I have to hurt, is the same thing that allows me to now envision Emma taking my cock up her ass so clearly that it’s as if it’s in surround sound and on a 4K screen.
Right this moment, I see my length sliding in and out of her ass, see every fading bruise that discolors her cheeks from my belt. I can feel her silky hair in my fist as I yank her head up, feel the fragility of the bones in her wrists as I grip them tight at the small of her back. Every clench of her muscles around my raging cock jolts my body, setting my nerves on fire.
“Good girl. You like being fucked in your ass, don’t you, Little Thief?”
She makes a desperate noise, both angry and filled with need that drives me wild. The helplessness in that sound, muffled by the cloth in her mouth, threatens to undo me.
Her thighs shake. Her legs kick and thrash. She’s bucking wildly, and I spread her legs wider with my own. I slide out of her, thrusting back in, impaling her on my cock, letting her know who is in control. She tries to spit the gag out, and I cover her mouth, holding it in. I swat her ass hard and she howls.
“Little fucking Wildcat,” I grunt aloud. I stroke my cock faster, panting into the darkened room.
Her pain is beautiful; it’s perfect, feeding the beast inside me. Her having gotten under my skin and inside my heart violates the rules I must live by in order to be what my club needs. Her living inside my soul goes against the promise I made to myself for the sake of the MC, that I will remain alone, an animal that lives in darkness. Her fear, her suffering is my salvation. What I do to her now sets things right, absolves me of the weakness that is my addiction to her.
“Keep your legs open,” I hear myself say to her. “Hands at your sides.” I growl and pump into her faster, unable to hold back. Emma’s legs go slack, and her arms drop to her sides. “That’s it. Relax your muscles. Take what I give you.”
I speed up my pace. As if it’s too much for her, she tries to tear her face away. I’m having none of it. I grip her jaw, leaving her no choice but to remain gagged, and hammer fuck her ass like a savage. I own her, her body is mine to take, and I let every stroke remind her of this. She screams and I bury myself deeper.
Her body goes slack as if she realizes there’s no getting out of this.
My control snaps hard. I growl and imagine taking her ass viciously while pumping my cock with an almost frantic pace. My hips thrust up off the fucking bed, and when I picture that it’s her sweet little body I’m thrusting into, they pound faster.
“Oh, fuck, Jesus Christ.”
Warm come streams over my stomach, thick white jets of it.
Breathing hard into the semi-darkness, I wipe off with a tissue from the nightstand and curse Emma’s name.
The woman has turned me into an animal, a beast, and not the kind I need to be on a kill. She’s turned me into an animal that wants only to bury himself inside her and devour her screams.
I still want her, but at least now that desire is controlled. I no longer feel as if there’s a beast inside me about to claw its way out at any second. Tomorrow, I will be the monster again, a being without needs beyond the kill, without emotion.
“You’re going to pay for this, Wildcat,” I croak.
Then the image of her in that hospital room with her head bleeding and that look of agony in her eyes rises up, unforgiving. My fists clench hard enough to snap my fingers.
The next time I see my little thief, I will be without mercy, the man I have to be. With her, I will be heartless. But when I find Gary, I will be death.
19
Listening to Sin
Three days pass following my Star Wars marathon with Monica, and still, there’s no sign of Spider.
It should be a good thing that he’s gone. If he isn’t around, I don’t have to deal with his constant need to humiliate and control me at every turn. He can’t hurt me if he isn’t there, and yet, every time I think about him, my body is painfully aware of