A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

The Sound Of Silence

Beth and Mac went home in silence. Neither of them spoke about what happened at the meth lab or afterwards. Beth kept rolling the possible idea that she liked him over in her head, trying to understand where these feelings were coming from. She shouldn't have been feeling anything towards the man except hatred. The same man who had forcefully taken her virginity, hurt her in so many ways, and humiliated her. She should've hope that he'd rot in hell, but she didn't. She felt addicted to him, like he was a drug that she needed. She wanted him. Needed him. Sure she enjoyed the sex they had, but was she feeling something more? Did she like him? She didn't want to like this monster, but she couldn't control how she felt. Like her body's want, it was something out of her power to control.

Mac was silent too. Not only did he have a raging boner in his boxers, but he kept thinking about Beth. She was so unique and different from the other girls around the small town. She was sweet, innocent, and pure. Well, until he met her. Then he ruined her. Not just physically, but mentally too. Now she wanted him. Surely it was the lust and hormones, right? She couldn't actually like him. There was nothing for her to like. Except maybe his dick. But even that had inflicted a lot of her pain and suffering. He wasn't charming, wasn't nice, didn't care, wasn't musical. He just wasn't a good guy. Maybe he looked hot in her opinion, but still. Looks could be deceiving. He was a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

He glanced over at her from the corner of his eye, and saw that she was staring out the window. She was sitting in an old, beat up chair. He was sitting on the couch, watching some sports game. Or rather it was playing in the background while he thought. Beth let out a sigh, shifting a little. She looked so fragile in the baggy clothes. So broken. He broke her. Multiple times.

Mac stood up, shutting the TV off and heading into the kitchen. Beth watched him go, before turning her attention back out the window. She saw two hawks soaring in the sky once again, but she didn't feel as envious as before. Yes it'd be cool to fly, but she wouldn't want to break free of this place anymore. She didn't mind it much. Mac was better than he was back then, even if he hadn't changed much. She sighed again, watching the hawks fly away.

Suddenly a hand tapped here shoulder, making her jump a little. Mac was holding a sandwich and chips on a plate. "Here." He mumbled.

Beth took the plate hesitantly. "Thank you." She said, taking a bite of the ham and cheese sandwich.

Mac grunted and sat down on the couch, biting his sandwich. After a few bites, he looked at her. "What happens now?" He asked. She clearly wasn't his hostage anymore, or was she? Was this all an act so that she could gain his trust and escape? He didn't want to get played like that.

Beth shrugged. She didn't hate it here, per say. But it wasn't home. Sure she was due to leave her home eventually, but she hadn't been sure of where she was going to go after that. Maybe a small apartment in town? She'd still be close to her family, so she could be there for picnics, Christmas, thanksgiving, and every other family holiday. She wouldn't get that here. Not unless she started her own family...with Mac. She couldn't see him being father material, he was more of a fuck buddy. A sexy, hot, rough fuck buddy. She also couldn't go back home, though. Mac probably wouldn't let her leave. Going outside and going to town were two different things. He sure as hell wouldn't let her leave the state.

Beth shrugged simply. "I dunno. What does happen next?" She asked, setting the sandwich down and eating a chip.

Mac shrugged too. "Wanna fuck?"

Beth's core heated up at the idea, but she shook her head. She'd had enough sex today. Plus she was tired. "I'm tired. Let's just go to bed." She said, finishing off the sandwich and getting up.

Mac groaned. "Babe I'm hard." He said, adjusting in his seat. He was still hard from their little roadside stop.

Beth froze. But it wasn't what he said that made her freeze. It was what he called her. Babe. Was she really his babe? Was she his girlfriend now? They hadn't even kissed yet! Well, the ones Mac forced on her early on didn't count. She swallowed hard and threw away the plate, then she headed straight for the bedroom.

Mac watched her leave, chewing the inside of his cheek. What the hell happened? Earlier she would've been excited to fuck, but she just left. It wasn't even that late. Only 8 at night. He sighed and got up, heading into the bedroom too. Beth was laying on her side underneath the covers, focusing her eyes on the wall. He made his way over to the other side of the bed, removing his jumpsuit and wife beater before crawling into the bed, keeping his back to her.

Two hours went by with neither of them saying a word. They were both still awake, yet didn't know the other was. Mac had been thinking a lot about the past twenty four hours. He was corrupting her, that was for sure. She'd been his hostage for nearly two weeks, and he'd successfully turned her into a sex addict like him. He had to admit that it was hot when she bled, or begged him to bite her. He wanted to make her bleed, to watch her crimson blood roll down her breasts.

He rolled over so that he faced her. What he thought was her sleeping form was still, her shoulders lifting with each calm breath. Mac took his index finger and traced it up her arm, towards her shoulder. He liked to feel him. She was so warm and soft and smooth. She reminded him of freshly fallen snow. He loved freshly fallen snow, just because he could be the first one to ruin it. He wanted to make his mark on her, to claim her as his. He moved some of her hair to the side, and then leaned down and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He nibbled, sucked, and lapped at the soft skin, where her bite mark was. Beth remained silent as he did that, letting him tenderize her skin. She bit her lip, loving the feeling of his teeth grazing her flesh.

Finally Mac's teeth sank themselves into her neck, making her gasp and fidget. The pain was so deliciously good and painful it was almost unbearable. She felt her blood rolling down her throat and the back of her neck. Mac pulled away. "Sit up." He ordered. She sat up without hesitation, the bite mark burning. Now the blood trailed down her chest, over one of her breasts and puckered nipples. He watched the blood run, watched the woman sitting there, her eyes closed and breathing heavy from the excitement. Mac groaned and leaned forward, running his tongue over the blood on her stomach, slowly trailing up. Beth let out a moan when he got to her breasts, and he paused at her nipple, sucking and lapping it a little extra longer before nipping it and continuing upwards. The closer he got to the bite, the more he pushed her into the bed. When he got to the bite, he lapped at it a couple times before pulling away.

"Beth," he murmured. He had her trapped between him and the mattress, pinning her down with his arms at her sides. She didn't look uncomfortable, hell she liked being trapped by him. She was severely turned on by it, she even opened up her legs a bit for him to set his hips against her. Now she wanted him to fuck her.

"Yes?" She panted.

"You're mine."