Chapter 29 Dread #4
Both hands wrap around my forearm, trading between tugging at it and sinking her nails into my flesh until crimson forms beneath them. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, tracking down her temples as her pussy tightens around me for a fourth time.
Her nails score across my flesh, but again, there’s no pain, only utter euphoria as she shatters once again.
I release her throat, and I see the devastation written across her face before she can open her lips to let out a wail. I collapse over her, barely catching myself with one arm while my other hand covers her mouth just in time to muffle the ear-piercing scream erupting from her throat.
And then, I let go with a hoarse groan, contorting over her as it rips through me. The power behind it is enough to feel like my bones are splintering and crumbling.
My intent was to destroy her, but I’ve destroyed myself in the process.
Strained moans pour out of me as steadily as the rivulets of cum filling her pussy. It explodes from me almost painfully, though I can’t tell if it’s because of how hard I come or how tightly she grips me.
I clench my teeth until my molars threaten to crack and tip my head back. I can feel the veins straining down my throat, arms, and legs, on the verge of splitting my skin apart. I can do nothing but try to hold on, almost desperate for it to end yet already mourning the moment it does.
Finally, I feel it give, and my muscles deflate. The one arm keeping me from crushing her shakes violently from my weight, scarcely able to support me. My other hand drops from her mouth, releasing her sharp, quivering breaths.
For several long minutes, aftershocks linger, and the two of us occasionally jolt against one another.
All the while, clarity slowly sinks in, and I notice all the little details I didn’t before—the sweat coating our skin from the sauna-like heat in the room, the sobs racking her chest, and how fucking hard our hearts beat against our chests.
The way we tremble is reminiscent of the night Rogue and Severen chained her to the flagpole. How cold she was—I’d never seen a body vibrate that way before. And now, as we lie here, we’re nearly putting fucking hypothermia to shame.
“There’s something wrong with you,” she ekes out through her shuddering before trying to stifle another sob.
“You are what’s wrong with me,” I mumble breathlessly.
I drop my head to the mattress beside her, my sweaty forehead sticking to the sheet. Now that I’m cognizant again, my forearm burns like fucking hell. The little witch damn near tried to shred my skin to pieces.
Fuck, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to hide them if they’re still visible at my swim meet this weekend. The worst of it should fade, but she dug deep as hell in a few places, and I hope to God the media believes I just got in a playful fight with a fucking cat.
I should definitely admonish her for it, but that sounds exhausting, so for now, I settle on a grumbled, “That was your fault.”
My lungs are so tight, my back cramps between my shoulder blades, something I typically only feel after Coach works me to near death and I’m on the verge of drowning.
“What?” she squeaks out, aghast.
“You know what you did,” I tell her, groaning as I pull out of her and roll off to the side with a heavy sigh. She scoots back on the bed and then lies down flat again with an exhausted huff of her own.
“What just happened was entirely because of you,” she snaps. Her voice is hoarse and cracking at the seams, and I won’t deny how satisfying it is.
Her tear-filled, incredulous stare is burning a hole in my temple, but I’m too fucking exhausted to turn my head to meet it, let alone even move my eyeballs.
“You were being rude,” I say simply, closing my eyes. The world is spinning a little.
She scoffs. “Real rich coming from an asshole like you,” she mutters.
“No, I’ll just be coming in an asshole, and it’ll be yours.”
I don’t see or hear it, but I just know her mouth dropped.
“Stop talking while I spend the next five minutes gathering the energy to punch you in the face. I need to concentrate.”
Despite myself, her threat brings a smile to my face, though I can only manage to lift one side of my mouth. I still hate it, but she’s really fucking cute sometimes.
“You hurt my feelings.”
She sputters as her stare burns hotter, annoyance rolling off her in waves, but I’m still too tired to meet it. “You thought I was being rude, and that hurt your feelings, so you… decided fucking me against a window with the paparazzi around the corner was the solution?”
I shrug a shoulder weakly. “Yeah.”
Her following silence is full of bewilderment, and my half smile returns.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? ‘Yeah’?”
With a groan, I finally crack my eyes open and roll my head over to look at her. Her skin is still slightly pink, her bangs damp against her forehead, and she looks like a fucking goddess.
A pissed-off goddess, but a goddess nonetheless.
“Baby, I truly do not know what else you want from me at this moment. You were rude, so I gave you an attitude adjustment. Now, here we are, thoroughly fucked and exhausted, yet you still have an attitude.”
She gapes at me for a beat. “You have about three minutes left before I punch you.”
I turn my eyes back to the ceiling before closing them again. “I look forward to it.”
This time, she growls, and fuck, if that isn’t really fucking cute, too.
“You say that now, unt—”
“Rev, don’t make me take my cum leaking out of your pussy and shove it down your throat to shut you up.”
Now that I’ve said it, my mind latches on to that thought, and, painfully, it makes my dick twitch. I just might have to take a minute to scrounge up my energy first, though—
“You wouldn’t dare—”
Never mind.
I’m sitting up and leaning over her before she can finish her sentence, prompting her to squeal and attempt to roll away from me.
It’s too easy to slide my hand under her head and fist her hair, holding her down by her tangled strands while plunging my middle and ring fingers inside her cunt. Her back arches, and she gasps, the sound choked and sharp.
Panic flashes over her eyes, but I hold no sympathy for her. “Dread, stop it right fucking no—”
Then, I shove them down her throat, strangling the last word and shutting her up, just like I promised. Her eyes blow wide, and she gags, so I retreat them just enough not to trigger her reflex again.
“You can either suck off the cum, or you can try to bite me. But just know, I bite back, baby, and it’ll be your clit between my teeth when I do.”
She stares up at me in shock, her jaw loose as she processes my warning. When she doesn’t move, I arch a brow.
“Suck.”
Her mouth flops for a second before she narrows her eyes into thin slits, but surprisingly, she hollows her cheeks and does as I command.
I bite back a groan. “Good girl,” I murmur, my dick already starting to harden again.
There’s a gleam of calculation in her stare before her expression transforms. Her eyes become half lidded and sensual as she rolls her tongue over my fingers, pointedly swallowing with a soft moan.
I know she’s fucking with me, but that only proves she understands exactly how I might react and is willing to risk it.
I’m two seconds from ripping my fingers out of her mouth and mounting her again when something heavy crashes against the window. The two of us nearly jump out of our skin.
She yelps, and instinctively, I gather her closer into my chest and roll over her further, away from whatever the fuck that was, keeping my chin cocked over my shoulder and my gaze locked on the window.
My heart is pounding, and the sudden rush of adrenaline is almost dizzying.
“What was that?” she breathes, her hands gripping my biceps while her chest pumps wildly.
“Get dressed, baby,” I urge, helping her to her feet before we hurriedly slip on our clothes.
The second I’m dressed, I step to the window and peer out, seeing no one around. But I can see something in the frosted grass right below the window. I can’t tell what it is, just that it’s small and dark. I’m instantly filled with wariness.
“Is someone or something out there?” she asks from behind me, sounding out of breath.
“Something is, but I can’t see what it is. We’ll have to go get it.”
I crack open the window and listen carefully to see if there are people around.
Thankfully, there’s a side exit to the building that leads directly into the alley.
We’ll still need to be quick and grab whatever it is before anyone sees or hears us, but it shouldn’t be hard.
It won’t be the end of the world if we’re spotted, but I’d rather not deck a reporter in the face for asking Rev a stupid-ass question.
“Do you think someone saw us?” she asks, an edge of panic in her voice. It pulls my attention back to her, and she fumbles to put on her boot.
“No, I looked before I pulled you away, and no one was out there.”
“But mayb—”
“I looked away for maybe ten seconds at a time at most. No one saw us, I’m sure of it.”
She worries her bottom lip, appearing unconvinced as she quickly ties the laces then moves to the other one.
“If anything, it’s more likely they heard you and your big mouth,” I say, amusement coloring my tone.
Her head snaps up, briefly pausing with her foot halfway in the boot. Then, she resumes, but not before aiming a glare my way, her cheeks reddening.
Mission accomplished.
I’d rather she be angry with me than spiral over the possibility of being seen.
“I was not that loud,” she argues defensively. Her voice cracks, only proving her wrong.
I pause and arch a brow, and that prompts her to pause again, too. She gazes at me with wide eyes, teetering between embarrassment and denial.
I give her a deadened stare. “My eardrums are still ringing.”
Her mouth drops. “Ugh!” she scoffs, making the most girly sound I’ve ever heard. “They are not!”
Grinning, I grab her hand to lead her out of the room, and she trails after me, that tantalizing bottom lip jutted out into a small pout as she glowers at me.
I won’t act like making her scream that loud doesn’t have pride and satisfaction filling my chest, but I also know, deep down, whoever threw the object didn’t do so because of her screams.
I have a bad feeling burning in the pit of my stomach like acid. There’s only one culprit on my mind, and there’s no doubt it’s the same person on Rev’s mind, too.
We make our way down to the first floor, then head down the hallway toward the side of the building. When we reach the exit, I stop.
“Wait here. This door automatically locks, so I’ll tap three times so you know it’s me. I’ll be right back.”
She looks ready to argue, and I settle a stern look on her face.
“If he’s out there, the last person I’m going to let him see is you.”
Sighing, she relents and nods, taking a small step back, uneasy and back to worrying her bottom lip.
I step out into an empty alleyway, though it provides only a small amount of relief. I hardly feel the icy air nipping at my exposed skin as I quickly beeline straight for the black object right below my window.
I pick it up without even looking, only registering that it’s hard and compact as I jog back to the door.
I knock three times, and the moment she pushes it open to let me through, she’s glancing down over my form, as if to check for injuries, concern twisting her features.
“Was he out there?”
“If he was, I’d be covered in blood,” I answer seriously. “No one was out there. Just this.”
It’s a black box no bigger than the size of my palm. Her trembling hands reach for it, and after hesitating for a second, she pops it open with ease. Inside is a small, rectangular notecard with five words scribed across it in blocky handwriting.
But my attention is firmly elsewhere, my blood running cold. There’s another object beneath the note, several splotches of crimson soaking through the thin, white paper.
Foreboding fills the air as Rev and I glance at each other with a knowing look, both of us having the same thought. If that’s blood, then whatever is beneath the paper will likely give me fucking nightmares.
With trembling fingers, she slides away the paper, only for the stained parchment to float to the floor and her hand to slap over her mouth. She instantly snaps the box shut, but we both very clearly saw what was inside.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I spit, fury punching me right in the chest as I grab it from her hold.
She instantly turns away while I open the lid once more, needing to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit the first time.
My nostrils flare and my hands quake as I stare down at the contents, nearly grinding my molars to dust. I wasn’t imagining anything.
Inside the box are two bloody eyeballs staring right back at me, the lifeless irises still a vivid moss green.
My stare drifts an inch to the left, where the note lies on the ground by my feet, face up. Now, the words are clear.