Page 70 of Collateral Damage

“Please-Hays…I want all of you.” It's all I've ever wanted. Since my arrival I've dug deep to find out everything she has to offer me, searching for the human inside of her and everything I've learnt.It's still not enough. I need this. I needmore.

“Breathe with me.” Her forehead rests against mine and her eyes are closed. Like she's ready to let me in. Feeling her wet herself against my arousal, heightening my breaths as she tries to guide my pace, calming me as a solid, smooth curve, dips against my hole, stretching it further than her fingers and my mouth gapes as she catches my gasp with a kiss, easing her way in slowly.

It's not real. But whatever it is. It's penetrating my dignity and I whistle through my teeth, trying to wield the pain, almost drawing blood from her bottom lip as I bite down, crying into her mouth.

“That's it.” She slides in further, stretching me out to fit her even though it hurts but we hurt. Everything about us hurts. Whatever this is, it’s built off pain and I’m finally learning to embrace its sting.“Such agood girl. You're doing so fucking good for mebaby.”

She's breathless against me, like she can feel everything I'm feeling and it's encouraging me to let her in easier, yelping against her tongue as we chase a kiss.

“I know. I know it hurts, I’m sorry…shhhhh,baby girl… Relax.” She holds me, cradling my discomfort as she cups the back of my neck like I’m breaking, pulling me into her collarbone as I breathe through the sting and I don't know how far in she is, but it's tearing me apart.

“Play with yourself…” Her instructions cut through me like blades.I don't even know how? But I do as she says, feeling for my throbbing clit, finding myself dripping with need and I run circles around my sensitive bud, already feeling a thousandtimes comfier. With each gentle thrust she sinks further, filling me to accommodate her inside my walls, breaching that point of no return.Her weeping angel.

“That's it. Feel me. Let me worship you.Let me in.” Breathless growls vibrate from her throat as she thrusts firmer, stuffing my tight hole with her sins and my teeth tear at the flesh in her neck, biting down harder the deeper she penetrates me as she endures my pain, letting me harm her with my mouth.

“O-h my-” The sting remains but my pussy finally gives in, relaxing around her length as I coat it in my surrender. Sacrificing my body as a gift forFreedom. This ability to let go of control when she holds me.It’s compelling.

It’s no longer uncomfortable. Pleasure overriding the pain as I pulse against her, rubbing my clit at a faster pace to keep up with her. She’s being gentle for now. But I know she will show me no mercy once she’s stretched me out to mould around her and I twitch at the vulgar thoughts. The thought of her inflicting pain on my vulnerable body. Pain I cannot control, only overcome. It tips me over the edge and that pressure builds once more, chasing that relief like a starved animal.

“Yes…Yes. Yes-. Fucking hell-” my words leak out like word vomit, moaning in motion to her rocking me and she grins through a kiss against my bruise lips.

“Yes, you arebaby.” The way she saysbabyhas me losing it. There is something comforting aboutbeingHer Baby.Feeling so safe in her arms.“Let go for me. I’m right here.”She is.And selfishly, I never want to be away from her again. Maybe this is the hormones talking. But I now couldn’t picture a life without her which is ridiculous. This will never be normal. She’s a convicted criminal and I am her hostage, but I'm holding the key and I still don’t want to run anymore.

“Mine.” Her tone is coarse and rough down my neck, pushing me to let go and this orgasm is far more intense than my first,crippling every muscle in my body. My mouth gapes as a sob shrieks into the void, my walls tensing around her cock so tightly it paralyses me as I claw my nails into her skin to create my mark as she makes hers, deep inside me. Slowing down her dominating thrusts as she imprints herself against my walls. A mark I will never be able to cleanse myself of.I’m finally impure. The feeling is serene as she carefully pulls out as not to hurt me, still hissing at the pressure and the dull sting that will most likely be there for a little while.

She gentle pulls at my wrist until my hands hovering in front of her mouth, kissing each knuckle with a touch so gentle I tremble as she glares right through me, cleaning up my mess with her mouth as she takes my fingers against her soft tongue, wallowing in comforting silence and the sounds of depleting pants, as I struggle to catch my breath.

“How do you feel?...” There are no words to describe how I feel. But I know that the feelings I felt have not run away with my orgasm. And she still looks disgustingly dangerous as she looms over my limp body, laying here completely lifeless trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

“Dirtied.” I've always been under the impression that sex is something only sluts and jockeys did behind shower blocks in college. But that wasn’t dirty. It was raw,passionate.She didn’t fuck me. She made love to me, in the most disgustingly beautiful way possible and I'm still coming down, finding it hard to focus on her as my eyes adjust to the room.

“You better get used to that. Next time I won't be so merciful with your body.” I know she won’t. But part of me secretly loves it and I don't know why. I want to experiment with this newfound feeling. And it’s not like we don’t have all the time in the world. But maybe just wait a little first. “You took me so well…” I’m trying to calm down but her words are keeping my heart racing. This praise I’m sick for.

It’s going to ruin me.

C H A P T E R 42

THE TASTE OF SIN

Puppeteer

My sight is aimed for the glass bottle sat on the top of the car bonnet, squinting as I hold my breath before taking my shot, shattering it to pieces. I’m trying to distract myself from the time we spent together last night. I could have stayed in bed with her. I could have woken her up with breakfast and kisses,but that isn’t me.None of this is me. Instead, I am out here feeling sorry for myself, trying to tell myself I did the right thing. But I shouldn’t have done it.What was I thinking?I let my own selfish desires get in the way of my actions and now she’s lost her virginity to amonster.

She should have lost her virginity to a silly little writing nerd with glasses, straight A’s and a degree inhow to be a good boyfriend. But I know that’s unrealistic. And how can I count on the fact she would have found the right person. I’m not the right person. But at least this way no one can break her heart.I will break her heart,and I've already done that so it won’t be difficult for her to get over it. She should hate me anyway so it will only solidify what she should be feeling towards me all along.

I’m fucking selfish. And now I don't think I will ever be able to let her walk away. I’m a fucking idiot. But it felt so right. She felt like home on my fucking tongue. She belongs here.With me.

I let my inner frustration out on the bottles lining the bonnet that I should probably clean up later but it’s a graveyard of unfulfilled rage that I like to keep. My mag runs out and I go to change it when her sweet little voice calls for me from the front door.

“Damn. Was it really that bad?” She bellows over the ricochet at the end of my gun. I turn to look at her, standing in my doorway with my black tee on and I am assuming nothing else underneath which makes the back of my mouth salivate at the thought. She should know better than to dangle herself in front of me like that.

“Very funny.” She's glowing. And I didn't even know it was possible for someone like her to glow more than she already does. She stalks towards me playfully with her hands held behind her back. Her hair is subtle with grease from last night's antics, knotted into a loose bun and her candy apple cheeks are hard to miss. She doesn’t seem annoyed that she didn’t wake up with me. But honestly, I wasn’t sure if she would want to. I don’t think either of us expected yesterday to end up how it did.

“Can I have a go?” She rubs up to me like a cat, gazing up at me with her newfound pretty siren eyes as she clings onto my bicep.

“Do you even know how to fire this thing?” I peer down at her, taking my aim off the bottle.

“Ouch!...I will have you know. I have expertise in the matter.” I highly doubt that. Don't tell me.Daddy gave her lessons on how to protect herself. Look how that's going mate.

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