"So who'd you fuck?" Her brown eyes met his green ones and she held back a sadistic smirk. What a sick gratification to feel but nothing made her feel more untouchable than seeing a man damn near on his knees. A man that had reached into her soul and snatched it, chewing it up and spitting it out.
Relaxing a little on her bed she looked down at her anklet, sitting with her legs crisscrossed she pursed her lips. "I don't think that matters." But it did. She had fell in love on her mission for revenge. Her reckless actions deepened her desire to look elsewhere, because elsewhere had felt so much better than home. Images of sweat dripping made her shudder. On the surface, it didn't matter. Because aside from just existing as a stunning specimen of a man he was the absolute devil, come to relieve her of spirit and soul.
Placing his drink aside he shrugged off his trench coat and placed it over the chair on her desk. "Tell me." His curls sprung from under his hat as he tossed it beside his coat. The weather outside was unforgiving, as was he.
Her posture straightened, she could smell the change in his emotions. Her goal was to hurt him but in that moment she realized they were far from the same. He could take and take and she would still get down on her knees and pray for him. Now her on the other hand, she was used to him now. So there was nothing left for him to do but use what was left.
He grabbed the nape of her neck looking into her eyes. "Oh I don't think we should." She was melting, he couldn't help but smile down at her. A woman so in love she was instantly clouded, malleable. Her defenses evaporating like nothing. She sipped her hot tea and offered him some, carefully grabbing the cup from her he places it on the nightstand.
"But you want to?" His hands were warm as they pushed her shawl from her shoulders. He could feel a soft orchestra building under her skin as goosebumps rose. She simply couldn't deny him. Years of constant conflict, cheating, and rage; erased. "You want too." He hummed into her ear, kissing it.
She was guilty. Weeks of pathetic crying and a fucked up appetite just gone. He was handsome, tall, fucking sexy. Big hand and a deep voice. Mentally she was patting herself on the back, all the while trying to deny herself of sin. All those Instagram posts doing mission work did not cancel out her actions, as much as she'd like to believe.
"Tell me." He instructed, tracing his fingers across her chest. He had rendered her speechless and he knew it. He knew whoever she had slept with won the lottery because she was as submissive as they come. Blinking away thoughts of her escapades while they weren't together was a hard task, he couldn't blink away his anger. "Tell me." He was an impatient man, intolerant of any foul doing not done by his hands.
"I-" He knew she couldn't muster the words, her brown cheeks rosy. How could someone so used still be as shy as her? He wondered. He had witnessed her handcuffed with her face in his bed. Her knees red because of the time spent on them. She was no Angel, but her love was innocent, unconditional. Unfortunately, his came with conditions.
Passion.
She moaned as they kissed, the raising of her body temperature almost hot enough to admit steam. He pulled pack sticking his fingers on to the back of her tongue, making her moan. He mimicked her moan gripping the back of her neck harshly. "You don't get to moan." He whispered unclamping her bra, palming her breast. She was liquid in his hands. "You don't get to enjoy this." Unzipping his pants he brought her to her knees by the back of her neck. He couldn't help but be disgusted with her, no longer being the only person who has touched her. He wondered what else she had done. Sometimes he seen her in passing, scantily clad, clearly uncomfortable but trying to fit in. She was disappointing, he could almost scold her but for right now this was enough for him.
Roughly gagging her he stroked back and forth, wiping her tears and shushing her moans. "Shut the fuck up." Her moans turned into soft whimpers as he continued, not even bothering to make eye contact with her. Sweat dripped down his temple as he strained, pushing himself further and further he stilled. Despite her head pulling back he held her there, looking down and daring her to move before he was finished.
He calmly exhaled, backing away and tapping her chin. "You're a slut." He smacked his teeth, running his hands through her braids. "You don't even want to get off your knees." He shook his head, pulling his t-shirt off. Pointing at her as if to tell her to stay. He glanced at the light switch and decided he'd keep the lights on, because she hated fucking with the lights on.
Whether the words were true or she simply didn't care to defend herself, she stayed quiet and still. Watching him put on chapstick and take off his rings. He was otherworldly to her. Tall, with an important presence.
Grabbing her arm, he walked her to the bed and she couldn't help but think how he was just coming to grab his things. A small smile graced her face but disappeared as he pushed her onto the bed. Flipping her over he pulled her pants down and propped her butt into the air. No underwear. Slut, he shook his head. He was no idiot, he knew what an honor it was to be in this position. She didn't though. She didn't know he was nothing short of undeserving.
He ran his hand down her back, kissing her spine. She shivered, having been in this exact position with him countless times before there was something about the way he made her feel so big and so small at the same time. "You want me?" The question was more for him than her, his ego had been bent out of shape and he'd never trust her again.
"Always." And that was enough for him. But before he could even start, she pushed him onto his back. Getting on top, something she had previously stated her disdain for.
"This isn't for you." He reiterated, grabbing her throat. And at that they locked eyes, she held in her moans moving as a slow rhythm. A small moan escaped her lips earning a light slap. "This isn't for you." He moaned, sucking in and digging his hands into her hips.
She lowered herself, licking his neck and flicking her waist up and down. "This is for you." She had learned new tricks, new things. She was taunting him, kissing him. Showing him passion. "All of this is for you." She reached backwards, picking up her pace and grabbing his balls. There was something about seeing a man weak. Weak with pleasure, weak with pain, it didn't matter to her it was ethereal.
She could feel him pulsing inside of her as she bucked her hips downward and even when it stopped she continued to grind down. Stupidly, she wished she could have his baby. The birth control in her arm knocked her back into reality and she laid beside him on the bed. Immediate regret filling her body but it didn't matter, she'd do it again and again. Shaking off the insane feeling she didn't dare look back at him as she pulled her robe on. She grabbed the wegmans bag filled with his things and placed it by his coat.
"There's your stuff when you're ready to go." She could feel the hickeys forming on her neck and chest.
He grabbed his phone, lounging on the bed in all his glory before placing it back on the nightstand. "You want me to go? Or do you want me to fuck you again?" He questioned knowing the vulgar words bothered her and she wouldn't be able to maintain eye contact.
She turned her head, fixing her hair in the mirror. "I don't know how to answer that." She chuckled awkwardly, fidgeting. Nothing was wrong with her hair. He stood up, naturally towering over her from the other side of the room and even more so as he got closer.
"I feel like you're taunting me." He finally said as he got closer. Her brows furrowed as they had just had sex minutes ago. She stepped backwards as he snatched open her robe, backing her into the wall. "Do you want me to go? Or do you want to get fucked?" He repeated himself sternly. She felt used up, aching. The misery of it all had her sweating, eyes low. She could smell the liquor on his breath and entertained taking a shot.
Reaching past her head he chuckled at her frazzled state, turning off the lights.
