Chapter 29 Dread #3
I continue to use her hip as an anchor with one hand, and with my left, I glide my palm up the column of her slim throat, urging her to rest her head back on my right shoulder, silently letting her know she can trust me.
I want nothing more than to use my mouth to explore down her neck, kissing and sucking every centimeter I can reach, but I won’t risk getting distracted when it could lead to such severe consequences.
“That’s it, baby,” I say soothingly into her ear, pounding into her quicker and earning more delicious cries. They battle with the sound of our skin slapping and the sloppy squelching from her cunt. She’s drenched enough to make it too easy to slip out should I retreat too far.
“You take my cock so fucking good,” I praise, my voice trembling with every thrust.
I pull her back from the window just enough to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly before playing with her hard nipple. She trembles in response.
“If they came around the corner right now, they’d see what a little slut you are for me. They’d also see who owns this pretty little pussy, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes,” she whines.
My upper lip curls into a scowl, both pleased with her answer and struggling to keep myself focused, especially when one hand sightlessly grabs for me, her nails finding the side of my ass and digging in.
The pain hardly registers. I’m too consumed with her wet heat fisting me with an iron-tight grip. I can’t get enough of it, and it only intensifies my need to possess her.
I can never live without this—without her.
“What else would they see, hmm? You leaking all over my dick like a filthy whore who can’t control herself?”
“They’d see who owns you.”
I groan, my control slipping from those simple words alone.
“Mmm, I don’t know, darling,” I drawl condescendingly. “I’ve claimed you to the world, but you haven’t claimed me yet.”
“Why would I need to when you follow me around like a dog?” she bites back, only to cry out when I slam into her again while simultaneously pinching her nipple harshly.
Despite her tough words, her knee wavers, threatening to give beneath her as I pound into her cunt. She can barely fucking stand it.
I chuckle darkly, tendrils of anger unfurling in my chest.
Because she’s right. I do follow her around like a goddamn dog. Even now, when I want to punish her for shutting herself off from me, I’m still chasing after her and begging for more. Yet, she continues to deny me.
It drives me beyond insane.
“You want me so fucking bad, and you can’t s-stand that I’m not desperate for your attention like you are for mine,” she continues breathlessly.
The heat inside me flares, and I want to hurt her as much as I want to make her feel good. It’s a war between the devil and angel propped on my shoulders.
“How unfortunate for you to be right,” I snarl in her ear. “It must be awful knowing when I want a tight cunt wrapped around me, it’s always going to be yours. No matter how much you hate me, you will never escape me. And I hope that keeps you up at night.”
“I haven’t slept since the moment I saw you,” she whispers. Beneath the layers of pleasure, there’s a cold truth to that, but one I ignore for now.
“And I won’t fucking let you,” I snap, delivering a particularly hard thrust and earning a loud gasp. “I’m the nightmare you can’t stop dreaming about. You only hate that you can’t keep me out of your fantasies.”
I fuck her faster, keeping my pace steady but rough as she braces a hand against the window, her lips parted as she chokes on her screams.
All the while, I abuse her nipple, only for her eyes to roll and a smile to stretch across her face as she loudly moans when I move to the other breast and give it the same treatment.
“Ah! Yes, yes, Kellan,” she whimpers, shuddering and producing a maniacal sound that’s both a laugh and a moan. Her nails dig deeper into the side of my ass, though I barely register the sharp pricks.
I brush my lips over her ear while keeping my gaze pinned to the alleyway as I say, “If you want me to stop chasing you so badly, then maybe you should let go of the fucking leash.”
“I can—” She hiccups before she can finish her admission, and it sounds like she purposely stopped herself from voicing her truth—‘I can't.’
The smallest grin tilts my lips, and I drop my mouth to bite her shoulder with a low groan.
I’m not fucking patient. I will pillage her insides like a warlord over an impoverished village, and I will take everything for myself. Her mind, her heart, the very breath in her body—she’s all mine.
But for now, I’m appeased with her nearly admitting she can’t let me go, either.
“It’s okay, baby. I can feel how badly you want me,” I tease quietly.
I release her breast and slowly drag my hand down her stomach to circle my finger over her clit.
“Ohhh, Kellan,” she cries breathlessly, her shaky, staccato moans sounding like sharp gasps.
“Fucking Christ,” I hiss, my vision threatening to give out.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my balls drawing up tight as I become dangerously close to losing control. I don’t look away for long, returning my stare to the window. I continue to cast quick glances at her, unable to keep my eyes off her for long.
She’s pouring gasoline over her body, creating a trail leading straight to the inferno raging inside me. One more inch, and she’ll connect the two, and I won’t be able to stop myself from completely consuming her.
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, and her spine arches on another lewd moan. Then, her mouth drops open, a crease forming between her brows, and her thighs tremble as I bring her closer to the edge.
It’s nearly impossible to rip my stare away from her to check the window, but the moment I confirm it’s clear, it snaps right back to her, not wanting to miss a single millisecond of watching her come undone for me.
“Kellan, you’re going to make me come,” she pants, her breath hitching. Her half-lidded, glimmering eyes find mine, and a slow smile spreads across her face before a soft giggle breaks free. “And I’m so happy it’s because of you.”
The moment the last word leaves her lips, my threadbare control snaps, unable to hold the weight of her words.
With a carnal growl, my hand flies right back to her throat to squeeze tightly, pounding her harder until she’s pressed so tightly against the window, her hips harshly slam into it with every brutal pump.
Vaguely, I feel a squeal vibrate her vocal cords against my palm, but it means nothing to me in this moment. There’s only the ecstasy commanding my body and the desperate need to get as far inside her as humanly possible.
Within mere seconds, her inner walls contract around me, and her knee gives, though she goes nowhere from being trapped against the window.
High, staccato cries release from her lips as she bucks against me, her orgasm sweeping through her with a force powerful enough to choke my cock and make it difficult to push into her.
I witness it all, but it doesn’t quite register beneath my delirium. I don’t even care that she’s coming—all I can feel is the primal need to fuck her hard enough to destroy her. I want her shattered into tiny pieces, unable to take a step without all those pieces crumbling to my feet.
Otherwise, my mind is a blank slate, only that singular instinct driving me.
Both of her hands shoot up to where I clutch her throat, clawing at my skin as she struggles to inhale.
It takes several seconds of effort before she can wedge her fingers beneath mine to forcefully peel them back.
It’s enough to bring my focus back to her reddened face and quickly loosen my grip.
She instantly inhales deeply, her watery stare pinned on my reflection.
I glimpse it, noting the way my pupils have dilated and turned my eyes black, but that, too, means nothing to me.
Her mouth moves, as if trying to form words but unable to do so. I haven’t slowed my pace, and it takes no time before her eyes cross out of focus and she explodes once again.
“Kellan!” she cries before going completely silent. Gritting her teeth, she squeezes her eyes shut as her entire face flushes cherry red, her expression pained.
It almost hurts, how tightly she squeezes me, but I’m out of control. There’s not a fucking atom in my body that cares about what’s outside the window, but I know I need to. She’s not the only one at risk if we’re caught.
“Fuck!” I shout, partly in frustration for losing control. I release her hip to send my fist flying into the glass, needing the pain to ground me again.
I take one last look outside, confirming no one is there, then rip her away from the window. She gasps as I pick her up, take the few steps to the bed, and send her flying back onto it with a screech. She instantly fists the sheets as I drag her ass to the edge and drive back inside her.
Her back arches, a cry tearing from her abused throat. Grabbing the undersides of both thighs, I pin her knees next to her ears and let loose, pounding into her with no restraint.
She lasts thirty seconds before a scream reaches my ears, and her hands fly to cover her face as she erupts around me. Wetness splatters against my stomach and up toward my chest, and her trembling legs strain, wanting to snap closed from the pleasure but denied the ability.
I don’t stop, not nearly finished fucking her.
It doesn’t matter how hard she screams, how hard her body quivers, or how she begins to slap and push at me, blubbering about not being able to take any more.
I might’ve cared before, but I don’t care now.
Gritting my teeth, I release one thigh to grip her throat again, hardly registering her twisted face as I stare down at her.
I’m overcome with pure, animalistic instinct—there is little left of me that remains human, and the more she struggles beneath me, the more it satisfies the monster inside me.