37. Theo Fairview
Alexa Play: New Fears by Lights
Iwas furious. I was furious with Cassandra for being like every other ‘straight’ girl that’d used me to work through their bi awakening, only to end up back with some idiot straight man that treated them like shit.
But most of all, I was furious with myself for believing that Cass might actually be different.
Of course she wasn’t.
I knew better.
And I was so pissed with myself for daring to think I might actually get a happy ending.
I’d been an idiot for believing I ever would.
My ending would be bloody and violent, and my family probably wouldn’t even be in the stands cheering me on when I went down.
I would die like I lived.
Broken and alone.
Sitting with my back to Cassandra on my borrowed bed, I crushed my eyes shut as I waited for her to leave.
Maybe I should just move back out and call this whole thing off.
My anger was quickly turning to that bone-crushing, deep sadness that always loomed just out of reach, and my throat burned with tears.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t, fucking, cry, Theo…
I jumped as strong fingers curled under my chin, and my eyes flew open to find Cassandra standing before me, her face a terrifying blank mask of white fury.
That strange look was in her eyes again… I’d only seen it a few times before, but whenever she looked like this, I felt like I was looking into the eyes of a predator.
A literal wild animal that would rip the throat out of anything that crossed its path.
All the tiny hairs on my neck stood on end, warning me that I was in some sort of danger, but I ignored the spark of fear that exploded through my chest.
I was so done with this shit.
“I told you to get out,” I deadpanned, and her fingers tightened around my jaw, her lip curling into a tiny snarl.
“No,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“No?”
“That’s right. I said no. Not until you listen to what I have to say.”
I rolled my eyes and jerked my chin out of her grip. Tossing my hands out in exasperation, I stood up, forcing her to back away.
“I don’t want to hear whatever you have to say, Cass.
I’ve been clear how I feel about you from day one, and jokes on me, I guess, because you’ve been pretty clear with me too.
I can’t even be mad at you. I knew this was all a bullshit game to you.
I knew it was fake. I’m very fucking aware that I’m just here for show. Alright?”
“Theodora.” My name was a warning this time, not a plea, but I couldn’t seem to stop. Now that I’d started, all the hurt, anger, and pain were bubbling up, and I couldn’t seem to shut up.
“I’m not calling anything off. You’ll still get your precious promotion. All I’m saying is I don’t want to have to fake fuck you, too. Stop using me to get off if you’re just going to turn around and bend over for some fucking man the second I leave the house.”
The air turned to ice between us, and I realized I’d made a mistake a moment too late.
I wasn’t prepared for the sharp sting that erupted across the side of my face, but the second I registered the feeling as pain, my nervous system crashed out, and my brain stopped working.
My head whipped to the side with the force of the slap, and I was still fighting the explosion of dopamine that pain always seemed to trigger for me, when I found myself slammed against the wall with Cassandra’s hand wrapped around my throat.
I groaned unintentionally as she pressed down on my windpipe, restricting my air flow just enough that it put me into a minor level of sub state.
Cursing, I fought against my fucked up brain’s need to submit to this clearly insane woman, for no other reason than she’d just hurt me in a way I so desperately craved.
“Yes, Theodora. This is a fake marriage.” Cassandra was hissing in my ear. Her nails dug into my throat, and my pupils literally vibrated. My whole body turned to goosebumps as her hot breath skated over my ear, and heat pooled between my thighs without my permission.
My cheek was throbbing from the force of the slap, and I wasn’t getting enough oxygen from how hard she was pressing on my throat.
I was a trained fighter; if I wanted to get out of this, I could. But my body wouldn’t let me.
It was like she’d mollified me.
I was basically a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck, and my hands hung loose and useless by my sides as she continued to pin me down and growl in my ear.
“It has to be fake, Theodora, because if it was real, do you know how fucked you would be?”
I couldn’t move. My head was swimming with the soft, dangerous roll of her voice, and my heart was slamming so hard in my chest I was surprised it hadn’t burst right through my ribs.
Jesus Christ, what was this woman doing to me?
“Do you have any idea how many people I’ve thought of killing over the years, Theodora?”
I shook my head as much as my body would allow, and she let out a deliciously terrifying laugh.
“I’ve probably planned someone’s murder at least once a day since I slit my mother’s throat.”
As if to punctuate that thought, she pressed harder on my neck, and I whimpered helplessly like the pathetic little masochist I was.
“It’s a constant battle. I nearly fucking killed Nolan today. All I could think about was how pretty his blood would look spilling across my white tile floor.”
Oh my god…
My clit was on fire.
Why was that so hot?
What was wrong with me that this whole situation was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me?
I squirmed, and Cass let out another dark chuckle. She dragged her hot, wet tongue up the side of my neck, then bit down sharply on my lobe.
I moaned as she licked it better before pressing her lips close and continuing her fucked up confession directly into my ear.
“What do you think will happen to you, Theodora, if I let myself truly have you?”
I shuddered in a confusing mix of terror and arousal as she peeled her hand away from my throat, only to sink her index and middle finger directly into my mouth.
“Mmmphhh!” I sputtered in surprise as she shoved her fingers down my throat.
She ignored me as I struggled to adjust to the intrusion, and I choked as she pressed her hand deeper.
“Suck,” she ordered, and I couldn’t do anything but obey. Desperately, I licked and sucked on her fingers while she watched me with that cold, terrifyingly detached look on her face.
When she was satisfied, she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and shamelessly slipped her hand down the front of my shorts.
Oh fuck!
Real panic tore through me as she made contact with my clit, but even in her rage, she seemed to remember the limits I’d laid out the night before, and I immediately relaxed when it became clear she wasn’t going to take it any further.
With just the pads of her index and middle fingers, she began to rub me in firm circles, making sure not to scrape me with her long nails as she worked.
“Shit…” I cursed as my body lit up from within. The burning rush of pleasure increased with each swipe of her fingers, and soon I was a panting mess. She wasn’t pinning me to the wall anymore, but I was grateful to have it for support, as my entire body felt like it was made of gelatin.
“If I let my monster have you, Theodora, what do you think will happen if you ever try to leave?”
The pleasure was building higher and faster, and I whimpered as I realized I was already close.
Cassandra seemed to notice too, because suddenly the pleasure was replaced with the sharp sting of pain as she literally pinched my clit. Hard.
My mind short-circuited.
“Shit! Fuck!” I yelped, bucking helplessly against the wall.
“Don’t come. I didn’t say you could come,” she snapped, and my eyes felt like they were so wide they were going to pop right out of my head.
I was panting. A cold sweat had formed on my too-hot skin, and it felt deliciously humiliating, considering Cassandra seemed perfectly calm.
She was pressed up against me, her mouth still close to my ear as she held my clit captive between her fingers, and I was so turned on I felt like I could literally die.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into with me, Theodora,” she hummed in my ear before she started slowly massaging me again, soothing away the sting left behind from her pinching fingers. I whimpered softly, which seemed to please her.
She kissed me on the sensitive flesh behind my ear as I writhed against the wall, fighting off my quickly growing orgasm with everything I had.
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
She didn’t say you could come.
“I’ve been fighting this, sweet girl, not because I don’t want you,” she breathed, and in an attempt to keep myself from falling over the edge, I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
“I’ve been fighting it because if I let my monster have you, it’ll be over for you, Theodora. It’ll never let you go. You could try to run, but there is nowhere you could go that we wouldn’t find you. We’d hunt you down for the rest of your days, and I don’t think you understand what that means.”
“I-I do understand. I… I want that,” I croaked, and she pinched my clit again, causing me to cry out in pain.
“You don’t. This isn’t a game. If I give in to this, and then you decide you want to leave, there’s no telling what I might do.
I barely have this thing under control as it is.
I could fucking kill you, Theodora. Do you understand me?
” She pinched me harder, and I groaned, sinking further back into the wall as my nerves fired off a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.
I felt like I was floating, holy shit.
“You won’t kill me,” I panted, and she growled.
“If you try to leave me, I might. My monster would rather see you dead than share you.”
Her… monster?
Honestly, the third-person monster thing felt secondary for me. My sub-drunk mind caught on the last part of that statement instead.
Would rather see me dead than share me…
She didn’t want to share me?
“If we do this, Theodora, I can’t promise I won’t lose control. It’s harder to control the urges when I care about the people involved. I get… possessive. Controlling. You won’t like it.”
She was rubbing me again now, and it took even less time for her soft, wet fingers to draw me to the edge. In seconds, I was teetering on the precipice. My entire body hummed with the need to explode, and I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy.
“Cass…” I whined, but she didn’t stop.
“I’ll fucking destroy you if you let me, Theodora. Do you understand? I will wreck you.”
With great effort, I turned my lust-drunk gaze to meet hers. It was almost like I was looking into the face of a stranger.
I wasn’t speaking to Cassandra anymore.
I was looking at her face, but it was her monster that stared back.
My body was pulsing with the urgent need to come as I hovered on the sharp edge of what felt like a profound moment.
Her fingers slowed slightly as she held me captive with her gaze.
With a hard, wet swallow, I opened my mouth to speak, and my voice came out in a low, broken rasp.
“Wreck me, baby,” I whispered, and the look of pure ownership that flickered across her face made it abundantly clear that everything she’d just told me was true.
I’d just sold my soul to a psychopath, and there was no going back now.
A pleased smirk curled across her blood-red lips, and she hummed in my ear.
“Come for me, Theodora,” she ordered softly, increasing the pace again. It barely took two strokes.
On Cassandra’s command, I came.
She bit down on the side of my neck as my orgasm slammed into me. My body arched helplessly as I was consumed by a white-hot moment of pure euphoria.
Her sharp teeth split my flesh, and I knew I’d wake up with a bruise even as I completely lost myself in wave after wave of pleasure.
She continued to finger my clit through the entire ride, worrying her teeth into my flesh like a little blood-crazed demon as I grunted and moaned through the mind-numbing waves of ecstasy.
“Fuck…” I hissed when I finally started to come down. Only when I was reduced to a twitching, overstimulated mess, did Cassandra release her teeth from my neck.
It took even longer for her to release my clit.
I yelped when she slapped my pussy sharply before finally sliding her hand out of my pants. Enthralled, I watched as she slid her fingers into her mouth to suck them clean.
“Jesus Christ, Cassandra…” I whined, and slowly, that cold look on her face began to dissipate. The warmer version of her seemed to rise back up to the surface, and she leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“Nolan was here for work. It got weird when he tried to tell me he was in love with me or some bullshit. That’s why he brought me flowers. They were supposed to be a bribe or something to get me to forgive him. I was so shocked I didn’t even realize he’d grabbed me.”
I swallowed as I listened, still barely able to keep myself upright after that mind-bending orgasm she’d just given me.
“I’d rather eat literal shit than fuck Nolan Cross, Theodora. From now on, I will not be fucking anyone other than you… and I expect the same from you.”
Still unable to speak, I just nodded dumbly.
She tilted her head, pressing her lips close to my ear again, and her voice came out low and dark as she said the most fucked up thing anyone had ever said to me in my life.
“If I find out you’ve fucked someone else, I will kill them, and make you watch.”
She pulled away, studying my face to see how I would react.
I didn’t know if this was some sort of test to see if I could handle her level of crazy… but fuuuuckkkk meeeeee.
I loved my women fucking crazy.
“I understand.” I gulped, and a lethal smile curled across her lips.
“Good girl,” she purred.
Then she turned away, stalking out of the room and leaving me there in the boneless puddle of nonsense she’d reduced me to.
‘I’m obsessed with you,’ I mouthed at her back, knowing she would never see it.
She paused at the door and glanced back at me, a small frown creasing her brow.
“I… I’m sorry for hitting you. I lose control of… I lost control for a moment.”
I swallowed, touching a hand to my still stinging cheek, and gave her a shaky smile.
“Baby girl, if I didn’t like getting hit in the face, do you think I’d do what I do for a living? I’m not mad about it.”
Honestly, I hope you do it again.
Soon.
That adorable little frown of hers deepened as she processed my words, then she cleared her throat.
“Yes, well… dinner will be ready at six. Please have your things unpacked and put back in our room before then,” she ordered gently, and my stomach exploded with a nervous rush of butterflies.
Our room?
Damn.
Guess I wasn’t moving out after all…
Sliding down the wall, I collapsed on the floor, finally allowing my shaking legs to recover.
An unhinged grin spread across my face, and I let out a breathy laugh as I dropped my head back against the wall.
Holy fucking shit.
“Way to go, Theo.” I smirked to myself. “Just bagged yourself a psycho.”
I wondered vaguely what it said about me that instead of being disturbed and terrified, I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.