Page 59 of Dangerous Deviance
“I won’t let you lay a hand on Ellie,” I said slowly. “If anyone kills her, it will be me.” I lifted my chin. “Ellie is mine.”
Derek put a hand on Axe’s shoulder. Derek didn’t care who killed Ellie, as long as she was taken care of when the time was right. “No one will touch Ellie,” he said. “Right, Axe?”
Axe nodded. “If she needs to die, that’s on your hands.”
“As it should be,” I said. But for now, we had to give her—and the other woman—time to come around, and to be useful to us. “No one dies yet.”
“Not yet,” Derek said, nodding his head.
“Not yet,” Axe said.
I excused myself, heading back to the penthouse. I hadn’t been back and forth between the two places this much since I had first moved out years ago, but it was necessary. I wanted to see the woman’s face when I said our surname, to see that change within her with my own eyes.
By the time I returned, Ellie’s wrists were bright red, as if she had been yanking on the metal cuffs. Her ankles were swollen. Damp light brown hair hung in front of her face, covering her eyes. As my shoes tapped the floors, she snapped up, baring her teeth at me, as if she planned to bite me in half.
I stepped forward. I touched her cheek, and she leaned into my touch, her defenses melting away at the simple gesture.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered. “I can’t fight it.”
“You can, and you have,” I said. I leaned my forehead against hers.
“I’m ruined,” she cried. “I can only think straight when you’re here. Right here with me.”
Testing it, I stepped back, letting her go, leaving her there alone. The monster returned, taking hold of her limbs, lighting her with fire. She sneered at me, spit flying from her teeth. I reached to put a hand on her throat, but she bit my finger.
“Fuck!” I yelled. I looked at my hand, expecting to see bone, but it was only red with teeth marks. She cackled like a maniac. This wasn’t her. I tried again, but this time, I didn’t hold back. I squeezed her neck tightly. The rage faded from her face but she was still wild, still twisting in her restraints. I gently released her, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Yes,” she growled, snarling at me. “Fuck me,” she squirmed. “Fuck me like a rag doll. Show me how much you want to dominate me. Punish me.”
It came to me then: even when I took her agency away, sex was the only time that Ellie had control, the only time she was truly free. I squeezed her neck, watching her face turn red from the lack of oxygen, the red then shifting to a light purple, my dick twitching. She was brutal, and maybe even crazy. A dangerous soldier packed into a dynamite body, and yet, I still wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. To conquer her. To destroy her. To free her from the agony that burned her each day and night, until she had her own mind. To ruin her again, and again, until she was truly mine.
I let go, and she coughed, choking on the air. I pulled out my cock, stroking as I watched her compose herself. The anger started then, coming up from her toes, seizing her core. Her lips open, ready to scream, and I shoved my cock into her, thrusting so hard inside of her slit that we both grunted.
“Yes,” she cried. “Do it. Give it to me.”
“Give it to you when you tried to kill me?” I whispered into her ear. I rammed my hips into her again, her whole body crashing into the wall. “Damn it, Ellie.” What the hell was she doing to me?
No matter how hard I thrust, Ellie begged me for more.
“Fuck me harder,” she screamed. I fucked her so hard that I thought I might knock the wind out of her. So hard I could have killed her. But still, she wanted more. The scars on her pussy lips were hard, rubbing against my shaft, and I reached a hand down, rubbing her rosebud, the scars there too. I knew so little about Ellie. There were things I could read on her skin, those scars, her back, her pussy lips, her ass, but I didn’t know how she was broken on the inside. I needed that brokenness. Needed to set it free. Needed to find her, the real her, and cage her all over again, so that I could protect her, make sure nothing ever hurt her again. Fucking her was a release for both of us, but then tension inside of her was what needed to escape. Her body clenched around me, taking me in as if my cock were a dagger that could fuck until she died.
“Fuck me harder, Wil! Please!”
My fingers skimmed over her back, then I found her hips and dug my fingernails into her skin until she beaded red. I fucked her harder than I ever had until her whole body twisted in need. This was something we both needed. To feel each other. To remember that we were more than our base urges, more than her desire to kill, more than my lost desire to control her fate. Together, we could be lost in our minds and forget everything else in the world. And I came, I came so hard that I let out a howl, my come shooting inside of her, and Ellie twitched around my cock, coming too. And even still, she pressed her body against me, as if she was afraid to stop.
As soon as we calmed down, I couldn’t look her in the eye. Night had descended, reminding us that our monsters lurked, even when we wished them away, when we banished them through our bodies. I might not have killed her sister, but the people I had killed? They had brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers. Why couldn’t Ellie be one of the people left behind?
I shook the thoughts away. This was different. I couldn’t change who I was. I was born an Adler. I would die an Adler.
But I could change her fate. Make sure that she lived. That no one hurt her ever again.
Being a god had its purpose, and I could use it to help her. But it wasn’t about using her anymore.
A tear ran down her cheek. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered. “I don’t know how to fix it.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I said, cupping her cheek. My words wavered, because I wasn’t sure how we could change anything. “We’ll figure it out,” I repeated. Because I wanted to believe it too.
CHAPTER 15
