King of Havoc - Dark Romance

Chapter 34 - Jess

    He's right behind me.

    Chasing me with thudding footsteps. The sound echoes the pounding of my heart, thump, thump. The rush of energy taking over my body is sending me into a frenzy, making my head feel dizzy.

    I don't look back; I don't dare.

    I don't know if it's the thrill or the fear that makes me delirious.

    Maybe a mixture of both.

    Definitely both.

    I take two steps at a time, making my way up the huge staircase. I shriek as I feel his hand brush against my arm. My legs protest, and I trip and fall, landing with a loud thud. Pain radiates through my knees but I don't get a chance to stand back up. 

    He's on me.

    Dominating me.

    Owning me.

    All I can focus on is his large body covering me from behind. I'm pressed flat to the stairs with no way to move. He's trapped me completely; I'm at his mercy.

    "Did you think you could outrun me, Princess?"

    My breathing hitches as he grinds his erect cock against me. This is crazy.

    It has always been crazy.

    We're crazy.

    "I'm going to ram my cock into that tight cunt of yours and fill you so deeply with my cum," he murmured, "You'll enjoy every second, won't you? You're soaking wet for me, aren't you? Such a dirty slut."

    I squirm in place as the promise in his words sink down to my core, making my arousal soak through my panties. His words turn me into a hot mess. I don't know if it's the name-calling or the depth in his voice.

    My instincts roar to life like they always do. I manage to twist around, scratching and clawing anywhere I can reach. His beast might come out, but so does my fight.

    We're reduced to basic animal instincts in moments like this.

    It's freeing in a way you couldn't understand unless you have let go in the same way.

    The darkness inside me craves this. Needs this.

    He grabs both my wrists and slams them above my head on the stairs as his body covers my vision. He's intimidating like this, deranged.

    The sight of him steals my breath. It controls it.

    My chest rises and falls in an unsteady rhythm as he stares down at me with a gaze that can only be described as demonic.

    He lets go of my wrists with one hand and all but rips off my panties and throws them away. 

    I agree to this every time. I might just be as insane as Damon. If not worse—I enjoy this too much.

    "Wait," I say breathlessly. "Take your clothes off; I want to feel you, too."

    His eyes darken, and I expect him to refuse, but he doesn't. He lets go of my wrist and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off and discarding it somewhere on the stairs. His ripped abdomen flexes as he leans over me.

    Something shines in his hard gaze, something close to insecurity. He's trusting me with this side of him.

    He looks as beautiful as I imagine the devil looked as he approached Eve and tricked her into damnation. 

    All tall, broad, and sexy.

    Hypnotizing.

    "Take your uniform off, Princess," he orders in a tone that causes tingles to spread across my skin.

    The sound of his zipper rings through the air as he keeps his gaze on me. I take my shirt and bra off first before I shimmy out of my skirt. We are both completely naked now. I can't help but moan as his big hands stroke his hard cock.

    "Open your legs for me and keep them like that."

    I obey like the greedy girl I am. His body falls over me as he lines up his cock with my soaking entrance. He thrusts into me in one go, pulling back out almost all the way, and then he slams it back in.

    I know something right now.

    Damon will never stop taking complete control of me.

    This version of him is for me and only for me.

    "You're so fucking tight, so fucking mine. Say it." His voice is deeper, darker, and laced with so much lust it's throwing me into a pit of flames.

    "I'm yours," I moan as he moves in and out of me brutally.

    My hands reach to his back to pull him forward, and my breathing stops. A familiar feeling reaches my fingertips. It's scars, I realize.

    He stiffens in my hold as I run my hands up and down his back. I can feel the lashes of uneven skin beneath my touch. Someone did this to him. Someone hurt him.

    "Don't stop," I whisper.

    I pull him closer and raise my hips to meet his, encouraging him to keep going. His mouth crashes to mine, and I part my lips, letting his tongue tangle with mine.

    It feels so raw now, as if his walls are finally crumbling and letting me in.

    I need to know what happened to him, but I also need to feel a deeper connection with him. He's finally letting me find his center, and I don't want to ruin this moment.

    I want him to trust me enough to tell me without me asking him. I don't want him to push me away.

    He rolls his hips, hitting me in a spot that makes me see stars. The stairs dig into my back as his pace picks up again.

    He's pounding into me over and over again until I think I might die from the pleasure.

    I decide on something crazy; I let my fingernails rake along his back, leaving my own marks. Marking him in a way that says he's mine. Marking him in a way that covers something bad with something good.

    He groans in a way that has my toes curling. He wants me to mark him. He wants me to leave a trail of destruction across something that he can't stand. Across the pain that he once endured.

    The orgasm is different from anything I've experienced with him before. It's so deeply mixed with connection and emotions that I can't help the deep moan that escapes me.

    My pussy's nerves tingle as I feel him stiffen and spill into me. He rests his forehead on mine, with his harsh breathing mixing with mine.

    "Thank you," he whispers low.

    "For what?"

    "Seeing me. All of me."