Mr. Wick ( John Wick x Female Character)

Chapter 26: Reunite

'John!'

Stacey struggled against the restraints, he had tied her wrist together with the belt.
Her face had grown hot when she noticed how he just stood at the edge of the bed, in between her legs. His face was still hard to read, but this time she wasn't so afraid, but curious.

'John, I-'.

'Shut it'.

She closed her mouth when she heard the sting in his voice, oh boy he's mad, but she wasn't so sure if she should be scared or turned on.
He then began to shrug off his jacket and unbutton his black dress shirt and then unclipped the button on his pants, but he didn't unzip himself.
Stacey stayed quiet and watched him throw his shirt and jacket off before slowly climbing onto the bed and on top of her.
She tried to look away from him, but he grabbed her chin and pulled it back so that she was staring into her eyes. This time, she could see that he was hurt, he was hurt by her, by what she had done.

'John I-'.

'I know why but...'.

He began to speak, but she could tell that he was struggling, 'I know-', his voice trailed off, and Stacey finally closed her eyes, you royally fucked that up sweetie, look at him! He's hurt, you've hurt him!

'John I'm so-'.

He glared down at her, 'are you? Are you really sorry?'
The question made her stomach twist and she became nervous, 'I am John', she said and nothing else, what else was there to say?

He glared down at her, and she sure as hell wasn't going to get angry at him, she deserved whatever was coming her way.

'Please-'.

She wasn't ready for his lips to latch onto hers. She didn't kiss back straight away. Her mind was trying to make sense of all of this, at what was happening to her, and she couldn't tear her lips away from his, her wrists were still tied together, making it hard to move.
She jerked when he bit down harshly on her lip, he was doing it on purpose, and spoke whilst kissing her.

'Kiss. Me. Back'.

His deep voice set a fire down below her and she did as she was told, it's not like she didn't want to kiss him, she was shocked, that was all.
She kissed back as rough as she could, opening her mouth to let him in which John didn't hesitate, almost making her gag.
He rolls his hips against hers, a clear indication that he wants her and she's quick to respond, rocking into him.
He pulled away suddenly, 'fuck this', he unties her wrists begins to attack her clothes.

Stacey doesn't hesitate to help, not careing that he's completly ripped her apart and pushed her hands away from her pants, 'you're taking too damn long', he sneers and she yelps in pain as he shoves her pants down and off of her, he takes her underwear off as well, leaving her bare.
Straight away, she tries to close her legs, too embarrassed, but John stops her and roughly shoved them open making her wince.

'Don't'.

His voice firm and demanding, and she's turned on immedietly as he grips her hips and indicates that he wants her to go further up.
Before Stacey could speak, he's going for her core, his mouth is hot and wet. She arches her back violently and screams out, 'fuck John, that's too much!' She tries to pull away but John suddenly hauls her legs over his hot shoulders and locks his arms around her thighs, preventing her from moving.
He humms harshly against her and she jerks, the mattress shakes.

'John please!'

She wants him to stop, but she also wants him to keep going.
John's not gentle, he's far from it, it hurts so much now and Stacey's hand shoots down to pull harshly at his hair.
He's quick to pull away, yank her hand off of him and pin it to the bed.

Stacey hears the sound of a zipper and feels him shove her legs even wider.
And before giving her any warning, he shoves himself into her and bites down hard into her neck. She screams out in pain this time, her hands coming up in an attempt to push him off of her.
John sets a brutal pace, the bed creaks violently from the sudden movements.

'John plea- John stop, you're hurting me!'

She yells out and instead of her legs coming around his hips, she tried to kick him.
There's no pleasure in this at all, none, and Stacey wanted him to stop.
He's going to god knows how long and Stacey's throat was now raw. He stops and shoves himself deep inside her, and she's hurting badly.
He's hiding his face in her neck as she stares up at the ceiling, though her vision begins to distort from the tears that began to form.

She lets out a sob.

And that's when John stops.