Page 43 of Pain and Possession

He carved his name... into my skin.

I look back up at him, unable to find words to express how not okay that is or how turned on I am by it. The look on his face stops me. He jerks his black button down off ripping it down the middle easily as buttons fly in all directions. Clattering to the tile floor barely audible above the music.

How did nobody hear the shots? Why is nobody coming?

He raises the knife pressing it to his chest as he drags it quickly downwards, opening his flesh in front of me.Panic floors my chest as I cry out, "Noè stop!" My knees wobble beneath me as I force myself to a stand.

"Apologize." He demands.

"Fuck, I'm sorry okay." I cry out, tears falling over my flushed cheeks.

He scoffs as he raises the blade again.

"No! I'm sorry I am. Really." I whisper. Shocked at the truth behind the words. My hands shake hovering between us, wanting to touch him.

I am sorry.

He pauses, his eyes filling with hurt as he looks me over, "If you do that again Olive, I will grant that death wish of yours."

I nod as I walk to him my legs moving without my permission, removing the knife from his hands. He stares at me as I quietly assess the long slash he made across his toned chest, my breath coming in heavy and uneven.

"I love you, Olive Hayes." He whispers, "I'm in love with you."

I open my mouth unsure how to respond, afraid he'll freak out again but before I have a chance, he slams his lips into mine. His kiss is feverish and panicked as he pulls me into his bloody chest, "Mine."

He whips me around shoving me forward. I catch myself on the couch, my eyes once again going to the corpse in the room.He notches himself in my throbbing sex before slamming inside me, "Fuck, I love you." I grunt as he thrusts into me. I feel myself stretch around him,my body reacting to the touch I've wanted since the last second I had it.

"Noè." I moan. Arching my ass into him as he lays flat against me, the wetness from his blood coating my back. He wraps his hand around my throat before he jerks me up until my back his flush to his chest, forcing me to stare at us in the mirror as he fucks my soaked sex.Lifting my still heeled foot onto the blood-soaked black leather seat his cock plummets into me.

My eyes meet his as his grip tightenson my throat. Another moan leaves my lips as my gaze dips lower watching his cock dip in and out of me roughly, beads of own arousal gushing around him as the line between my sex and my gut pull taunt. My blood smeared breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.He leans in kissing and sucking at my neck before he brings his lips to my ear, "Who do you belong to?"

I groan biting down on my bottom lip, drowning in the sensation of being filled by him.

"Who does this cunt belong to Olive?" He demands reaching forward with his other hand and drawing circles around my clit.

I cry out, as I tighten around him my orgasm ripping through me. A warm tingle flooding my body as it slips out. The word that seals my fate, the inevitable end of my resolve, "You."

"Yes, you're mine. Only mine." He moans as he finds his release, his cock jerking deep inside me as I tremble in his arms. A moment passes when our eyes meet in the spattered mirror, our bodies wrapped around one another and neither of us breathe.

Everything has changed.

Noè looks away, bending to collect my clothes. He makes quick work redressing me, draping his ruined black shirt over my shoulders. Still not speaking, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Making my throat constrict uncomfortably.

"What… what are you going to do with him?" I ask hesitantly as he reaches for the door handle, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Do you really want to know?" He asks as he opens the door, his hand on my lower back as he guides me from the room. I'm almost shocked as we step into the now empty club.

"Yes…"

While I wasn't exactly an accomplice at first what we did after certainly makes me complicit. If I'm going to prison, I want to be informed. One thing I learned after my former years as a street rat, if you can't avoid trouble... knowledge is power.Kurt steps up to Noè nodding to us slightly, his eyes not lingering on me for too long although I see the concern there. A moment passes before he speaks, "Should I call a fixer sir?"

Noè just nods guiding me past him towards the ladies' bathroom, "The first step is breaking it down into smaller-"

"Never mind."

The restroom is in disarray, it's normally pretty clean. A sign they booted people out quickly.

"You cleared the entire club…" I ask, my voice a whisper as he grabs a handful of paper towels wiping down the countertop. Once he's satisfied with its cleanliness, he lifts me up sitting me on top. He lingers there for a while, staring at me for so long I shift uncomfortably. Nothing is said, barely a breath taken between us when he leans in kissing the tip of my upturned nose before he starts to wet a bundle of paper towels. Slowly cleaning the blood from my visible skin. I sway lightly as I sit, I know I should fight him. Scream, yell, call for help something but I don't. I just sit there letting him care for me in a way that makes my heart ache as the alcohol and adrenaline courses through my veins.

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