Chapter Fifteen
XADEN
She’s the distraction I need.
I grip her waist in a bruising hold and anchor her to me, her soft little body molds into mine like it was made to fit me.
I swallow her moan as I push my tongue in her mouth tasting her, needing to feel something other than this empty void inside me.
I need to be numb. I lift her. She locks her legs around my waist and circles her arms around my neck.
I don’t break the kiss as I walk back to my car.
I may be a heartless son of bitch but not even I would fuck her on some random cunt’s gravestone.
That is the type of fucking karma I don’t need to incite.
When I reach my car, I lay her down on the hood.
She lies there, staring up at me with that lustful look in her blue eyes.
She's been talking a big game but she can’t hide the truth from me.
Her eyes spill the secrets her mouth won’t.
She hates that she wants me.
Yeah, the feeling is fucking mutal, Tink.
My head can’t stand her but my cock, it hungers for her.
Even when the bitch ran, I tried to find some random hoe to take the edge off but I couldn’t even get hard.
No amount of her sucking my dick worked because she wasn’t the blonde lying before me.
No other girl has ever been able to make me hard just from the sight of them, but she can and she does.
Which is why I hate her. The moment I let go of the hatred I feel for her, I’ll lose and that is a reality I’ll never allow.
The sight of his shirt on her has the monster inside me rearing its ugly head.
I grip the hem of the shirt, then tear it down the middle, making her shriek in outrage.
The sight of her bare tits has me biting down on my tongue to keep the groan from escaping me.
Knowing that the fabric of his fucking shirt was touching what’s mine without a barrier has my bloodlust rushing to the surface.
I don’t drop my gaze any lower, I don’t want to see… it.
“Xaden—”
“You ever wear another motherfucker’s clothes and I’ll make you watch as I fucking kill him, understand?
” Her eyes widen and her mouth parts, but no words come out.
I know she is reliving the moment I killed Kyle in front of her.
I growl in frustration, gripping her chin and shaking her chin, forcing that glassy look from her eyes as she focuses on me.
“The next time you think about another guy when I’m about to sink my cock inside you, you will regret it, Tink.
” I don’t wait for the bitch’s response.
I duck my head and capture her nipple in my mouth. She cries out and arches her back off the hood. She grips the back of my head, holding me in place as I bite down, loving the sound of the scream that rips out of her.
I release her and pull back enough that there is an inch of space between our faces. “This changes nothing.” My words are hard like a band of steel.
Hurt flashes in those eyes before she quickly masks it. “Tomorrow we go back to hating each other,” she concurs.
I smirk as I draw back and pop the button on her jeans. “Fairies shouldn’t lie, Tink.” I tug the zipper down next.
“I’m not,” she breathes out as I start peeling them down her legs.
“Yeah you are,” I say as I drop her pants on the ground and take in the sight of her lying there, ready and waiting for me to devour her whole.
The white panties she wears do nothing to hide the wet patch between her legs.
“Your mouth says you hate me but this pussy.” I grip the backs of her knees and pull her forward so she balances on the edge of the hood, then drop to my knees, making her suck in a sharp breath.
She pushes up onto her elbows and looks down at me with a hungry look in her eyes.
I push her panties to the side to expose that perfect pink pussy.
My mouth waters at the sight of it. I flick my eyes back to hers as I say, “You were telling the truth about me hating you, but…” I part her folds with my fingers, drawing a strangled sound from her.
“You were lying when you said you hated me.”
Before she can respond, I bury my face between her thighs and suck her clit into my mouth.
The scream that erupts from her is like music to my ears, it’s unfiltered, unreserved and designed for my ears only.
No one will ever get to see her like this or hear the sounds she makes when I eat her out. This pussy is mine.
She’s mine to break.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.
The taste of her arousal has me groaning, she tastes so fucking sweet. I push a finger inside her tight little cunt and love the way she pants my name. The beast inside me loves hearing my name from her lips, but the man, he hates the sound of it rolling off her tongue.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging on the strands and making me hiss at the bite of pain.
The filthy bitch thrusts her hips, trying to ride my finger like she knows what she wants.
She doesn’t. I know what the fuck she needs.
I’m the one who showed her what it was really like to feel alive.
I woke the bitch up from the coma she was living in for a year when she ran.
Me fucking her brought her back to life.
She siphoned some of the devil inside me and allowed it to burrow inside her.
“Xaden… shit, please…” I draw back and look up at her as I slip a second finger inside her tight, wet little hole. The glazed look in her eyes has my cock pressing against my jeans painfully, begging me to bury myself inside her and find the release we have been craving for months.
“Please what?” I snap in a brutally wicked tone that has her moaning.
“I need you to make me… fuck!” she shouts as I curl my fingers inside her and stroke her G-spot.
“Such a dirty mouth, Tink,” I taunt as I continue to finger her.
When she closes her eyes, I instantly feel lost without them on me.
“Look at me!” She snaps them open instantly at my demand.
This is a position I never saw myself in.
Toren Kellar on the hood of my car naked, me on my knees between her legs while she begs me to make her come.
Fate is a bitch.
“Oh shit, please, please, please…” she pants.
“What?” I growl.
“Put your mouth back on me. I need it, Xaden, please.” The pleading tone in her voice has the monster inside me preening.
The motherfucker loves hearing her beg. I dip my head and swirl my tongue around her clit, making her scream.
I suck it into my mouth and graze my teeth against it and that’s what sends her over the edge.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck as her thighs clamp down on the sides of my face, trying to hold me in place as her orgasm rocks through her like an avalanche laying waste to anything in its path.
Shudders tear through her. I don’t stop fingering her or sucking on her clit, I want to drag this out and make her feel every fucking thing I am doing to her so she knows, this body belongs to me.
I’m its master.
I control her pleasure.
Only I can make her feel this good.
“I can’t!” she yells and tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.
I grip the inside of her thighs and hold them open as I devour my feast. Fuck, I hate that I have been craving the taste of her since she ran from me.
I’ve dreamed about the fucking sounds she makes when I fuck her.
The feeling of her pressed against me as I slam inside her, making her scream my name.
“S-stop… Fuck, Xaden!” When I feel her greedy little cunt clamp down on my fingers in preparation for her next orgasm, I withdraw and push to my feet.
The death glare she sends me has a smile tugging at the edge of my mouth.
“You said stop,” I taunt, making her jaw drop.
Before the little bitch can start having a tantrum, I reach and grip the back of my shirt and yank it off.
Her eyes greedily drink in the sight of my ink.
She reaches out to me as I begin undoing my jeans and traces the cherry blossom tree inked in the center of my chest, then she begins tracing the Koi fish.
When she trails her fingers lower to my abs to trace the Japanese Samurai mask, I shiver at the feeling.
Then her eyes lift and lock onto the pendant dangling around my neck.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes out. I ignore her assessment of the necklace as I kick my pants off, then grip her chin and tip her head back and claim her lips.
Her hands grips my waist and pull me forward, moaning into my mouth when she feels my cock pressed against her.
She breaks the kiss, making me sneer until she reaches between us and grips my cock between her hands, making me hiss and my head loll back.
She begins stroking me and I see fucking stars.
When a low whine escapes me she stops, drawing my focus back to her.
She looks panicked. “Did I do it wrong?”
For a split second I forgot how inexperienced she is.
“No. Keep going,” I say in a glacial tone.
I’ll never allow her to see how she affects me or how good it feels to have her hands on me.
I get lost, the spike of pleasure rolling through me.
I jolt when I feel her tongue gliding against my chest. I look down at the top of her head with a frown, she tips her head back and meets my stare.
“I need you.”
Those three stupid words break through my blissed out state. I wanted her to need me so I could destroy her. Now, I hate that she needs me to make her feel anything aside from pain, but the smallest part of me likes it.
I push her back so she is lying flat against the hood, grip my cock and line it up with her pussy. I hold her stare as I thrust into her in one merciless stroke. Her back arches off the hood and a scream built from primal need rips out of her. The sound alone has me feeling untouchable.
A shiver of delight rolls through me at having her wet heat wrapped around me, I’ve longed to feel this again. Her fucking cunt was made for me.
I reach down and grip her waist, then lift her. She locks her legs and arms around me. The uncertain look in her eyes fuels the dominant bastard in me.
“Bounce up and down, Tink.” She places her hands on my shoulders and lifts up then slams down on my dick.
Fuck, she feels so good. Her cries of pleasure sound out into the silent night, giving the dead a show of a lifetime.
I grip her ass and help her out, meeting her thrust for thrust. I tip my head forward and bite down onto the flesh of her tit and suck it into my mouth, needing to leave a stamp of my ownership behind on her body.
“Oh, God. It feels so good,” she pants.
“Take my cock, like a good girl, Tink.” My praise seems to spark the little demon inside her hiding beneath the surface. Her eyes darken and her thrusts grow in force as she tries to throw us both over the edge.
“I need… more,” she pleads. I lay her back on the hood, then draw almost all the way out before slamming into her with the force of a battering ram.
Her scream is fuel to the beast inside me, he’s gripping me in his clutches and urging me to make her scream my name.
The need to hear her say it as she comes overpowers my rational thought, suddenly my own climax doesn’t matter as I focus on making her feel so good as she screams my name.
“Like that!” she shouts and drags her nails down my bare back, making me grit my teeth at the bite of pain.
I feel her pussy clamping down on me and know she is close.
“Give it to me, Tink!” I snarl. “Come on my cock, I want to feel it.” As if my words are her undoing, she falls over the edge of oblivion and shatters beneath me like fine china.
Hearing my name being screamed, like I’m a god she is praying to, sets off my own release.
I slam into her once more, then roar with a sated growl as my climax flows through me like a wave as I empty everything I have inside her tight little hole.