to tell me that you’re going to fuck me like the dirty slut that I am? Oh wait. You already did.” I pointed at him.
“You’re not a slut,” he mumbled.
“Maybe not but you sure as hell made me feel like one.”
“How the fuck did I do that?”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Matteo. You’re not stupid.”
“Watch it, little girl.”
“Oh, Matteo. Please threaten me with your words.” I glared. “It makes me so hot.”
A growl left his lips and the next thing I knew, he had me up against the wall. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” he demanded, raising his voice. His hand pushed the side of my face against the wall. He leaned in, his hot breath searing my skin.
“Make me,” I challenged, my body shaking.
“Fuck, Marketa,” he snarled, but he still didn’t do anything.
“Make me,” I yelled. “Make me shut up. Make me do what you need me to do. Make. Me!”
“You have no idea what kind of game you are playing right now.”
(Matteo)
My voice was eerily calm and it made even me nervous.
Mae was trembling although her words were strong. She had barged into my apartment, demanding answers and as much as I wanted to tell her everything, I couldn’t. I needed to feel her warmth one last time before I saw the look of hatred in her eyes.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I was a monster. The things I had done to get some sort of satisfaction should make me feel guilty but I needed a soul for that.
Her demanding for me to make her shut up sent a jolt of electricity straight to the head of my dick. I would own her. In ways her nightmares were made of.
My arm pushed against the back of her neck, igniting a small whimper to leave her mouth. It was music to my ears. The soft sounds were enough to make me come in my pants. So submissive. So fucking beautiful. So perfect.
Pulling a switchblade out of my back pocket, I flicked my wrist, the sharp metal shining in the dim lighting of the hallway.
Her eyes watched the movement, a notable shiver traveling through her body.
Sticking the tip of the knife against my finger, I spun it until a slight sting burned. A drop of blood oozed out of the small cut.
Mae’s breath caught.
A slow grin spread on my face and I stuck my finger in my mouth, sucking the metallic liquid onto my tongue.
Sliding the knife beneath her t-shirt, I pushed it up to her chest and tugged. The fabric split in half, falling to the floor in pieces.
Her full breasts rose and fell, her perfect tits covered by a red lace bra.
I grazed the blade up her torso, slicing the bra with a snap.
Her eyes glazed over, her mouth parting with ragged breath. Her sweet perky nipples, firm and hard, made my mouth water.
“You done trying to challenge me?” I asked, licking along her jaw line. “You done trying to make me feel sorry for you?” She wasn’t stupid. She knew it angered me what had been done to her. But we had bigger problems to talk about before we delved into our shitty histories.
“You like it when I challenge you,” she said, her voice small. No longer was she the woman standing before me, demanding answers. Now she was the submissive, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Waiting for me to have my way.
She was right though. “Oh I don’t like it. I crave it,” I purred and latched onto a nipple. Biting it between my teeth, I rolled it around in my mouth until she was writhing against me. “Fuck. Your tits are pure perfection,” I rasped, biting into the other one.
Mae cried out, digging her fingers into my hair.
Releasing her with a pop, I brushed the sharp tip of the blade over the erect nub and over the pale flesh until it reached her collarbone.
Her eyes followed the movement, her breath bursting in and out of her.
“Feel the sting, beautiful girl.” I ran the blade back down the flesh of her breast, taunting her, making her think I wouldn’t hurt her. Too much.
Pushing the tip into the pale skin, I sucked her nipple into my mouth at the same time.
She gasped, her back pushing off the wall. A drop of blood trailed down the peak of her erect nipple.
Licking up the red line, my tongue savored the metallic taste. “Fucking sweet.” The blade of my knife brushed down