On His Terms

○×31: tainted lust and cruel groans○×

<It's okay to be angry. It's never okay to be cruel>

TRIGGERING, GRAPHIC CONTENT (NON-CONSENT)

|Kian|

RAP. RAP.

Fuck! Her sweet juices lingering on the tip of my tongue, I paused. So did Jadesola's struggling form.

Another knock rapped on the door. "Is there anyone inside? It's the cleaner here to vacuum."

Jade cried, twisting her body, "Yes! Please help me. He's about–"

"Shut it!" I growled, drowning her cries with my palms. Her lower body, thrashing and seeking to escape my hold, rubbed so delicious against me, the frisson charging tingles down my spine.

"Sorry," said the masculine voice. "I can't hear you. What did you say?"

"Nothing relevant," grinding out between a clenched jaw, I held Jadesola down. Her sharp teeth sank into my flesh but I clamped harder, ignoring the stinging pain. "Just attending to my drunk girlfriend here. Give us thirty minutes."

"Alright. I will be back in thirty minutes, sir." The cleaner left.

"You thought you were going to be saved, huh?" I turned to Jade and lifted my hands off her mouth. Red hot anger simmered in my veins, the proof of my desire poking her wet entrance.

"Yes!" Feral hatred danced in her amber eyes. Inflamed. "I should have known better than to believe you when you promised to stop touching me."

"I lied, honey. Didn't your mother ever warn you against trusting men and their sweet lies? Hmm? Besides, your weeping cunt is willing." Teasing her clit with a finger to support my statement, I rubbed my cock's head between her folds, her juices and my pre-cum mixing together.

Jade groaned, a loud helpless moan as she tried to close her legs. "No! You bastard!"

Yes! You bitch!

Drunk as fuck, I had lost it. The potency of the wine, coupled with all her recent misgivings had released the evil that resided in me. The savage that came to play when I'd bullied Jamila during my highschool days. That brutal entity pushed me to punish her, to teach her a fucking lesson. And I would. I would tease her till she cried, pleading.

For until tears streamed down her snotty face, until she was on her fucking knees, begging for my mercy then the damned bitch was going to get it. Hard.

I know, I know. I'm a sadist.

Smirking at her body's undeniable response, I pried those gorgeous thighs apart and inched close, eager to ram into her. "You'll enjoy it. This is what partners do. Please themselves."

"That was a sham! I'm not your fucking partner," she spat, chest heaving. Her tits jiggled free, the temptation to suckle on them, great.

I gave in. Leaning, so my sweltering torso enveloped hers, I let my teeth graze her nipples, the metal piercings slightly bumping against my teeth. Her entire body surged upwards as I sucked and nipped, harsh and unrelenting.

"Stop this!" she screeched, enraged but my tongue latched onto her breast, still fondling those luscious brown crests. "I'm not your girlfriend nor your partner! I'm not your anything!"

I gifted her nipples one last pinch. Before I leaned away, I murmured, lust tinged in my hoarse tone, "The world thinks so now. To them, you are mine, like it or not."

My nails stabbed her hips as I pushed into her slowly, her tight walls already drawing me in like a vice, snug and warm. Fuck! Any minute now, I would thrust home.