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I show her exactly how they'd fuck her, but all I'm doing is lying to myself.
I'm just as deranged as them. I'm broken.
I’m well fucking aware. I feel the same need.
The same voracious hunger like my father and it makes me want to tear my insides to sinew.
The inviolable prison that I struggle to break free from threatens to hold me prisoner.
The need to self-destruct just to avoid being like him rages inside me like wildfire.
I will not be like him.
Her eyes pull me back into reality, peering into my depths, punishing me the same way I punish her.
I pump my cock a few more times, letting myself get lost in a euphoric lustful haze.
Time to unleash on her like the beast I am.
I slam my hands into her thighs, forcing her body to the edge of my Bugatti.
Her ass hangs over the edge. I smack my lips together like a starved wolf.
My hand slides around inside my pocket slung on my hips.
The ribbed edge of my lighter ripples over my thumb.
Let's show you how deranged I can be, Nightshade.
“Kieran—”
I quiet her with a kiss. Back to the kissing again, I guess. Ever since I claimed her mouth it's been addicting, like a chemical reaction. I want to see the fear on her face when I tease the flame over my branded body. Pain is the building blocks of pleasure.
She can see how far my crazy runs.
The kiss only distracts her for so long.
Her eyes go wide with fear when I click it open, lighting up the umbral darkness of the cemetery.
The flame comes alive in the corner of my eye, dancing in the pale moonlight.
She breaks the kiss, snapping her head toward the dancing light.
Her breast rises and falls in bewilderment.
I love how she never knows what to expect from me.
I'm a wild card baby. “I'm gonna show you how fucked they are, sweetheart.”
I kiss the edge of her mouth tenderly, a stark contrast to what I'm about to be doing. She wants a taste, I'll give it to her.
The flame inches toward her stomach. Her eyes pinch in confusion. She sucks in a big gulp of air. “Kier—”
Her words are cut off by an ear-piercing scream. The flame scorches her skin. She bucks becoming combative, but I force her down with a swift push against her sternum with my palm. She's tiny compared to me. So easily forced into my madness, so malleable.
The pain radiates through her body like a jolt.
She passes out almost instantly. Part of me is disappointed, I've grown accustomed to her fierce attitude.
But as always, having a bitch comatose satiates the beast within me.
The lighter clicks off for a moment so I can get my cock positioned.
I widen my stance. My cock is stone hard still, if not more than it's ever been.
I line myself up against her entrance with my free hand, sliding into her tight hole.
Her pussy swallows my dick whole. I tap the end of the lighter against her piercing.
I shiver, gasping at how quickly my cock wants to explode.
Sweat breaks on my brow despite the winter chill.
My chest is heavy with lead. All I want is to shatter her.
My nerves are shot. I've been dying to abuse a bitch just like before, to assert my dominance and power.
I flick the lighter on again and move within her slowly, keeping a slow tempo otherwise I will spill like a high school rookie.
The bright orange flicker lights up her face.
Inching the fire closer to her stomach, I start getting to work while I fuck her cunt.
I let the flame sear her skin, letter after letter.
I'm no damn artist, but she will be a sight to see once I’m finished.
The Void won't have her after she's mutilated and marked with my name.
Each stroke of the lighter on her creamy skin takes me closer to the edge.
My thighs quiver. I come inside her no less than three times in the span of twenty minutes.
A Goddamn record. This satiates the power I crave.
To control. To own. To break. After I burn my name into her milky skin, I’m unable to stop snapping my hips into her like a savage beast.
My balls slap against her ass with each thrust.
My hips snap forward on their own accord, rocking back and forth embedding my cum deeper inside her walls like some kind of freak.
A hellish grin falls over my face. My cock is raw as hell, but I fuck through the ache. Shit, it spurs me on. No telling when the next time I'll get to overpower someone—mark someone, all without consequence. Especially her.