Page 16 of Bloody Tainted Lies

Nikolai chuckles, and then his grip on my hip tightens until it feels like it will break, and his free hand wraps around my hair. Then he yanks my head back.Hard.

I stare up at the ceiling as tears stream down my cheeks, and he thrusts in and out of my ass slowly, at a languid pace, like he has all fucking day. But I can’t deny that it feels incredible, and I reach between my legs and rub my clit slowly to the pace he’s fucking me.

My moans are low, but they sound so loud in the silence. His grunts of pleasure are rivaling the volume of my own, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’ve thought of this moment for so long. I’ve dreamed of it. I used to crave it.Him. But having the real thing? Nothing compares to it.

He speeds up, his hips slapping against me now louder than us, and I speed my fingers up as well. My spine begins to tingle, and heat rushes down to my clit. I’m fucking desperate to come, and I meet him thrust for thrust, slapping my ass against him.

Nikolai lets go of my hair, his front coming to my back, and he buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites down just as I begin to shake. The orgasm hits me so hard I can scarcely breathe. I scream out, the intensity of the pleasure zapping through my body feels more heightened than being fucked in my pussy, and I can barely see straight when Nikolai straightens out and begins to rail me in earnest this time. He grips my hips roughly, groaning loudly, then comes in my ass.

Light spills into the room, my door shutting loudly, and I look at Nik. As I try to escape, he tightens his grip on my hips, preventing me from moving even an inch. He looks back over his shoulder, and smiles.

Leo stands a few feet from the bed, looking between me and Nikolai, who is still inside me, with rage on his face. He advances toward us, but Nikolai puts his hand up in a halting motion, and surprisingly, Leo listens.

Nikolai pushes me onto the bed, crushing my cheek against the mattress until I’m making eye contact with the devil, pulling out of me. I stiffen from the emptiness as I feel the cum start to run down my ass. “So messy,” Nikolai says as he stuffs it back in. “Let’s not waste it, princess.”

I drop my eyes, yet not before I see Leo’s flare with anger. His face is hard as stone, not betraying any emotion, as he turns on his heel and walks to the door. “If you’re going to act like a worthless whore,tesoro mio,” He peers at me over his shoulder, and I freeze. “I’m going to treat you like one.”

And with that, he walks out, crushing me under the thousand-pound weight of anxiety that no amount of orgasms could make better. This was a terrible idea, one which I’m sure will have plenty of consequences for me.

The door to the bedroom slams shut, rattling the walls, but it doesn’t scare me. Actually, it only makes the smile on my face grow even wider. None of this was my intention when I showed up, and the last thing I expected was to fuck her after everything that happened between us. However, when an opportunity falls into your lap, well, as the saying goes,she fell into mine.And I wasn’t about to say no when she basically put herself on a silver platter.

I didn’t like how I felt, though. Sure, fucking her was amazing, but every cunt feels good in its own way. I shouldn’t feel so possessive over her, but I do.God, I still do. And when Leo came in and saw me pushing my cum back into her, I felt joy when he got pissed off. It must be for the simple fact that I want to see him suffer. Even if she’s probably not as significant to him as I think she is. He’ll still care somewhat since his ego will not allow him to share her with anyone. In his head, Camilla is his. Even though in my heart I know she will always be mine.

Camilla is still immobile, her ass up in the air while her cheek is on the bed. She turns her face toward the mattress, essentially burying it. Her shoulders tremble a little, except I’m more mesmerized by my cum dripping out of her ass. You’d think I’ve never seen a woman naked before.

I retrieve my pants, pull them up, and then take a few steps back from the bed to look at the scene before me. I focus all my attention on the woman in front of me instead. She still hasn’t moved, and I hear her crying even though it’s barely audible. My right hand hovers over her lower back, but I pull it away before I make contact with her skin. Fuck, I don’t know how to comfort her anymore. I don’t know if she wants me to.

“Did I hurt you, princess?” I ask her, half-scared, that I did even if I shouldn’t give a damn. Camilla shifts her body until she’s lying on her side, pulling her knees up into the fetal position and hugging them with her arms.

More sniffles. “No.”

I get closer to her and kneel next to the bed until I’m at face-level with her, and the way her hazel eyes fill with tears again makes me want to punch something. If it wasn’t me, then who? “Then what’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong.”

“Wait,” I huff out a low laugh, “You’re crying over that asshole?”

Camilla’s hand shoots out and grabs my jaw quicker than I can blink. It’s kind of funny how I didn’t see that coming, but my body isn’t having the response she hopes for. Instead, I’m turned on, my cock cramped in my pants. I want her violence. When her nails dig into my skin, I grab her wrist and push her fingers in deeper. Let her hurt me, I’ll just find a way to get even again.

“That asshole,” she says through gritted teeth, her chest heaving and drawing my gaze to her pierced tits. I flit my eyes back to hers, “is going to be my husband, and now I’m as good as dead.”

“Having regrets already,solnyshko?” I won’t lie, she’s kind of hurting my face, but the difference is that I’m letting her do it. This could stop quickly if I wanted it to, but my curiosity is getting the best of me for some reason. I’d like to see how far she will take this, and how much she will spill in the process. “Aren’t you the love of his life?”

You’re the love of mine.

Camilla laughs, rough and low and husky, and I love it. Although the circumstances definitely don’t call for those thoughts. “He called me a whore, and you think he gives a shit about me?” He only called her that because he was pissed. Although maybe he did mean it to some extent. I was fucking her in the ass when he walked in, after all.

“People have said worse to their loved ones.”Me. I’ve said worse to her.

Her face changes, like a dark cloud has shifted over the sun. She drops her eyes, one tear escaping and immediately soaking the sheets. “Get out.”

“No.”

She lets go of my face, surely with skin under her fingernails, and kneels on the bed. With wide eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks, she looks gorgeous and unhinged. “Get the fuck out!” Camilla’s scream echoes in the room, hurting my ears, and I don’t even think. I just react.

My hands wrap around her neck, and she falls back onto the mattress. Then I straddle her hips and put my weight on her. The way she struggles is not exactly what I expected. No, it’s so much better. “I don’t appreciate being screamed at, princess. Next time I’ll gag you with my cock until you’re choking on it.” Her eyes roll back, lips turning blue, and I ease up on my grip. “And if you’re a good girl,maybeI’ll let you breathe again.”

I know I’m treating her differently, but I’m not a teenager anymore. I’m not a lovesick puppy anymore. She has hurt me, and even though I apologized for hurting her back, even though we were supposed to have forgiven each other, a part of me still wants to hurt her.

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