The Twisted Links

Chapter 59 (Mature Content)

CHAPTER 59 (MATURE CONTENT)

Warning: Toxic relationship and abuse. I don't condone this behavior but it's a part of who these characters are.

Rage is defined as "violent uncontrollable anger."

A very apt definition to the brutal force that Josh inflicted upon Lady Orla as punishment. Never in her life had she ever been subjugated to such treatment and her senses were reeling. A dark side of herself loved what he was doing to her.

"Fuck!" he hissed as he slammed his cock into her from behind holding her pale hips in a bruising grip. Flipping her over Josh drove into her slick channel making her moan and pant. Grabbing her neck he choked her, "You fucking bitch! I fucking hate you!"

Orla screamed as he picked her body up and rammed his thick length into her core over and over. He slapped her ass hard and she clenched around him. She felt so good and he hated it. Letting go of her throat, he yanked her hair, and brought her lips to his. He devoured her, taking everything he could. All these years of frustration, hate, and resentment he took out on her body.

She had denied him his sister, his life, and his choice. He was determined to make her pay. Standing he yanked her off the bed by her arm and threw her on the floor. "Suck me you slut!" he growled.

Orla crawled forward and placed her hands on his thighs. The small sparks reminding her that he was her Beloved. She would do anything for him.

"Don't fucking touch me, whore!"

He grabbed her hair and shoved only a third of his cock in before she began to choke. He pressed forward not caring about her discomfort or muffled pleas to pull back. "Fuck you! You wanted me and now you're going to take me all the way and in every hole." He growled.

Tears flowed from her eyes as he used her mouth.

She hated the degradation though part of her knew she deserved it. She was sore despite her rapid healing. She wanted this to stop but felt as if there was no other choice. She would rather have him hate fuck her rather than be indifferent or go back to ignoring her. This is what she wanted yet it was all wrong.

Josh picked her up by her throat dragged her to the small table in front of the floor to ceiling window that led to an open balcony. She was embarrassed when she realized that they were facing the front of the house and the main road. Anyone driving by or walking along would be able to see her if they were to looked up.

"Please no!" she begged.

"What's the matter slut? You've put me on display for the last 5 years. Now spread fucking legs and let anyone who cares to see your filthy cunt." He said kicking her feet apart.

Fully exposed her humiliation reach its zenith when she realized that she was leaking arousal. Josh thrust two fingers into her pussy and mocked her, "You love being exposed for anyone to see, don't you my little dirty slut?"

Her eyes rolled to the back as he thrust his fingers into her repeatedly.

"Answer me!"

"I do!" she whimpered as she moved her hips trying to push more of his into her for stimulation. He pulled his fingers out making her whine in complaint. He shoved her shoulders down so that her bare breast were squished against the hard cold table. He slow pushed his finger into her ass. Orla whimpered, tensing immediately.

"Relax."

"Please don't. I've never done this before." She pleaded.

"I love the idea of fucking women in the ass. I love it even better that I'll be the first and only one to ruin this tiny little virgin rose."

Crying, she begged him not to but he ignored her, working his finger in and out. Slowly he added a second. It was so snug he could barely move them. Satisfied, he lined himself up and steadily pushed forward half laying on her. The head entered with a pop and Orla struggle to get away while begging him take it out. Holding her down, Josh pressed on and after several long minutes finally got his whole length in. Defeated, Orla lay against the table as Josh stood up behind her. Gripping her hips, he slowly fucked her savoring the tightness but pouring his hate into every thrust.

Orla lay quietly simply waiting for him to finish so she could go wash herself and process her scrambled emotions. Josh kept a steady pace until his movements became choppy as he approached his climax. He came hard with a loud grunt, spilling stream after stream of his seed into her bowls. Pulling out with another pop, he left her there, and went into the bathroom to shower.

Orla lay there for a moment trying to gather her emotions and the shattered pieces of her heart. Sinking to the floor because her legs wouldn't hold her, she pulled a throw blanket off the nearby chair and wrapped it around her. She rested her forehead against her knees and shoulders slumped in defeat. Her whole body shook and her mind spaced out. His cum began to drip from her abused hole as the shower turned off.

Josh reentered the room completely nude not giving a shit. Walking over to the dresser he yanked open the drawer and pull on a pair of sweats. Ready to do battle he turned to face the bed expecting Orla to be waiting there. Looking around it seemed like the room was empty.

He smiled to himself feeling satisfied. He had finally succeeded in getting rid of the vampire who had stolen his life from him. His victory was short lived as he walked around the bed and froze seeing the proud confident women looking so defeated. He warred with himself for a moment taking time to reflect on his actions. He felt ashamed. He wasn't raised like that. No woman deserved to be treated the way he had. Sighing he walked over and picked her up in his arms.

Carrying her to the shower he kicked off his sweatpants and stepped under the warm stream. Setting her on her feet he noticed her wince in pain. Taking the washcloth and pouring on some bodywash, he gently scrubbed her delicate skin. Guilt magnifying a hundredfold when he saw the bruises that were slowly healing.

Orla was silent. Not really aware of what was happening. She barely felt the tingles of her Beloved's gentle touch. It was over. She needed to let him go. He just found his sister and would want to stay with her. She knew that she was wrong. She loved him and hoped that he would learn to love her but all she felt was his disgust and hatred. As soon as the ball was over, she would return to her castle... alone.

Josh didn't comment even when she flinched as he cleaned her lower half. Patting her dry and wrapping towels around them, he carried her to the bed. He laid some night clothes on the bed and she began to dress herself. Pulling his sweats back on, he crawled under the covers and pulled her to him. Stroking the soft silky skin along her arm, he held her as her silent tears soaked his chest.

He felt disgusted with himself. She always tried to make him understand. Tried to show him her love. Tried to find ways to make him happy. He never tried to understand. He gave her his hate and only made her miserable. Thinking of his sister, he found out that she was tied to another vampire. Well two vampires. She was older than she was when he last saw her,

If he had stayed with her and she was still human without a vampire Eternal One then she would have gotten older and would have died. Orla was trying to protect him from later heartbreak. But still he never asked to become a vampire in the first place. He thought back to when he first saw Lady Orla Boru. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was in a relationship with his then girlfriend but part of him knew that he would have eventually gravitated to Orla.

He sighed heavily realizing that she had fallen asleep. He was a vampire now. There was no way to change that fact. He was done trying to deny the need to be with Orla. Never had he felt so complete and at peace. It was time to put the past in the past and start living for the future... together.

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Well, it looks like they're still going to be working things out for a while. 

It was date night when I wrote this so I didn't write this chapter completely sober... it really doesn't help that I'm trying to edit on a coffee high soooo apologies for the mistakes.

I am curious to know what you all think of Lady Orla and Josh.

I guess they're the classic example of the old adage: "Two wrongs don't make a right."