1. Kill me harder
CHAPTER ONE
kill me harder
JENNA
Draven’s knife flashed, slicing my shirt open to expose my breasts.
“You thought you could outrun me bitch?” he snarled, pressing the blade to my throat.
Blood welled as he nicked my skin, then licked the crimson trail down to my nipple, sucking hard while his free hand tore away my pants.
I spat curses, but my body betrayed me, nipples hardening under his tongue.
“Fuck, daddy, you’re going to want to suck harder if you want to inflict some sort of pain,” I purred, my lips curling.
He shoved my legs apart, his thick, veiny cock already rigid and ready.
Without warning, he thrust inside my pussy in one brutal stroke, stretching my walls with a violent force.
His raven dark hair fell forward to shield his brilliant grass green eyes.
Every part of this man was powerful. Blood from the cut on my collarbone dripped down onto his shaft, mixing with my juices as he fucked me mercilessly, hips slamming, balls slapping against my ass.
“Feel that? Your cunt’s mine now.”
I thrashed, but Draven pinned me, biting into my shoulder to draw more blood.
He paused his fucking to smear the blood across my clit, rubbing circles while subtly denying my release.
“No cumming until I say so, little lamb,” he growled, pulling out to edge me more, his fingers plunging deep then withdrawing just as my walls started to tense. Fuck this man.
Every move he made, his muscles rippled, and when he backhanded me, I gasped.
He clasped around my throat and choked me until spots danced in my vision, before ramming his dick back in, forcing my body to take every inch.
Yes, fuck, this was so fucking hot. I needed every ounce of brutality he was giving me.
He groaned as he pulled out of me, stroking his hand over his cock to shoot thick, hot ropes of cum across my bleeding wounds and pussy lips.
I still hadn’t cum, and the frustration edged in.
He pushed two fingers inside my cunt, pushing his seed inside me before shoving his cock back in and fucking some more.
I felt him cum again, filling me up inside.
When he withdrew, he shoved his hand back inside and scooped his cum out of my vagina before pushing it into my mouth, a mixture of salt and blood.
“Swallow my load,” he commanded.
I obeyed without hesitation, gulping it down before he plunged his fingers back inside my hole, and finger fucked me, curling against my G-spot until my orgasm built…and then he stopped. I growled out of frustration, a sob forming in the back of my throat.
“Not yet, little lamb. Wait your fucking turn.”
I was waiting, and waiting….and waiting.
He spun me to face the wall, his hands roaming over my body before I felt the edge of the blade against my ass. The burning slice was painfully sweet. He dropped to his knees, and I felt his hot tongue lap at the fresh wound, suckling and groaning until one finger probed my asshole.
“Oh, Daddy, are you going to fuck my ass now?” I smirked.
“Shut up whore, you’ll speak when I say you can.”
I didn’t say another word. I waited, anticipating the plunge, and when his cock slid inside my ass, I purred. He was almost too much for me to handle. Almost.
My body vibrated as he started slow, sliding his cock in and out until he was pounding it ruthlessly.
I hated him. With everything inside me, but fuck, was the sex good.
Draven’s grip tightened on my hips as he drove in deeper, each thrust sending jolts of pain and heat through my core.
He reached around with one hand to twist my nipple hard.
He pulled out abruptly, slapping my ass with an open palm that stung the wound, then rammed back in without mercy.
His free hand circled my clit, but he continued to edge me into more frustration.
“Beg for me to let you cum, little lamb.”
“Oh, Daddy, please let me cum,” I whined.
He stopped thrusting long enough to reposition his cock inside my pussy. Great, I’ll get an infection later.
He pushed two fingers inside at the same time, and the stretching burned.
I bit my lip to stay silent until he allowed me to speak again.
When he pulled out slightly and then slammed into me, I wailed, the pain seizing my body before the pleasure built again.
I gasped as my orgasm neared the surface.
“Daddy!” I screamed. “Please fuck me until I cum. I need to cum!”
His hand gripped my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and he yanked me back as he fucked harder and harder. Sweat beaded my skin, and I finally saw an end.
“Scream my name, little lamb.”
“Draven!”
“Louder.”
“DRAVEN!”
“Again.”
“GOD! DRAVENNNNNN!”
“Cum, little lamb.”
I came right then and there, the floodgates opening wide and saturating his cock.
The squelching sounds that hit the air were the sound of our orgasms mixing as he pounded away.
He was a god in the bedroom. But fuck, he was a fucking dickwad when he wasn’t trying to fuck my organs out of me.
When he finally came to a stop, we were drenched in sweat and sex, and my heart was beating so hard, I didn’t know if it would ever slow down.
Draven pulled away, his cock dripping as he walked in front of me, shoving his half-limp cock in my face. “Clean me up.”
I sucked in a breath before I took his dick in my mouth and cleaned him up, resisting the urge to bite down. Would serve him right. When I was finished, he pulled away again, finding his clothes and redressing.
“You’re a good little lamb. Obedient. Maybe I’ll let you live.”
I stood, my legs wobbling, but I managed to stay upright. “I’m only obedient when you’re fucking me, Draven. Don’t get it twisted. I still hate you, and your kind.”
He laughed. The audacity. “And what’s that? What is my kind?”
“Scum. An enforcer that listens to a madman who only threatens more war. He was deranged back in 2026, and he’s even more deranged now since he let scientists use whatever the fuck that serum is to prolong his miserable life.
OH, you know what, maybe you do like the taste of dick. Does he do it for you?”
Draven growled as he lumbered towards me. “How dare you talk to me like that?”
“I do dare. Please, you’re a bully. You get your rocks off dominating women, and you think because I like it rough, I’m gonna what? Change my mind and give up the rebels? I’m not a traitor.”
“You are a fucking traitor. A traitor to the king.”
“Tsk tsk, Draven. He’s no King. He will never be one. Honestly, I thought more of you, Draven. You seemed like one of the ones who could have gone far in life. But you’re a fucking bootlicker like the rest of them.”
The slap was hard, before the choke. He pinned me against the concrete wall, my naked body biting back against the hard stone.
“Choke me harder, Draven, maybe then I can leave this miserable place,” I squeaked out.
His eyes narrowed before he released me. I saw his eyes dilate, and he turned and stormed away, the iron door slamming shut as he left the room.
Well, that got to him. Good.