Page 38 of Torment

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Mason

I strode through the house,hands balled in fists by my side as my nostrils flared with disgust.

The bitch almost got me.

I almost got myself.

What a stupid fucking plan I’d come up with. I wasn’t supposed to fuck Jolie, and mercifully I hadn’t, but it took all the willpower I had to tear myself away from her once I got going. She was so beautiful. So tempting. If I actually believed in all the bullshit her old cult taught their women, I’d think she was the devil tempting me with magic.

I almost fell for it and forgot my plan.

After spending the last few days bringing her luxury after luxury to catch her off guard and make her think I might’ve changed, she’d finally begun to respond. She felt comfortable enough to ask me questions, and she felt safe enough to spin around and touch my face.

I hated how fucking good it felt when she did that.

I hadn’t been able to feel a single thing on my scars in years, but when Jolie reached out and stroked me with her soft fingers, the numbness gave way to a hot tingling sensation, quickly growing in intensity until I wondered if I was dreaming or hallucinating. Her hands were so warm and eager to please, her eyes so earnest and wide. I never told her that side of my face was numb, so she had no idea what she was doing to me.

I could tell from the expression on her face that it wasn’t some sort of trick. She genuinely wanted to touch me. Even the ugliest parts of me.

All I could think about was how much I missed being able to feel up until that moment. How much I missed her. It was like a slow motion sequence from a movie after that. She bit her lip and I leaned in closer, gathering her in my arms and pulling her chin up so I could kiss her properly.

She was so small and soft in all the right places, and she tasted even sweeter than I remembered. I didn’t give her a chance to say no or catch her breath. I was hungry, demanding, insatiable. When I deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth, she let out the tiniest of whimpers. My insides seemed to catch fire at the raw, primal sound.

Every thought vanished from my mind in that instant, except for one thing. Take Jolie. Take her now.

My cock twitched with how badly I wanted her. I was lightheaded, dazed with desire, my fingers itching to touch her again and feel the quiver of her flesh as I turned her ass red raw under my heavy palms. It had been so long since her body submitted to mine, and I needed more.

I knew she wanted to give it to me, too. She told me so.

Even if she hadn’t brazenly begged me to fuck her, her body told the truth of the matter. Her skin was prickled with goosebumps and her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She was drenched between the legs, so slick I could’ve slid right in without any resistance and fucked her brains out like I so desperately wanted to.

In those moments, I was close to giving in. So close to freeing my cock and pushing myself deep inside her. Giving it to her like I used to. But then I finally remembered her true nature with crushing intensity. I remembered what she’d done. What she’d set in motion. I saw my family’s remains flash before my eyes; the sickeningly charred bodies with their hands and feet curled up from the heat of the fire that razed every last one of them.

Jolie seemed genuinely remorseful whenever she said she was sorry, but it wasn’t enough. No apology could ever take away what she’d done or make it better.

I felt the hatred bubbling up inside me, a poison I couldn’t contain. It was stronger than ever. I let out a roar and punched a hole right through the living room wall, exposing the dark space within.

I wanted to hurt Jolie again, worse than ever before. I wanted her to scream and beg for mercy, and I wanted her to know it wasn’t coming, no matter how much she shrieked and cried.

Fuck the plan. Fuck it all to hell.

I’d already destroyed Jolie’s heart and soul anyway, shattering them to pieces the second I denied her in that room and left her hanging after I forced her to admit how she felt. There was no reason I couldn’t enjoy the forbidden fruits of temptation now that she was so clearly broken. After all, she wouldn’t be able to try and manipulate me into loving her again with that tight pussy which used to hold so much magic and wonder for me. She didn’t have it in her anymore. She was just a set of warm holes for me to use in order to unload my frustration and rage. A bruised little fucktoy.

I strode back down the hall and wrenched the red door open, filled with fury. Jolie was crying and shivering, her body sagging against the wall as she hung from the restraints.

“Keep crying,” I snarled, yanking her around on the chains to face me. “You know I love it.”

“Please, Mason,” she begged, her nose running in disgusting rivulets as she blubbered. “Don’t touch me.”

“Too late,” I said, unzipping my pants. “I changed my fucking mind.”

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