Kai
Idon’t even remember the moment I lost the thread. One second she’s straddling me, dancing slow and cruel with her tears running down her face, the next I’ve got her pinned, dragging her down hard until she’s split open on me.
The first slide inside rips me apart. She’s so tight, so wet, so wrecked that I can’t breathe—my head kicks back against the wall and a raw, guttural sound tears out of me before I can stop it. Her heat drags at me like quicksand, like she’s going to swallow me whole and I’ll thank her for it.
“Christ, Scar…” My voice is nothing but gravel and filth, my hands locked on her hips like I’ll break her if she even thinks about moving away. “You feel like you were made for me. You hear me? Made for me.”
She whimpers, grinding down, and I can feel her shaking, her walls clutching me, every pulse making me harder, deeper, filthier. My head drops forward, mouth brushing her cheek, and I can taste the salt of her tears. It twists me up, makes me snap all over again.
I thrust up sharply, filling her to the hilt, and her cry breaks against my lips. “That’s it, ride me,” I rasp, biting down on her jaw as I pound into her. “Take every inch, baby. Take what you’ve been begging for. You wanted to play your little game, now you live with it. Now you feel it.”
And God help me, I never want her to stop.
Her thighs clamp tighter, nails digging into my shoulders, but it doesn’t slow me—I slam up into her like I’m trying to tear the world apart inside her. The sound of it, the wet slap of skin, the broken cries spilling out of her, it all drives me harder, filthier.
“Look at you,” I growl, as I drag her down, making her pussy swallow every brutal inch of me, burying my cock so deep that she can’t do anything but shudder and sob against my mouth. “Soaking all over me. Dripping down my cock like a fucking mess.”
Her head jerks back, hair sticking to her face, lips parting on a scream that makes my chest cave in. I don’t let her breathe—I catch her throat in my hand, squeeze until her eyes go wide, until every sound is just a broken whimper under my palm.
“You ride me like this,” I snarl into her ear, “you don’t get to hide from what you are. You’re mine, Scar. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to bleed on my cock until you can’t remember your own name.”
Her body spasms, clenching hard around me, and I snap—slamming her down again and again, grinding up inside her until she’s shaking, until my cock’s so slick it feels like she’s going to slide off me.
“Beg for it,” I hiss, teeth scraping her cheek as my thrusts turn savage. “Beg for every inch. Beg for my cum. Beg me not to stop until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
Her sobs wreck me, her hips still grinding even as she cries. She’s split wide on me, soaked and trembling, and I know I’ll never let her off this cock until she breaks so hard she’ll never come back from it.
I can feel how close she is—the way her body clenches down on me like it’s begging without her mouth even moving, the way her nails rake across my skin, desperate, frantic. But I don’t give it to her. Not yet.
I shove her down hard, cock buried to the hilt, grinding up until her head snaps back and she screams into the dark. My hand stays at her throat, not choking her out, just holding her right there where she belongs—on me, for me.
“Say it,” I rasp, voice breaking on my own need. “Say you want my cum. Say you want me to ruin you with it.”
She shakes her head, sobbing, but her hips keep rolling. Her body betrays her. The wet squelch as I drag in and out makes me groan, makes my vision blur with how fucking tight she is.
“Don’t you dare lie to me now, Scar,” I snarl, snapping my hips up so hard the slap echoes off the walls. “You’ve been dripping for this since the first time I touched you. Say it.”
Her cry shreds me. “I want it—I want you—fuck, Kai, I want your cum.”
That’s all it takes. I break. My grip on her waist turns brutal, hauling her up and slamming her back down until I’m gone—until my cock pulses so hard inside her I don’t know where I end and she begins.
Heat floods her, spilling out, dripping between us as I hold her down, grinding through every spasm, forcing her to take it all.
Her whole body convulses on top of me, shattering, screaming my name like it’s the only thing left she knows. And I can’t stop. I fuck my cum deeper into her with ragged thrusts, teeth clenched, whispering against her mouth even as I fall apart—
“You’re mine now. Marked. Filled. No one else will ever touch you like this.”
When she slumps against me, wrecked and trembling, I stay buried in her, cock still twitching, still keeping her plugged with everything I’ve just given her. Because letting go isn’t an option. Not now. Not ever.
Her scream rips up my throat with every thrust, but before it can escape her lips, I slap my palm over her mouth, pinning her jaw shut just as the ceiling above us creaks loud and heavy. Footsteps—slow, angry, stomping.
“Is everything okay down there?” my dad’s voice, sharp and suspicious, cutting through the walls like a blade.
Scarlett’s eyes go wide under me, panic spilling hot and wet against my palm. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My hips keep driving, cock slamming into her so hard the couch jerks against the floorboards. I grit my teeth and force the words out, strangled through the wreck of my breath.
“Fine—” another thrust, deeper, harder, making her body convulse, “—it’s just a movie. I’ll—turn it down.”
I watch her eyes blur, tears sliding past the edge of my hand as she writhes beneath me, every frantic shake of her head only dragging me further into madness.
Above us, silence. Then a pause. Another heavy step. My pulse hammers against her throat beneath my grip.
“Alright,” the voice mutters, softer this time, resigned. Footsteps retreat. A door slams.
The second it fades, I lean in, pressing my mouth to her ear, still pounding her into the cushions with merciless rhythm.
“You hear that?” I whisper, hot and filthy against her skin, grinding until she’s choking on muffled sobs beneath my hand. “They have no idea. No fucking clue I’m inside you while they sleep above us.”
I drive in harder, bruising, every thrust punctuated by the thought that I own her so completely I can defile her under their roof and no one will ever know.
Her nails are raking down my arms, leaving fire in their wake, and I don’t know if it’s hate or desperation or both, but I don’t care — I want it carved into me.
My hand still clamps over her mouth, and her screams are reduced to muffled, broken noises that make my cock ache harder inside her as I can feel her snapping.
Her body goes rigid beneath me, back arching, then she thrashes against me, every ounce of fight exploding at once.
She’s clawing, bucking, trying to throw me off, and I slam her hips back down, burying myself so deep she can’t move.
My chest crushes hers, my breath ragged against her ear as I growl.
“Snap for me, Scar. Break right here. Break on my cock.”
And she does. God, she does. Her entire body convulses, legs shaking, tears leaking into my palm as she sobs into my hand, soaking wet, spasming around me so hard it almost drags me under with her.
I thrust through it, relentless, making her feel every inch, because I want her to know there’s no air, no escape, nothing left of her except the way she shatters around me.
“Mine,” I snarl against her skin, pressing harder, harder, until she’s trembling in ruin beneath me. “You’ll never fucking cum without me. Never.”
She’s already gone glassy-eyed, body buckling under me, but I don’t let up. Not when she claws weakly at my wrist. Not when her cries crumble into whimpers under my hand. Not when her thighs shake like they’re going to give out.
I bury myself deep and keep grinding into the spasms, each thrust wringing another broken tremor out of her. She’s limp and shaking, her hips only moving because I force them to, and the sight of her like this — ruined, helpless, undone on me — snaps something black and wild inside my chest.
“Don’t stop now, baby,” I rasp into her hair, my voice shredded. “You’re going to feel me until you can’t remember your own fucking name. Until the only thing you know is me.”
Her nails drag down my shoulders in a pathetic scrape, no fight left, just reflex, and I drive harder, crueller, making her fall through the wreckage again and again. Her sobs hitch into little gasps against my palm, and I feel every broken sound vibrate into my bones.
“You collapse, I’ll hold you up. You shatter, I’ll keep the pieces. But you don’t get away from me. Not now. Not ever.”
Her body jerks around me one last time, so weak it’s almost nothing, and then she slumps, trembling wreckage in my arms, head rolling into the crook of my neck.
And I keep moving anyway, slower now, dragging her through the aftershocks, because I can’t stop — because I don’t want to feel where she ends and I begin.
Her whole body is slack now, boneless in my arms, every ounce of fight stripped from her until she’s nothing but heat and tremors wrapped around me. And I can’t hold it anymore.
The sound she makes — broken, barely there — tears through me worse than any scream. My hips slam forward, my forehead pressed hard to hers, and I give in.
The world rips open when I cum inside her. Fierce, punishing, endless. My vision whites out, and I spill like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, grinding deeper with each violent pulse until I’m carved into her, until she’s branded from the inside out.
“Scar,” I choke, my voice wrecked, almost begging. My hands clamp her tighter, one on her hip, one tangled in her hair, holding her down on me as if letting go would kill me. “Take it. Every drop. You’re mine. You fucking hear me? Mine.”
Her head lolls against me, a soft whimper sliding from her lips, and it undoes me all over again. I keep rutting through it, forcing myself deeper even as my body empties, desperate to fuse us together so nothing can rip her away.
I breathe her name like a prayer, like a curse, like it’s the only thing tethering me to this earth.
And when it’s over, when the quake finally drains from me and leaves me shaking, I don’t pull out. I don’t let go. I just hold her tighter, burying my face in her damp hair, whispering jagged, ruined words against her skin.
“Never leave me, Scar. I’ll burn everything before I let you go.”