Page 28 of A Harmony of Procellarum

This time I took the fucking chair, unable to sleep beside her, knowing I almost did the unthinkable in that shower. She was just with Squall and if I hadn’t found my bearings in time, she’d have been with me too.Whore.

I didn’t want to feel her warmth or smell her scent in such close quarters on the bed. I won’t admit to myself just how far I almost took it, or still want to take it, and having her body near mine would wipe the last of my restraint. I don’t want her. I only miss Squall and smelling him on her sent me over the edge.

Yes, that’s it.

My neck cracks as I sit up on the chair as my gaze falls to the woman wrapped in a blanket, the one who cried herself to sleep last night. I won’t be her step-in for the man she really wants. If it came down to it, she would always pick him and I don’t really care either way. I care about him, not her. He’s the only one I would choose if I was forced to do so. I would die for Squall, but not before making sure he understood what I was doing.

I know I’m selfish and I have long stopped trying to change that about myself. I grew up in shit conditions. I was violently abused, and I think while I’m an adult, I deserve to be selfish.

There’s a knock at the door and I turn to glare at it, the noise having interrupted my thoughts of vindication. I stand just as it’s unlocked and a guard steps into the doorway.

“You’ve been summoned,” he says before stepping back out and locking the door.

“Summoned for what?” Her voice is husky with sleep and the sound does nothing to deflate my morning wood. If anything, it makes me want to crawl into that bed and force her legs apart. I’d fuck her roughly while slowly suffocating her, chasing my pleasure as she succumbs to death. My cock jerks at the thought and I run a hand over my face before disappearing into the bathroom without answering her.

I just finish my piss and shake myself off when the door flies open and bangs off the washroom wall. I look at the mirror on my right and see her standing in the doorway, her breasts heaving with each breath, the nipples hardening under the thin material of her shirt. Her cheeks are red with fury as those hazel eyes spear me with rage.

“If you thought that would startle me into telling you what you want to know, then you’ve never been raped by a priest or whipped by a nun and it shows.” I move to the sink, standing directly in front of the mirror, and continue to watch her.

She stomps her foot in frustration, making her full breasts bounce with the motion, and making me hard as fuck. “Torrent!” she screams. “Is it about Squall?”

“How the fuck would I know?” I lower my eyes to the sink, willing my cock to deflate. “I’ve just been summoned.”

“Fuck you!” she suddenly bellows and I look up in time to see her flying across the small space, her fists in the air and her face a mask of vexation. “I hate you so much!”

I turn just as her small fist collides with my jaw. I know instantly it hurt her more than me, but my anger has always burned just under the surface and takes very little coaxing to come out to play. My hand ends up wrapped around her jaw, my fingers digging painfully into the skin as she pummels my chest. Tears run down her face in drops of despair, the salty fluid begging me to make this worse for her.

I grab one of her wrists with my other hand and flip us around, forcing her back to connect with the edge of the sink. Her wince of pain has my cock throbbing, begging for release, and it’s then I realize, whatever resistance I had last night has long flown out the small, barred window. She’s about to understand what pain entails and I’m going to take my time teaching her.

Tiny’s breath gets lodged in her throat when I press my hard cock into her lower stomach, and soon all her fighting ceases. “Let me go, Torrent.”

“Tell me this isn’t what you want. That this isn’t what your pussy is weeping for.” I bury my face into the crook of her neck and lick her skin, drawing her taste into my mouth. Just when she relaxes against me, I decide her first lesson in trust is needed. My teeth nip at the sensitive skin, making her moan until I clench harder, not stopping until she’s screaming under me and her blood floods my mouth.

“Are you fucking crazy?” she yells as she tries to push me off. I release her wrist, my other hand still firm around her jaw, letting her continue to try to push me away as I lick up her blood. She tastes like wanton desperation.

My fingers grip the thin material of her panties and I rip them off, throwing them to the floor. She bucks against me, but all that’s doing is showing me just how well those hips will take my cock. Tiny sucks in air, readying to scream, when my fingers find her pussy. She’s slick with arousal, just like I knew she would be. Tiny is a whore and with a cock in close proximity, I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist.

I find her clit hard and pulsing as I force her head to face me, squeezing my fingers tighter into her cheeks. “How wet am I going to find this pussy hole, Tiny?” I taunt as I slip past her clit and toward her core. “Are you fucking dripping for my fat cock?”

She whimpers and shakes her head, but I can feel her legs trembling with the task to keep her standing. I slam two fingers deep inside her, finding her fucking saturated. Her pussy clenches around the invasion, but she keeps her eyes on me as they fill up with tears. This time it’s shame I see glittering back at me, because Tiny here wants me and my cock. I can fucking smell the yearning coming off her in thick waves.

I fuck her roughly with my fingers, forcing her to take them and she does, widening her legs for me as more tears slip down over her cheeks.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Tiny? I could stretch this pussy with my cock and watch you cry through the pain. I want nothing more than to watch you bleed all over me.” Her pussy tightens with my words and she’s right there near the finish. Just a few more thrusts and I’ll have her milking my fingers.

The outer room’s door opens just as she flies over that edge, her eyes like frozen orbs, staring at me in shock while she says my name hoarsely. Her pussy clenches around me as she comes, and I hear a throat clear in the other room. I release her face and step back, slowly dragging my fingers from her dripping pussy. I hold them up between us before dragging my hand down her cheek, then back up to the other, wiping the evidence off me.

“Always proving me right, Tiny,” I sneer and head out of the room.

Her gloved hands drum along the arm of her throne-like chair as I stand in front of her, letting her scrutiny wash over me with nothing more than slight irritation. Maybe Tiny can be useful if she continues to drain my anger.

“You’re fucking your boyfriend’s girlfriend,” Luciphia snickers. “How delightful.”

“Not technically,” I retort. “Or maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, having only Haynes to compare to.”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” she grits out as she leans forward.

“If you thought for one minute, I would be both fearfulandobedient to you. You were fucking wrong.” I give her my best smile, showcasing all of my teeth and dimples.

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