Casey could feel his fingernails clawing at her back as Dennis moved from her mouth to her neck, breathing her in as his lips pressed against the scars that lay in the dip of her collar bone. He was working off of instinct and no experience but he still had her melting in his lap, head tipped back and eyes closed with lips parted in a breathy sigh. Casey had given in almost completely to Dennis, allowing him to see her body and the history etched into it in deep pink marks. But not once did he reject or repulse. Not once did he avoid them. He believed she was better for her suffering. More evolved. She was broken yet continued on nonetheless.
Dennis hands moved to her hips and pulled them down like she had done before and that sound left his mouth again. It was a sound that was raw and unbridled. The noise that left his mouth was the excess emotion that he couldn't keep down. It was that deep chesty rumble that Casey could actually feel resounding from his torso as it pressed against hers. And it sent shivers from her spine down through her toes. She could feel the power and the strength of her captor in the easy way he moved her, the way held her weight. And she supposed that was what he craved. To feel in control, powerful over the young woman. And Casey did not mind. It wasn't like when she was at home. It felt more protective and possessive than predatory, despite Dennis' tendencies.
Dennis then followed the strap of her bra with his nose towards her chest, his back looking even bigger when he was leaning down. Lower and lower, he breathed her in again, owning the smell of her soft skin. Casey caught his jaw with her hand and tipped it up to look at her, his eyes glazed over and yet very focused at the same time. She kept his gaze for a few seconds and then pulled him back to her, kissing him again. He let himself be led willingly to her, hands scooping under her thighs and lifting her as he rose up on his knees. Casey didn't know what he was doing but wasn't about to stop him, focused on the taste of his tongue when it danced across hers.
Dennis stood with Casey still around his waist, holding her as if she was weightless. She locked her arms around his neck to hold herself upright against him, breaking their kiss to watch his face, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Hold on." He said in his thick boston accent, making Casey tighten her grip. One of his hands moved to her lower back as he headed back into the kitchen. The young woman leaned to Dennis' neck, placing her lips hungrily against the veins that were risen there. The action had him pause and tip his head back, momentarily leaning against the fridge. Casey noted the power those actions had towards Dennis, the way that kiss destabilised him to the point of immobility. She had some control over him. Over his lust.Her eyes fell on the cupboard in the living area that held the shotgun and that twist in her stomach returned for a moment. But then Dennis was moving again and the entire room when out of sight as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen to the hall. The dim lights throughout the place only added to the heavy heat between them. Casey kissed his neck again and got a tighter grip on her thighs as a response, being held as close to her captor as possible.
Through the doors and into her room, Casey was carried right to her bed. Dennis wrapped his arms around her and leaned, laying her down there on her back. Casey let him and followed his arm with her fingers from shoulder to wrist before dropping her hand to the bed. He leaned back enough for the dim lights in the adjoining room glowed against Casey's skin, a warm bathing of light. That's when he looked at her. The look of a man who like to look at young girls. As she lay there in her leggings and bra his eyes roamed over with that frown buried deeply, hands forming fists once more.
"I want to do things." He said, jaw squared. His voice was thick and low, heavy with meaning. Casey didn't reply. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she needed to. But he then followed up his statement. "I want to do things I'm not supposed to."
The teen thought of those times where Patricia had tried to stop him from his advances to Casey. He had to fight with the personalities that knew the darkness behind his desires. She continued to simply stare at him as he ducked his head and frowned, seeming to be fighting with himself. Casey wanted him close to her again, to touch her again. She didn't want him to stop. Mind racing, the young woman thought of everything that Dennis wasn't allowed. She crossed her legs and shrunk down into the mattress, tucking her hair behind one ear and looked at him with her eyes large and bit her lip. She was trying to look as innocent as possible for him.
When Dennis raised his head and looked back at her, Casey could hear his breathing come to a sudden stop. Casey knew what she was doing was wrong and she shouldn't support his behaviour but she wanted him unleashed and was letting herself be selfish. Lean into his urges until the wall breaks. Everything she was doing was intentional to make him lose the last of his restraint. And from his reaction it worked. His eyes flashed with a dark look and he leaned right over Casey, hand moving to cup her cheek, mouth open as he released his breath after holding it so long. With that breath came a low whisper with a threatening twist of his lip.
"Are you scared of me?" Her fingers gripped at the bedding as her eyes widened at his question. She knew what he wanted her to say and she answered honestly, voice small and almost choked.
"I'm scared of everyone."//Hello everyone. Thank you for your kind comments on my last chapter. Those of you who've been around since the beginning know that sometimes it takes me ages to follow up on this book. I have to make sure I'm in the right mind set. Anyway, here we are. As you know, your feedback is everything and truly affects how this story goes, you're as much a part of this process as I am. So please, tell me what you think of this chapter! Thank you for your patience and sticking with me. See you in the next one!//
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