Chapter 21 #5
He says nothing as he continues to fuck the Fleshlight. Instead, he leans down farther and catches a stray tear on the tip of his tongue before gliding it up my cheek.
“I hate you,” I whimper again, turning my face away from him.
“How bad does it hurt, baby?” There’s a hint of curiosity in his breathless voice.
He releases another soft moan that finds its way to the center of my thighs.
“I wonder if it's anything like what I felt when I realized you left me without a word,” he pants before another soft whimper falls from his throat.
“And when you rage and threaten me, but your words don't reach me, do you think it's like how I felt when you blocked me?
When I begged for you to come home to me but couldn't get through to you?
When I raged and threatened, but you carried on as if I didn't exist?
Tell me how bad it hurts, baby. I need to know if it's anything like how you hurt me.”
I clench my jaw and shake my head, furious for allowing him to get beneath my skin like this.
Leaving shouldn't hurt him. Why does it hurt him? Why does any of this hurt me?
None of this should.
We hate each other, loathe one another’s entire existence, would rather die than breathe the same air.
Except that's not how any of this feels, and I just… I don't understand why.
“I hate you,” I repeat, my voice a mere whisper. It's not a declaration this time, but a reminder to myself.
“Maybe,” he concedes alongside another groan. “But I think you hate your desperation for me more.”
I bite my bottom lip, fighting back the tears as wildly as I did him mere moments ago.
“And that, my darling, is a feeling I can't escape, either.”
He lifts off me, but the disappearance of his weight fucking crushes me.
His brows knit, and his upper lip twitches into a scowl as pleasure consumes him entirely. Just as I go to close my eyes, he pulls out of the toy, tears it from between my closed thighs, and then carelessly tosses it to the side, slamming his hips forward.
A startled yelp tears from my throat as his cock stretches me again. There’s no resistance this time, nothing to stop me from instantly seeing stars as he fills me.
It’s as relieving as it is breathtaking.
And despite how angry I am, I’m still so goddamn turned on from watching him fuck a pussy that isn’t mine, I already feel too close to coming. A few more hard thrusts, and he’ll get me there.
“Fuck,” he whispers beneath his breath as his eyes roll again. It's so fucking sexy, and my pussy contracts around him from the sight alone.
“Kellan,” I whimper, my lashes drooping in relief as I roll my hips up, urging him to keep going.
I don't care how awful I feel, I only care about the pleasure thrumming from between my thighs.
“God, there's nothing better than this,” he groans, though I get the inkling he didn't mean to say it.
But he doesn't take it back. Instead, he keeps going, watching himself disappear inside me while torment pinches his brows.
“Nothing has ever come close to you, Reverie.
You're everything I never want to lose again.”
I can't even compute his words. My internal system is in too much disarray, and I'm so anxious to come, I can't properly understand what he's saying.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he gives me two more hard thrusts, bringing me to the precipice before he stills and lets out a hoarse moan.
My mouth drops in panicked disbelief as he shudders, filling me with his cum as he softly grinds against me.
“Wait, no. Please don’t stop,” I whimper, rolling my hips in hopes of getting enough friction against my clit to send me over.
But his hands clamp on my hips, preventing me from moving, forcing me to endure the slow fade of an orgasm that was a hairsbreadth away from my fingertips.
“Don’t you fucking dare, asshole!” I snap, attempting to fight him but failing miserably.
With a grunt, he withdraws from me completely, warm liquid seeping out of me as he backs off the bed and steps away, leaving me bereft.
“Kellan!” I complain, my legs trembling violently from how much it hurts.
A mix of lust and anger swirls in his gaze when we lock eyes. He points toward my oversized bag in the corner of my room, stuffed full of clothes.
“Start packing your shit,” he commands coldly.
My mouth drops, utterly incredulous and quickly descending into a state of denial.
No, no, no.
There’s.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
He’s actually going to leave me like this?
My vision blackens, and for several moments, I try to make sense of what the hell is happening. I'm so thunderstruck, I can only watch him redress in stunned silence. He packs away the Fleshlight in his bag and zips it up. The sharp metallic noise knocks me out of the weird daze I'd fallen into.
He takes another step back, a severe expression on his face.
“You insisted on sleeping alone, so you can come alone, too,” he says, nodding toward my throbbing core. “I'll see you when you get home.”
“You cannot be serious,” I say breathlessly, finally registering the existence of my limbs again and that they can move.
I sit up as he heads toward the hallway, his backpack slung over his shoulder. I sputter, and just as I go to scramble from the bed, he pauses at the entrance to the hallway, settling icy crystalline eyes on me.
There isn’t a single trace of lust remaining. In its place is anger and—fuck, a hint of hurt again.
“Never make me come find you again, Reverie.” It's beyond a threat, an ominous promise that settles in my stomach like curdled milk.
Before I can get a word out, he disappears down the hallway and out of the room. I startle as the door slams behind him.
Still bewildered, I stare blankly at the empty space he filled only seconds prior. My core is pulsing, I’m fucking breathless from the vacuum he created in the room, and my heart is beating a million miles a minute.
My hand drifts over my mouth as I try to process what the hell just happened.
Holy fucking shit.
He’s a goddamn psychopath. Completely unhinged. The man is better suited in a prison.
Yet, I slowly slip my hand between my thighs, my breath hitching as I collect his cum leaking from my pussy and slide my middle finger over my swollen, neglected clit.
My head drifts back as my legs widen, and the pleasure renews. It’s not as potent as it is when Dread’s inside me, but it’s so much better than nothing at all.
After I come… then I’ll pack.
Because I’m going back to him.
And I guess that makes me a fucking psycho, too.