That’s the sound of you breaking for me. That’s the sound of every man who looks at you knowing you’re already fucked full and ruined.”
My body convulses, heat tearing me apart from the inside out. The world vanishes—there’s only his cock, his breath, his voice commanding me to give him everything.
“Cum on my cock,” he orders, low and lethal. “Do it now, Butterfly.”
My scream rips the night open as my body bows against his, orgasm tearing through me violent and endless. My cunt clamps down, milking him, and his roar shakes the air as he slams deep and spills hot inside me, grinding until I feel every drop.
He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just holds me there, pinned against the rail, necklace glinting between us, his breath ragged, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You’ll never run again,” he whispers, filthy and reverent all at once. “Not while I’m still breathing.”
His cock is still buried in me when the tremors hit, little aftershocks that make my thighs shake and my nails drag down his back. I can feel him everywhere—inside, over me, stamped into me like bruises I’ll never be able to hide.
He doesn’t move. Not yet. Just grinds once, slow and punishing, making me whimper. The necklace cuts into my throat, his hand tightening on it until my breath hitches.
“Look at you,” he mutters, voice wrecked, teeth scraping my jaw. “Fucked open on a bridge with my cum dripping inside you. And you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”
My lips tremble, but the word slips out anyway. “Yes.”
His laugh is low, sharp, dangerous. He pulls out only halfway, then slams back in hard, making me jolt, making the rail bite into my spine. “Good girl. My greedy little butterfly. Never enough, never clean. Always mine.”
I shiver, my body betraying me, clenching around him like I’m begging him to keep me full forever.
He dips his head lower, biting the sweat-slick hollow of my throat, then dragging his tongue up until he’s at my ear. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands.
My voice cracks, tears sliding down my face. “Like you own me.”
He growls, hips jerking sharp, brutal. “I do.”
The bridge groans with the rhythm of us, the night carrying the filthy slap of our bodies, the wet sounds of me giving him everything. His fingers smear my tears, but not gently—like he’s marking me with them.
“You’ll wear this necklace until you die,” he rasps, grinding deep, the metal chain tight in his fist against my throat. “And when people ask, you’ll smile like it’s pretty. But you’ll know. You’ll fucking know.”
My legs shake, but he holds me pinned, cock spearing me open again and again until I’m sobbing his name into his mouth and when he finally spills the second time, harder, rougher, grinding his cum deeper until it leaks down my thighs, he doesn’t let me go.
Doesn’t let me breathe without his permission.
The necklace glints under the moon, shining against his throat where he wears it too, both of us tethered, chained, ruined and he whispers against my mouth, ragged and filthy: “I’ll never let you take it off, Butterfly. Not the necklace. Not my cock. Not my fucking name.”
The air tastes like iron and rain, even though the sky hasn’t broken. My body is shaking, slick and raw, but he doesn’t stop. His hips grind slower now, deeper, making every thrust feel like a brand seared into me.
“Dax—” My voice breaks, useless.
“Say it again.” His fist tightens on the necklace until the chain bites my skin.
“Dax.”
“Louder.”
“DAX!”
The word rips out of me, echoing into the night, and his cock slams into me so hard the railing creaks like it’s about to give.
My legs wrap tighter around his hips, not because I can hold on—because I can’t.
Because he’s holding me, carrying me, forcing me to take every inch like I was made for this and nothing else.
His mouth drags down my throat, biting until I taste copper. He smears his tongue over it, groaning into the wound like it belongs to him too.
“You’ll wake up with bruises everywhere,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin. “And every single one will spell my name.”
My head tips back, the world tilting, blurring. “I can’t—”
“You can.” His teeth scrape my ear. “Because you’re mine. Even when you think you’re breaking, even when you think you’ve got nothing left—fuck, Butterfly, you’ll always take me. Won’t you?”
“Yes,” I sob. “Yes—yes—yes—”
His hand drops from my throat to my clit, rubbing rough circles, forcing me higher even though my body is already wrecked. I try to twist away, but he snarls, pinning me tighter against the rail, cock still buried deep inside me.
“Don’t you dare run from it. You’ll cum for me again. Right here. In the open. With my cum leaking down your thighs and my chain around your throat.”
The sound that tears out of me isn’t human.
I break, body convulsing, clenching around him so violently it drags another groan out of his chest. He grinds into me through it, hard and unrelenting, chasing his own high until I feel him spill again, pulsing inside me, filling me until I’m crying with it.
He stays buried, holding me so tight the necklace rattles between us with every ragged breath.
The world goes quiet. Only our gasps. Only the sound of the chain cutting against my throat. Only the way his voice shreds me open when he whispers: “You’ll never get free of me. Not in this life. Not in the next.”
His cock twitches inside me, still half-hard, still buried, but he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t give me a second to breathe. His hand slides between my thighs, dragging his fingers through the mess of cum leaking out of me.
“Look at that,” he growls, shoving his slick fingers against my lips. “Open.”
I shake my head, tears streaking down my cheeks.
“Open.” His voice is a whip. His hips thrust sharp enough to knock the breath out of me. “Or I’ll fuck your throat raw until you choke on what’s already mine.”
My lips part, trembling. He pushes his fingers inside, forcing me to taste the filth of us. His eyes burn into mine, blue and wild, watching every second.
“Good girl,” he snarls, thumb pressing my tongue down until I gag. “Swallow it. Swallow us.”
I choke, tears spilling, but I do. He grins like a wolf, dragging his fingers back out only to smear the mess down my chin, my throat, marking me with it.
“Now clean me.”
He hauls me off the rail just enough to slide me to my knees, necklace clinking against my collarbone. His cock glistens, streaked with both of us, and he fists it, pressing the swollen head against my lips.
“Open wider,” he orders, hand fisting my hair. “Show me how much you want to wear me on your tongue.”
I gag again when he pushes in, but he doesn’t ease. Doesn’t let me find rhythm. He fucks into my mouth hard, brutal, tears streaming as spit drips down my chin.
“That’s it, Butterfly,” he groans, chain rattling as his hips snap forward. “Take it. Choke on me. You’ll never breathe without me again.”
My throat convulses, gagging around him, but his grip only tightens. His voice is jagged, brutal, whispering filth between thrusts.
“You’re nothing but my whore out here. My mouth. My pussy. My pretty fucking ruin. And you love it.”
I moan around him, broken, raw, my hands clutching his thighs as he uses me.
When he finally pulls out, it’s only to stroke himself once, twice—before he paints my mouth, my cheeks, his cum hot and thick across my skin. He drags the chain tight, forcing me to look up at him while it drips down my chin.
“Now lick it,” he orders, thumb swiping across my cheek before pressing it between my lips. “Every drop. Don’t waste me.”
I obey, trembling, lapping at him, tasting the salt and heat until he growls, satisfied, hauling me back up by the necklace.
His mouth crushes mine, filthy and desperate, kissing me with the taste of him still wet on my tongue.
“You’re mine, Butterfly. In every way. Every hole, every breath, every fucking drop. Mine.”
The bridge groans under us, the river hissing below, but all I can hear is him—his breath ragged, his voice torn open, his cock still buried inside me.
The chain bites my throat when he jerks it, forcing my head back, mouth open. “Look at you,” he snarls, rocking his hips slow and brutal. “Necklace choking you, cunt dripping down my cock, begging like a slut where anyone could see.”
“Dax—”
“Shut up. Open wider.” His thumb hooks my jaw until I’m gasping, and then he spits into my mouth, filthy and raw, his eyes burning. “Swallow.”
I do. God help me, I do.
“Good girl.” He yanks the chain tighter, his cock grinding deeper, making my stomach clench. “Now clean yourself up. Fingers. Do it.”
Shaking, I slide my hand between us, gather the slick leaking out around him. He watches, eyes fever-bright, while I lift my soaked fingers to my lips and suck them clean.
The growl that rips out of him is feral. He thrusts harder, slamming me back into the railing until it bruises bone. “Fuck—you taste like mine.”
The chain rattles against his neck where he’s looped it, metal flashing in the moonlight like a collar. His grip never eases. “Get on your knees.”
My legs buckle when he pulls out, cum spilling hot down my thighs. He shoves me down, chain still in his fist, until I’m kneeling on the wet planks, the night air cold against my ruined skin. His cock glistens, thick and obscene, dripping with everything he just put inside me.
“Lick it,” he orders.
I obey. Tongue dragging up his length, tasting us both, sucking him into my mouth until my throat gags and his hips jerk forward.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” he groans, holding my head, forcing me down until my nose hits his stomach, tears spilling from my eyes. “You’ll choke on me, you’ll swallow me, you’ll fucking worship me.”