Page 34 of Repossess My Heart

“So, it’s not bloody enough then. Have I not earned your honesty, Reverie?”

When he turns back to the women, my arms grip around his back, my heels sliding across the floor like it’s nothing to him. “Nine! I’m sorry! I- you left me in that room!”

“Because I’m fucking losing it!” He yells back, ignoring me as he rips a cleaver from the wall, “It’s your fault! You and your fucked up eyes!” He slashes at them, ignoring my panicked attempt to stop him. When the blood splatter coats me, I slip around him to his side. Trying to… to stop this. The women are screaming, but I barely hear them over his laughter.

A sharp pain rips through my face, putting a sudden brutal stop to his butchering when I hiss in pain, clasping the bottom on my chin where the back of the blade caught me on the way up. Enough force to bring water to my eyes and a split in my skin. Albeit a small one.

The cleaver hits the floor as he wrenches my head back. “Stop!” I cry out as his tongue finds the base of my neck, pain flooding my core with need. He trails it up, lapping at my skin until he finds the bloody spot underneath my chin, cleaning the split with his tongue.

“Fuck, I want to cut you.” He groans.

“Do it. Cut me.” I hate how breathy… how desperate my voice sounds. I’m no better than the women on that wall, only drugs aren’t keeping me here.

“Admit you were jealous.”

“I just want you to do your job. Why would I be jealous about you and another-“

He pulls away, his grip forming a vice hold on my inner elbow. He’s taking me to the mirrored wall as I stumble behind him, the pain in my chin nearly forgotten, “Don’t want my sweetling getting herself hurt again.” He whispers before my knees connect painfully with the floor.

“Nine I’m serious-“

He shushes me, ignoring my attempts to fight against the restraint he clasps around my neck. The metal is cool against my skin… loose even, but when he steps away I try to follow. I yelp when I’m wrenched backwards. The chain tightening, dragging me closer to the mirrors.

“I never touched her, you know. It seems you fucked with my cock just as much as my head.” He tries to sound taunting, cold, but there’s a frustration there underneath his words, “Perhaps I’ll gut the rest of them and fuck you on their corpses.”

“Nine, please stop this.” I plead as much as one can reason and plead with a crazy person.

He groans, making my eyes dip to his dick tented in his black cargo pants. “I love the way that sounds.” Chains and pockets line the sides as they hang low, showing off the v line to his cock. My nails dig into my own flesh as I struggle to pull my eyes away from it. When they do, it’s not a quick process, no my eyes linger. Trailing up the sculpted planes of his stomach, every defined muscle slowly, grateful for the moment his shirt only hides his chest and one arm. Leaving so much flesh exposed. His corded veins flex underneath his skin as he turns grabbing the cleaver from the floor. His white hair is unrecognizable, plastered to his scalp with blood. I rub my legs together, trying to release some of the tension so my mind can be my own again.

He turns, giving me his back, “I meant what I said, Reverie, you’re mine until I figure out a way to end you. That meansonlymine. I won’t share my things.”

With that, he resumes the carnage. For what? I’m not sure until his breathless voice breaks into the place I’d faded to in my head. A place free from the violence and gore. I’m watching him, but my eyes have blurred it, gone unfocused.

“This… this is what happens when you piss me off, sweetling.”

My lips part as his bloody form kneels in front of me, forces me back into the present. He tilts my chin up to check on the wound there. His finger brushing it gently, concern filtering over his features. “You’re mine until the bitter end, and I’ll be yours. Don’t make me doubt that again.”

You left me!

I want to shout it, to scream it at him, but his mouth captures mine and I know it’s over. He said not to kiss him again, but he’s content to break his own rules. I’m content to let him. His hands tugging and pulling on every scrap of fabric between us as a sob breaks through our shared breaths. I don’t let it…herdistract me. The blonde. Our eyes meet as she cries, gasping for breath, settled in a pool of blood and bits of who knows what. That needle of insecurity prods my skin despite my attempt to shove it away, my hands leaving the sides of his face to cover myself before he captures them, wrenching them to my sides. When his tongue… his lips hit the raised flesh of my scar, I gasp. Nine licks the seam bottom to top, peppering kisses that seem too soft to come from him as he goes, “You’re fucking perfect.”

But I’m not.

I’m wrong.

My mind, my eyes, my heart…

The chain gives me more length as he releases my arms, his lips seeking out my taut nipples as he jerks me onto his lap. Rubbing and grinding my bare throbbing core against his cock, coating it in my arousal. I whimper his name as he sucks and nips at my nipples, making them grow harder as the tension in my sex threatens to undo me completely. His eyes are shining again, recording me and I try not to shrink under the perusal. Soon the edge… the pleasure he offers washes it away, leaving me rotting… burning in unending need and release. Give and take. Because that’s what I want, to be taken by him.

Destroyed by him.

“Mine.” He growls against my skin, and a thrill runs down my spine. Promise isn’t a strong enough word for what left his lips. It’s a vow and a warning, one I fully intend to heed despite him being one of the worst human beings I’ve ever come across. Despite everything in him infuriating me just as much as he annoys and excites. Whimpers turn to moans as he ravages my chest, licking, sucking, kneading and biting every inch until my body goes limp against him. Surrendering. When he peels me from his lap it’s only to turn me, shoving me forward onto my knees. This time I don’t feel the bite of concrete, every part of me brimming… consumed by want. My hips grind against his hardened length as he positions it between my legs. My core already clenching desperately around nothing.

“Nine…” I moan, as his cockhead teases my clit. My forehead pressed to the slick floor as I grind, fighting him for friction. Crying out for him when he pulls away the second I get it.

“Are your little holes that desperate to be filled?” He muses before his hand comes down hard on my ass, making me jerk against the chained collar around my neck. “This cunt belongs to me, doesn’t it sweetling?”

“Yes.” I gasp, arching into him again as he rubs and kneads the stinging flesh.

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