Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 26 - Back Stabbed

Harry

After Marley had gone to the washroom I slid on a pair of briefs and immediately ended up closing my eyes, feeling completely exhausted. I was tired but I still felt this wave of euphoria coursing through my body and it felt really good. Her body is a stress reliever. Her touch alone keeps me calm.

She was in there for quite a while. I was starting to get worried thinking maybe I broke her legs and she had fallen down on the bathroom floor. Wouldn't put it passed her.

Fuck, I really didn't think she was into all of that choking and spitting. I wouldn't necessarily say that Marley was shy, she used to be, but I discovered that when she starts to get comfortable around someone she's really talkative, blunt and honestly she can be funny... at times not all the time. I wasn't expecting any of that from her tonight she was like a completely different person and I loved it.

She fucking smiled at me when I spat in her mouth and it threw me over the edge I immediately came right after that. I wonder if she'd let me try other things or if I asked her to slap me while she is choking me out. Or if she'd let me slap her with consent of course. She's probably wanted to slap me forever I'm sure she'd love that.

I wonder if she would like knife play. Her butterfly knife would be perfect for that. I can just imagine fucking into her hard with a blade pressed against her throat, or maybe I can tease her by running it up and down her body until she's begging me to fuck her.

Would she be up for a threesome? She seems like someone who has been with a girl before or we can just have one with another guy, I've been with guys before.

Fuck I need to control myself Jesus Christ.

As soon as I heard the washroom door click opened, I opened one eye to see her wincing every step she took towards my suitcase, pursing her lips as she crouched down to retrieve one of my T shirts.

"That's my suitcase you know." I raised an eyebrow at her as she proceeded to pull the shirt over her head, the fabric swallowing up her small frame and stopping right above her mid thigh.

"No shit Sherlock." She rolled her eyes as she groaned, walking up towards the bed and flopping herself down face first on her stomach.

"Come over here." I patted onto my lap signalling for her to come straddle me and she whined when she crawled over towards me, placing both knees on either side of my hips.

I brought my hands out and started to massage her inner thighs knowing that she was so fucking sore from the positions I had her in. She shut her eyes and moaned out in approval.

"Don't make those sounds around me because I am not scared to go for round two, and I know you can't handle that." I continued to rub her inner thighs and she simply squinted her eyes at me in annoyance.

She looked really fucking pretty right now. I mean she always does but right now she had this glow on her face and I liked seeing her in my shirt.

Marley Delware, you're a fucking dream.

My eyes fell onto the front of her neck to see my finger marks along with small cuts from my rings and I smiled to myself, bringing my right hand up to trace my thumb around the bruising. Just the sight alone was turning on all over again.

"Maybe next time I should choke you harder so we can be matching, just like how we already are." She smirked as she tapped her fingers against the scar where she had stabbed me, which honestly feels like ages ago.

I bit my bottom lip as a breathy chuckle came out of me and my hands went around to grab her ass hard. She teasingly rolled her eye before she surprised me and actually leaned forward,resting the front of her body against mine. The side of her face pressing against my chest as she inhaled a deep breath.