My Sweetness

Bad Boy

Since it is Easter for me I figured I would publish this next part extra early! I hope you enjoy! ; )

Trigger Warning

Remington stood over me with a wicked grin. Sweat glistened down his body in the afternoon sun. The droplets of sweat fell from every corner of Remington down onto me.

His grin sickened my entire body. It was crooked, pearly white and engaging. If it was a smile I saw two days ago I would have been on my knees in a matter of seconds. However, this was far from lustful. That smile was dangerous; it was a trap like his body.

Cold hands ran down my body and felt around every nook there was. It started with my hips and ended with my ass. He trailed his soft finger tips up to my nipples, around to my sides, back down to my hips, over my genitals and down to my asshole.

Certain touches made me quiver and caused my eyes to float closed. I never meant to allow myself to do that. I will never give into his games! This man is destructive!

This demented piece of shit now knew my body better than I did. Whenever he didn't like a response I gave him his hand would slid right to that perfect spot between my thighs. Immedietly my body would comply to him and he would continue elsewhere with his hands for a while.

He was a work of art. With the way the light reflected off of the sweat trails he looked like a god. His hair was a perfect mess, half up, half down. The tattoos on his amazingly toned body gave me something to lose myself in. Whenever I dared look down I was met with something I never thought I would describe as attractive, his fully erect penis.

My eyes lingered too long on it because before I knew it he wasn't towering over me anymore. Remington laid gently on his back and pulled me up on top of him.

There must have been a change in my eyes because Remington's wicked grin faultered. For a split second it looked more like a sad smile of worry. Just then his hands rubbed circles into my thighs and his eyes urged me to get on him.

I refused. I wanted to scream at him and call the police, but all my body could do under his touch was freeze. My eyes locked on his and my hands slammed onto his chest as I felt him enter me.

I wanted to scream at him for doing that until I realized I was sliding down, he wasn't pushing up. He made me do this. I hate him.

Remington bit his lip as my hands trailed down to his hips without my telling them to do so. I wasn't in control of my body as is, but when I saw his teeth clamp down ever so slightly on his lip I lost it all, even my thoughts.

By now I was a bouncing, moaning mess. How? What magic did he have over me? What kind of power? God, I hate him.

As soon as I thought that my body shook violently. I crawled off of him and panted into the sheets.

Those cold hands massaged my ass and up my back. Magic. I was under his touch and I hated it all. Even without my consent, he still got me to initiate all the sex.

"Monster," was my first word in five hours. That's right, five hours. And it was when he crawled in top of me that I said it.

The smirk on his face only grew. His lips tocuhed my skin and his teeth found their way around my skin as well. Manipulate me. Use me. Break me. I was his now and there is nothing I can do about it.

"I hate you," I whispered.

These words only caused the bites on my jawline to get harder. Maybe I'll keep telling him off.

"Rapist," I muttered, staring into his eyes hopefully.

My hands gripped the bed sheets now. I'm terrified of him, even if I hate him with all my guts enough to drive a knife into his skull, I'm too scared he would come back and finish me off.

His hands tightly grabbed at my thighs and forced them apart. He slid in between them and lowered his top half down to my chest. Bites found themselves around my collar bone and to my nipples. There was surely a bruise on my thighs now from his hands.

"Psycho," I spit at him.

He slammed inside of me with no warning or preparation. I let out what I hoped would be a cry for help, but instead it came out as his name. With my eyes shut, I could feel his smirk grow on his face.

He was sick. He took pleasure from this and I wasn't any better. I kept insulting him because every time I did he would give me even more pleasure. He made me crave his touch and crave the pain it gave me.

"Manipulative asshole," I whispered into his neck.

This time I heard a low chuckle that made my body quiver. I could hear the saliva when he parted his lips and for some reason it made me even weaker.

"You fucking love my cock don't you?" he asked. His voice was low and raspy. I was dying for it.

"You're repulsive!" I shot back as my answer.

The chuckle boomed in my ear again. He slammed hard into me and caused me to cry out his name again.

The abuse didn't let up. He continued those agonizing thrusts for what felt like hours. Hours that I hated with all my might, but somehow needed again and again.

Soon we laid in the bed covered in every fluid. Blood dripped down his back from the cuts my finger tips gave him. Sweat rolled down our bodies from the exercise. Tears stained my cheeks due to his relentless cock. Orgasm was a mess on both of us and the bed.

My eyes were closed when his hand moved around my body again. This time he pulled me close to his chest. I didn't object.

"You loved it," he whispered into my ear.

I hated to admit it, but I did. He still took it from me without my consent. He was still a bad, bad man.

"Manipulative rapist," I whispered into his neck.

This time it wasn't poisonous. It came out the same as a pet name would: with affection.

Woah...

I'M KIDDING!

This is NOT the next part! APRIL FOOLS! I would never, nor could I ever, paint Remington as this kind of person. He's a sweety. I love him too much to make him this bad of a person.