Page 52 of Promise to Break

"I can be when and if needed. If you need your first time to be gentle, I can give you that. Or I can fuck the virginity out of you. It's your body, so your choice."

"I want the real you," I answer without hesitation. "This is the only night I will give you myself without a fight, so fuck me like the beast I know you are."

The growl that leaves him coaxes my legs to open for him on their own accord.

I am in big fucking trouble.

Chapter twenty-two

Killian

Decimation goes both ways. I always knew that.

I had to ruin the child I was in order to destroy others. Killing another required me to give up my soul. I don't think I did it purposely. I don't even know when my ruin occurred. All I do know is that I left my spirit somewhere behind me.

Death took a part of my soul and threw it at the sharks. It had to be done for me to be able to do what I do.

But what I'm about to do now is unforgivable. If God exists and He's watching me, He'll ruin me for good because of what I'm about to do now, if not for the times I absconded his role.

Maricela waits for me to do as she asked, to comply with her request to fuck her hard because she knows I'm a beast. Well, she isn't wrong. She isn't wrong at all.

I pull myself up off the wet bed, which smells like what I hate most in this world: chlorinated pool water. But even if my father was here, now telling me that if I didn't leave her be, he would make me pay. I would fuck her anyway. In front of him, despite him.

The green in those expressive eyes of hers allows the blue to win as it starts to war for dominance. I desperately want to see that turquoise, a collision of color, created because of me.

I rip the damp towel from my waist, letting it fall to form a pile as I add it to her dress and the destroyed thong.

"Boxers would have been nice," she says, biting her lower lip as I lean over to retrieve the condoms from my ruined wallet on the bedside table.

"My dick is heavy, too. I don't need any societal norms that tell me what to wear." The chuckle that escapes her is an exquisite melody I never thought I needed to hear in my life, but I do. I like that look she gives me, too, much more than her glares full of hate.

"And that thing is going to fit inside me? This is going to hurt." Her tone is all business. Surprisingly, she doesn't sound scared of the pain.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you feel pleasure as well. You're a seeker of pain, even when you think you want peace."

"I'm not worried. I heard what you can do with it. I'm just stating facts."

I put the condoms aside, not waiting to claim her. After all, I've waited much too long for this.

"Here is how it's going to go," I start, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. "I am going to eat you up, and when you think you can't come again, I'm going to push myself inside you and fuck your cunt with no remorse. It's going to be painful, and when you come on my cock for the third time, because you will, I can promise you that I'll come on your tits so that when you leave this place thinking, you can leave me behind and that this was a onetime thing, you'll remember the cum from my heavy dick on your perfect, heavy boobs."

Maricela moans and arches into me. "You're talking too much… Mierda!" Now that I understood. She screams as I lower myself between her legs and suck hard on her clit.

"You wanted it hard, Little Girl. And I'm just getting started." Those are my last words before I feast on her cunt. Fuck, she's tiny. Even down there, she's pure perfection.

"Kil— Killer—" she begs.

"Yes. Killer. Call me Killer from now on." I suck again, and she bucks beneath me.

That first whore took care to teach me how to eat pussy, and I love it. I love the control of it. The pleadings. The raw taste of flesh on my tongue.

"Ple— Oh, I can't."

"You can, Little Girl, and you will. I haven't even gotten started." I suck harder, kiss and play with her, relishing her moans and pleas. "Call me Killer again, and I'll kill your innocence."

"For you to kill… Oh fuck—"

"You were saying?"

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