Page 26 of Pain and Possession

He's not wrong, the idea of death... excites me. It always has. The idea of a horrific man like Noè Arcuri wanting me, needing me this badly excites me far more than death ever has.

"Oh no, you aren't going fucking anywhere! Look! Look at how fucked my head is because of you Olive, you're all I think about. All I feel, no amount of pain can wipe you from my skin." He grips my face hard in his hands before he shoves me onto the floor. Pain sears into my palms as they scrape against the concrete, "You make me fucking weak with need Olive. If I'm weak, then so the fuck are you."

"No, I hate everything about you! Everything you are… iswrong, you took everything from me." I sob, scrambling away from Trent's stiff wet corpse. I know he didn't have my parents killed; I don't know why I said that.Noè grabs my ankles pulling me back where he wants me, the dress slipping up over my ass exposing the skimpy underwear he bought me. Everything I'm wearing, he owns.

"I took nothing from you Olive. I don't want to take anything butyou. You want the man that killed them to pay for what he did? All you need do is say the words doll, I'll make him suffer in ways hell would envy." I wipe at my eyes frantically, arousal pooling between my legs.

What's fucking wrong with me?

"I want nothing from you. Nothing!" I lie, the way I've done my entire life. All of it fucking lies. I get off on the chaos, the destruction. Drawn to the pain and darkness like a fucking leach, my parents' deaths gave me nothing more than a hole in my heart and a dangerous fascination with things that could kill me. What fucking child wishes for death on their birthday?

"No doll, I think you're just as fucked up as I am. That's why you're mine." He slams me back crawling on top of me as he jerks off my underwear.

He sees right through me, through the lies and the act of normalcy.He makes me burn for him, uncheckedlike a live wire.

A whimper leaves my throat as he runs two fingers down my soaked slit, dipping them inside once they're fully coated. My resolve is torn apart at the seams, all the sexual frustration from earlier slams into my core. He pumps his fingers in and out, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine. Removing something from his pocket before yanking his cock free.

"You're so fucking beautiful, my perfect little doll. Mine Olive, all mine." He murmurs, pressing his lips onto my exposed stomach. He gently kisses and sucks at the skin, adorning it with more marks. More evidence of his disastrous claim on me.

I tilt my head backwards getting lost in the pleasure, lost in Noè. I feel myself begin to tighten as he withdraws his fingers. His cockhead resting on my core, it pulses against him.Just like the rest of me, pulsing, tense, needy. He runs it up and down my slit sending more torturous pleasure through me.

"Please Noè, please just fuck me." I moan, his eyes widen before they darken again, a promise lying deep within them, "Anything for you Olive, anything."

He grips my hips lifting them slightly as he slowly guides himself into me. Sliding deeper and deeper, sending me higher and further from any rational thought. Pain mixes with pleasure as I stretch and adjust to him. The bite of cool metal is pressed into my palm forcing me to open the eyes I didn't realize I closed.

I grasp the large silver handle in my palm, looking back up at Noè. "I can take it." He groans, rocking his hips into me. I can't tell if I'm more shocked by his request or by the fact that I want to comply. Heat fills my gut at the prospect of sliding the long sharp blade across his tanned skin. Watching him give himself over to the demons inside him.

Hurting him.

I lean up, him meeting me halfway as our lips melt into a frenzied kiss. His tongue and teeth torturing my bottom lip as he plunges his cock in and out of me, "Such a tight little cunt baby."

I moan, wrapping my hands around his broad shoulders as I lightly press the blade into his back. He moans as his he picks up speed his thrusts becoming rough, unhinged, the sensation is overwhelming and he's steadily beckoning me to the edge.

"Harder."

He wraps my braid around his hand, jerking my head back so that my eyes meet his. My core clenches around his hardened length as I bring the blade around to his chest, digging it in deeper than before. I watch as blood pools from the wound dripping onto my chest.

"Fuck baby." He groans, throwing his head back before running his hand through the drops, painting my chest and the nipples he's teasing as he goes.

He leans back, gathering more blood as he finds my clit, my hips buck while he rubs the throbbing nub, his blood mixing with my arousal.

"You're going to look at me when you come Olive." He demands, one arm locked around the back of my head and the other teasing my clit as he thrusts into me. I feel myself tighten, tension building in my core.

"Wait for me baby."

I moan, hitching my leg on his hips forcing my clit to rub into him harder, chasing my orgasm. His eyes find mine as his thrusts become wild and punishing. He’s no longer making me wait for him, no he’s chasing me. The concrete biting into my back as he fucks me the thrill of it sinks into my bones.I clamp down on my bottom lip, digging the blade in harder to his toned chest, scoring the tattoo underneath it.

He groans, his cock erupting deep inside me as my sex clamps down on him. My orgasm ripping through me, forcing a scream from my lungs. His hips jerk as I drop the knife beside us, trying to catch my breath as it clatters against the concrete floor.

He keeps himself buried inside me as he tilts my hips up, hovering over me. "You're perfect for me Olive Hayes."

I glance to my side, unnerved by his constant intensity. When my eyes fall on the body of the man I was making out with less than ten hours ago guilt and shame wash away any post sex bliss,

"And you're awful for me Noè Arcuri."

Noè

Her words bite into me sharper than any blade. She's so unwilling to see herself for what she is, so diluted by her own sense of morality. I run my hand down her smooth skin, over the smear of my blood. The way her pretty little cunt clenched around my cock as I bleed onto her brings an ill-timed smirk to my face. I look up from her chest, expecting anger or maybe a slap to the face but it doesn't come. She stares at the angry bloodied slices on my chest, her eyes miles away. I take full advantage knowing she might not be so keen to let me touch her later. I'd have to say fucking next to a corpse is new, even for me. I'd like to think a part of him is still in there, watching me take her on the floor in the exact spot he'd been beat half to death in. She tenses as I run my hand over her stomach, her cheeks flushing a deep rose pink as she tries to shove me away.

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