Page 61 of Panic-Button
At some point, the two needs combined. The burning in my lungs became euphoric while desperate need clamped my walls down around his length. But it was the look on Preston’s face that put the final nail in my coffin.
When he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, desire, unlike any I’d seen before, sparkled in his eyes. It was as if he stole the very air around us. Passion, need, and desperation had mingled into a supercharged electric pulse. And when that pulse shot into me, it tore my atoms apart. I came so hard that I wouldn’t have been able to scream if I could. I heard it. Every syllable of my pleasure rang through my ears like a siren.
The last thing I heard before oblivion finally took me was a masculine grunt followed by, “Never forget who your real god is.”
When I was a kid, people said one of two things about me. ‘There’s something wrong with him,’ and ‘He shouldn’t be around other kids.’ Playdates weren’t a thing because other parents feared me. Everyone was afraid of me. My own mother thought I should be locked up.
The only person I had in my corner was my father. Whenever someone suggested I take an extended vacation in a padded cell, he’d respond, ‘Every kid has their issues.’ If I were honest, then I’d have to agree with everyone else. I was out of control.
If I wasn’t hurting someone, then I was dreaming about it. The only time I felt anything was when someone else was screaming. Perhaps that was why Logan and I got along. We both had the same beast. His was created by a sick fuck for a father, whereas mine was always there. I didn’t have darkness tainting my actions. I was the darkness.
Death was in my soul from the moment I was born. My mother almost died. It took three doctors and hours of surgery to save her. Ava came nice and quick, but I tore her apart. Blood and misery were what I was born into, and there was no doubt in my mind that was how I’d go out.
I was the child every parent prayed they wouldn’t get. There wasn’t a single time I could think of where I smiled because something wasnice.
Yet here I was, running my fingers through my sleeping Bird’s hair, with a smile on my lips. I couldn’t stop watching her chest rise and fall.
She looked so peaceful, with her eyes fluttering under closed lids. I could hear every breath that slipped past her parted pink lips. They wisped through the air like delicate, soft feathers that had my cock hardening. But it was the purple bruises on her neck that drove my hand to start stroking my length.
Marnie Dupire was not what I expected.
A couple of hours ago, I was ready to kill her. I’d already snapped her neck in my mind. And what did she do when I reached out? Marnie rolled those big aqua eyes up and said, ‘You said you’d teach me.’
“Fuck.” I grunted and twisted my wrist, smearing precum over my tip.
The hot wetness wasn’t near as enticing as the sweet nectar between her legs. Just the thought of that flavor was enough to make my mouth water.
My eyes locked on her perfect pink lips.
Why should I be the only one who gets to have a taste?
Seeing my come glistening on her mouth made me damn near bust a nut. Then she grumbled and licked her lips. My hand was between her legs before the next breath could leave her body.
She was already slick and ready for me.
“You might not like me, Little Bird.” I dipped my finger in her entrance and licked a path up the side of her neck. “But your pussy fucking loves me.”
And it loved the rough treatment I gave her. The harder I finger-fucked her, the wetter she got. She needed to be dominated and used hard. Her body was practically begging for it. Proof of this came when a whispered moan left her unconscious form.
“That’s it Little Bird.” I shuffled in and pressed my dick against her ass. I wanted to feel the little movements her hips were making.
Right now, her body was in control. Marnie was a perfectly docile toy. I could do whatever I wanted, and she’d love every second of it. It was her mind that got in the way. Morals were a son of a bitch, but eventually, I’d knock those down too. I’d teach her to embrace who she really was.
‘You said you’d teach me.’
I knew those words didn’t mean anything. Marnie didn’t want me to teach her shit—her arrogance wouldn’t allow that—but she still said it. And that was the part I couldn’t get out of my head. Everyone else would’ve written me off and accepted their fate. I was the monster who brought the end. But not her.
My Little Bird used her intelligence and cunning to do what no one else could. She pushed past the beast and reached the man.
Marnie Dupire, with her sweet voice and big eyes, pulled me back from the edge of darkness. She was my anchor, which was essential for someone like me to have. It was easy to get lost in blood lust.
Or her sweet little cunt.
Her entire body shuddered when I hooked my fingers to stroke her g-spot. She was so fucking responsive. I loved it.
“I’m going to fucking eat you up.”
That was how I’d keep myself grounded.
