A Lock Of Death by Beena Khan

19

I sighed in relief.

Dimitri pulled me back up and dropped his hold from my hair. His warm, strong hands snaked around and clung to my bare, burning stomach.

I breathed rough, uneven exhales, and my pounding heart returned. I sagged against his chest, closing my eyes for a few seconds, just inhaling. I gulped in large amounts of air. His arms wrapped tighter around me and tingles shot through my body.

“Four,” Dimitri whispered against my hair.

My sleepy eyes slowly opened.

Four? Did I still have balloons in my stomach?

Oh, God… I hate this shit.

Fuck this shit, for real.

I was retiring.

“Four times, I’ve almost lost you.”

Blue. He sounded just like my Blue now.

My breath hitched, and I wanted him to speak again.

“The first time when you threw yourself over the balcony.”

I closed my eyes.

“The second time when the sun came out.”

My heart pounded.

“The third when you burned yourself.”

Amusement filled his voice.

“And the fourth, today.”

My lower lip jutted out.

“I have never fought so hard to keep someone alive.”

My heart almost dropped to my stomach.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

I pouted and sulked against his chest.

Now, that was mean.

I opened my eyes and waited for him to say something sweet again, but he pulled back from me. Grabbing my hand, he took me toward the sink and turned the cold faucet on. My shaky legs almost gave out under me, and his hand landed on my waist to steady me.

I opened my eyes and looked up with bloodshot eyes and met his blue ones.

I cringed at my reflection. Splotchy pink face, pinker burns, watery eyes, and cheeks stained with blood.

I no longer looked like the Nine I had left behind.

The one in braids who was obsessed with the sun in her skyscraper. That Nine was long gone.

I sighed internally and dropped my head low.

Closing my eyes shut, I reached out and splashed my face a few times.

The cold water soothed my heated flesh, and I sighed in delight. I rinsed my mouth twice, wanting to remove the repulsive aftertaste in my mouth.

The other faucet ran next to me.

I assumed he was cleaning up too.

I continued splattering myself, and some splashes fell on my scalp. I smiled at the coolness.

My wet fingers combed through my locks, wetting my scalp. I could use a cold as ice shower. I was still too hot.

His faucet turned off, and a hand moved my hair from my nape, and a wet towel pressed against it.

My eyes snapped opened and met Blue’s in the mirror.

Holding my gaze, he traced the cool towel against my burning flesh, quenching the fire roaming on my skin. It only made it worse. It couldn’t quench the firestorm igniting in my soul. Everywhere he moved the towel—from my nape, collarbones, stomach, and arms—it left a trail of fire behind. Lava threatened to burn and overwhelm this goddamn house.

I was the fire, and he was the water.

The ocean.

He was far more beautiful to me than the sun.

My sky.

He held everything up… even me.

I painted him instead.

My deepest obsession.

I didn’t know when he had become so important.

I never had a man take care of me like this before either.

Blue’s gaze fell on my lips.

At the water droplets dripping from it.

My tongue snaked out and licked my lower lip.

Blue’s invasive gaze jerked up at my eyes.

The same hunger that loitered in my soul reflected in his. It stared right back at me.

Dropping the towel on the floor, he leaned in closer.

I held in my breath when he reached forward and turned off the faucet. The tiny movement only pressed me harder against the sink table. Silence filled the air.

Blue’s hands reached out and landed on each side of the table, caging me in. I had nowhere to go now. I sucked in a sharp breath when my back rubbed against his chest.

“You wore lingerie this whole time.”

His low gruff voice brushed against my ear, his voice laced with something I hadn’t heard before. His warm breath landed on my cool shoulder, and I shivered on impact.

His cloudy eyes traced every inch of my body in the mirror with a whole new lens. My cheeks turned pink, and I wish I could look away but I couldn’t. His gaze held me in like a trance.

Everywhere he looked, my flushed skin caught on fire. His gaze trailed down from my collarbones and rested on my full breasts in the mirror.

I almost wanted to cover myself in front of him.

This was the weirdest lingerie mesh I’d ever worn in my entire life. The bra was completely see-through, barely concealing anything. Transparent.

And the thong was also see-through.

If you could call it that…

It was a one-piece set.

The kind of lingerie connected with a bow on the center of my stomach.

He only needed to pull on it, and the set will fall apart.

A perfect little present for him.

The harder he stared, the more erect my nipples became and pushed against the fabric.

I wanted his hands on me already.

God, I’d waited so long for this.

His eyes never removed from the shadows of that area before his gaze trailed lower to the bow.

Tilting his head, he eyed it.

I licked my lips nervously.

“You killed him.”

His eyes fell on my face again in the mirror.

“And I would do it again,” he promised darkly under his breath. He glared into my soul with lethal intent, and it tightened in the bottom of my stomach.

The danger in his voice made me think I should run for my life, but I was trapped against him with nowhere to go, with no escape. He was both the danger and my safe haven. I didn’t want anything else to be my escape when all I saw was him.

My breath hitched, and we continued to look at each other in the mirror. I didn’t want to break the moment, but it was important to ask.

“Will I have a new buyer?” I squeaked, my voice wavering.

His lip curled in a frown. “No.”

I sighed in relief and a smile formed on my lips.

“I just might keep you for myself.”

My breath hitched and my lips froze.

“You’re free of him but not of me.” My pulse spiked. “If anyone comes for you again, they will have to go through me first. I’m never letting you out of my sight anymore, even if I have to lock you up in a tower again,” he continued, his dark voice deepening while his eyes held my gaze.

I wouldn’t mind being locked in a tower again as long as he stayed there locked to me in there too.

Blue’s hand lifted from the table and toward the bow on my stomach.

My spine tingled, and I knew what was coming.

“Moya.”

His eyes darkened.

“You’re mine.”

Then, he pulled on the bowstring and the lingerie fell from me and piled at my feet.

I stared at my hands, too nervous and afraid for what I might find in his eyes.

One of his hands snaked up my stomach, going upward like an arrow before it found my breasts.

I couldn’t meet his gaze in the mirror, so I stared silently at his large hands moving all over me. I bit down on my lip as I looked at his veins pulsating beneath his fair skin.

His other cool hand lifted, and now they both cupped my breasts, kneading me in artful circles. I writhed in his arms, my body reminding me how much I wanted him. A small moan left my lips and my eyes shot up, meeting his crazed ones.

Lowering his face, his jaw brushed against the crook of my neck. I tilted it, giving him more access. His long fingers stroked across my swollen, erect light brown nubs, flicking them back and forth and they puckered up, even more, engorging by the passing second. A whimper left my lips. My breathing came fast, and his eyes glued me in my spot.

His hazy eyes darkened with desire, lust, and so much more.

I wanted to ask him what that more was.

He watched me the entire time in the mirror as he flicked me again with his cruelty. The place between my legs grew damper and moister. Cloudy and stormy eyes that would bring the biggest rainfall on me drenched me with its downpour.

I wanted his mouth on me already. Should I ask him?

I shook off my silly thoughts.

I felt like a virgin all over again, truly touched for the first time. I couldn’t even cross my legs to stop the trembling in my core. I wanted his lips everywhere. Moistness pooled in my inner thighs and the trembling in my center increased.

He pushed my breasts together and I stared down in surprise. They almost fit his large hands, barely overflowing them. I didn’t have small breasts, but he was just too big. He covered my small body with his own.

I hid a smile, but I lost the expression quickly when his thumbs and index fingers stretched out my nipples, pulling them as far as they would go. He kept pulling and rolling, and I still wanted more. Then, he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the hard nubs. My breathing slowed and the need coiling in me for him only grew.

His teeth grazed the pulse in my neck, the threat of the bite there. He softly growled in my ear with each breath. Gripping me, he pushed me harder against him, my back pressed firmly against his rock-hard chest. I yelped. I rested my hands against the sink and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I could feel his thick arousal through his clothes, and I pushed against him, wanting more friction. His movements became predatory and rougher, his fingers digging into the underside of my breasts, his fingers leaving pink marks behind.

He seized me like a new owner taking possession.

My new master.

The only one I wanted.

My deepest, darkest desire.

It was always Blue.

I didn’t know what came over me as I whispered through the haze, “We should get out of here.”

He grazed his teeth against my neck. “We will.”

His voice, deep and low, tickled my senses.

My misty eyes met his cloudy eyes.

He stared at me more relentlessly before he moved back.

My body missed the warmth of his.

My breasts suddenly felt cold.

Blue tilted his head, studying me one more time in the mirror. “This isn’t over.”

My eyes widened at the sexy threat, and I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing up and down, his gaze drawn to it.

Then, he exited the door, leaving me a disheveled mess.

Exhaling roughly, I stared at myself in the mirror. He’d barely touched me and my glistening skin pinkened, and my eyes had dilated until only blackness remained. My fingers tingled in anticipation at his promise.

I turned on the cold faucet and splashed my warm face a few more times before I exited.

Dimitri was back to business when I stepped out. He carried oil in his hands, and he spilled it around the living room.

My eyes fell on the can’s name.

Vegetable oil.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He could be creative.

He must have gotten that from the kitchen.

I didn’t see any staff around.

Perhaps, only the bodyguards had been home when we’d come. The five corpses still laid on the floor, and I avoided looking at them.

Dimitri noticed me standing in the doorway, still naked and still laughing. His eyes flared as they traced my body before he headed in my direction. I stopped laughing, my breath caught in my chest and all the air in my lungs evaporated. My pulse spiked that he would take me right here. Eyeing me as he reached, he brushed past my shoulders and entered the bathroom.

Oh. Curious, my eyes followed him.

He spilled cooking oil there too.

Turning away, I trod forward and picked up my discarded black cardigan from the floor. I placed the soft fabric on, and I was just about to tie the belt when he spoke from behind me.

“Leave it open.”

My hands dropped at his command.

They listened to him too.

I didn’t dare to look at him.

I clasped my hands together, watching him silently as he strutted through the mansion like a King as if it was his place.

He picked up a matchbox on the table. Must have been from the kitchen too. Grabbing my bag from the floor, he motioned me to the hallway.

I followed him quickly out. He dropped the bag and crouched low and ignited the oily floor on fire.

It only took a spark before the room glowed orange like the molted sun. My greedy eyes took in the flames surrounding us and they slipped into the bathroom. Too lost in the chaos around me, I didn’t notice when he stepped up next to me.

His hands landed on my bare hips, and my startled eyes lifted to meet his.

My Blue stared down at me with a cold, foggy edge.

Lifting me by the hips, he wrapped my legs around him.

My tingly sex brushed against his t-shirt.

Puzzled, I stared, captivated by him. My face was so close to him now, the gold in his eyes sparkled in the room. Up-close, his eyelashes were thick and inky as his hair.

He took out a tiny, black object from his back pocket.

My tracker.

With a throw of an arm, he threw that in the fire and the flame engulfed it.

My soul smiled in satisfaction.

I would never have to wear that again.

Bending low, Blue whispered, “Hold tight.”

My arms draped around his neck, and I wrapped my legs firmer around him as I peered down at him. My wetness pressed against him, and I wondered if he’d noticed.

He grabbed my bag and pulled himself upright.

Then, he continued to move.

My heart raced, rising higher and higher than any skyscraper had ascended into the sky. I only wore my cardigan, cloaking me with my frontal bared to him. I’d never felt like this before.

He carried me out into the hallway, my eyes glancing briefly at the burning fire we were leaving behind.

Averting my eyes, I returned my gaze to him.

His hard ocean-like eyes remained on my face before trailing down to my breasts, chin level with him. The atmosphere was electric. My cardigan dragged from the back but from the front, he could see everything. My chest rose up and down. I felt so tight and itchy all over again. My nipples tingled in anticipation.

Leaning forward, his tongue sneaked out and engulfed my nipple in his mouth.

His warm lips closed over it.

Sheer ecstasy erupted from me, and I whimpered.

This was so much better.

It’s real. Not a temporary rush that chemicals gave.

I wondered if he would do this again when I slept.

Maybe it would keep the nightmares away too.

He gave it a slow suck and did the same with the other.

Blue continued to walk without focusing on the path.

Or maybe he did.

I had no idea.

I couldn’t see behind me without twisting my neck.

“This is dangerous,” I whispered.

We could fall to our deaths.

I really didn’t care though. I just wanted him to suck me again. And he did again and again. I never knew a feeling greater than this. I slept next to this man in bed every day, and we never truly touched each other until now.

It was intense and breathtaking. I was on the verge of bursting. His wet and warm mouth fell on my breasts, lapping, laving, and worshipping them.

Whimpers left my mouth. My eyes fluttered, half closing. His teeth nipped and teased my sensitive rock-hard nubs, getting wilder and deeper by every passing second. I watched him the entire time, how they disappeared into his greedy mouth.

My arousal made my blood rush, and I rubbed myself against his chest, pushing my breasts further into his mouth. I was so damp, and he continued to cover every inch of me with his gifted mouth, tongue, and teeth.

“Blue…” I whispered, my voice trailing off.

His eyes lifted and met mine, but he didn’t take his mouth away from me.

Fuck me. This was so hot.

He continued to casually walk, holding my pink bag while sucking me the entire time.

This man had just killed five people in front of me.

For me. All for me.

A murderer held me in his arms, and I clung to him like a boat that stayed with its shore.

I didn’t know what would happen now.

The transaction was officially canceled, and I was giddy about it. The deal is over.

The cool air outside sent a breeze through my hair. A tremor ran through my body, vibrating against my skin. I glanced at my erect nipples when they left his mouth. Still glistening and pink from his brutal sucks. They were cold now. When we reached the car, Blue unlocked it and shoved my bag into the back.

“Where are we going?” I asked, breathlessly.

I peered over his shoulder at the two rooms still burning in the mansion.

“Home,” Blue only replied.

He popped open the car door and placed me on the seat.

I didn’t want to let go of him yet, so I sulked.

My lower lip jutted out. I glanced up but his eyes focused on my pouting lip. Reaching up a hand, his finger brushed against my lower lip with a pop. I breathed hard. The tension between us was killing me.

I needed him. Now.

Noticing my erratic breathing, his thumb invaded into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it and gave a slow suck.

His blue eyes jerked up and flared.

My cardigan came undone, revealing my glistening inner thighs to him. His eyes darkened before he blew out a rough breath and came around to the driver’s seat, his erection poking out of his pants. With a slow exhale, he began the engine, and we flew out of here.

Silence fell in the car until the only sounds were our breathing. I sneaked glances at him every now and then, and I hid a smile when I caught him doing the same to me.

Eye contact never felt so dangerous until now.

My heart thumped so hard like it never had for anyone else.

It was his gaze. His scent. His essence. It was him.

I didn’t know how long he drove, maybe fifteen minutes until we reached an isolated hidden alley. I wondered if we would get mugged, but then I wanted to laugh.

He was the deadliest predator in the dark.

He stopped the car and put it on park.

I turned my face toward him to question him.

My question never came out because his intense, hungry eyes were on me again, ready to strike and devour me like a feral animal. I swallowed whatever the hell I was thinking.

Blue had all my attention now.

He pulled his car seat back with ease confidence. His burning gaze remained on my face. Different emotions flashed through them. Things I’d longed to see this entire time. It had taken a whole country for them to unveil.

I trembled from the inside and out. The further back he shifted, the more insane my pulse stirred.

His eyes narrowed and he lunged for me.

It all happened too fast before I could even react.

His firm hand pulled me toward him until I landed on his lap, and his mouth was all over my neck. I sighed and gasped under him, my eager fingers running through his soft hair. He wore too many clothes though. My greedy hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his shoulders and head, rushing in movements. I tossed it to the passenger side, and either side of my knees rested on each opposite of his.

Now I had him trapped.

I smiled at him, proud of my accomplishment. My bubble burst before he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me toward him. His lips moved on my neck, his sharp teeth scraping my skin before trailing down to my breasts again.

His mouth pulled on a sore nipple before he bit down on it hard. They still hurt from earlier.

I moaned and my hands dug deep into his hair. Reaching out, he dropped his hold from my neck and pinned my hands behind me, clasping them together. My back arched, and it jutted my breasts further into his face and mouth.

He continued his slaughter and torture, and he bit me again savagely without any restraints and limits. His teeth engraved into my skin mercilessly, and I yelped against him.

I tried to break free from his hold, but he only gripped my wrists harder. He licked the hurt away before repeating it.

My swollen red nipples throbbed and ached as he left marks around my areolas.

“Blue…” I whispered. “Please, please.”

I rubbed my clit on the erection threatening to burst out his pants.

A desperate sigh left my mouth.

My pleads fell on deaf ears.

He was in his own world.

A small part of me wanted him to whisper filthy things in my ear, but another part of me knew that wasn’t Blue’s style. He hated talking. I hid a smile. I’d gotten used to this silent man.

His grip dropped from my wrists, and I bounced on him, liking how his poking manhood rubbed against my wet clit every time.

Blue freed his cock from his pants.

I stopped moving and stared at the bulging angry purple head that greeted me. I blinked in alarm, taking in the thickness of him. He was smooth and erect. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, wondering how he would fit. I opened my mouth to speak, I didn’t know what exactly, but my words never came out. The round head of it brushed against my core.

My heart burst and I forgot what I had to say.

With my parted lips, I rubbed against him.

He hissed like I’d burned him, his eyes snapping up to me.

Reaching a hand upward, he fisted my loose hair and yanked it back, baring my slender neck to him. He pulled my locks further down, and I was afraid my head would snap. An uneasy feeling ran down my spine. I didn’t tell him to stop. My treacherous body liked his aggressiveness too much.

He was too violent, too volatile, and he could kill me easily.

His violence would come with the sex too.

It would only take one snap.

Blue could never kill me. I knew that much already.

He leaned forward and his chest brushed against my breasts. He rubbed the head of his bulge around me, and I squirmed like a cat in heat. Leaning forward, his other hand reached for the dashboard, rummaging through the items.

I tilted my head and glanced with the corner of my eye at the clear wrapping in his hand.

No. No. No…

He was the only man I wanted to feel bare against me.

I wanted my real first time without any barriers.

I wanted him to give me what I had lost.

“Blue,” I whispered with an ache. “I want it raw.”

He paused.

I couldn’t see his face, but hesitation lurked in his fingers now. “I can’t control myself from not coming inside you.”

My heart ached at the little revelation, at the heat and gruffness in his voice.

“Then lose control.”

I couldn’t believe I just said that.

He hissed.

I only smiled.

“You’ll get pregnant.”

I grinned through my teeth, his hand never leaving my grip.

“If you’re that confident about it, then get me pregnant.”

Clearly, my desire was clouding my judgment.

His breath hitched, and I caught that little sound.

I made his heart race too. I left him breathless too.

“You don’t mean that,” his voice laced with suspicion.

I would shake my head if I could, but his death-like grip remained in my hair.

“I want to be yours forever,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”

I don’t see anyone else besides you.

I guess he didn’t need another confirmation.

He dropped the wrapping, and my heart sighed in delight.

“No matter what happens, you can’t panic and bail on me,” he warned.

My eyes brightened and they watered, but this time not from pain or tiredness. Joy. I didn’t correct him that it usually happened the other way around, though.

“Stay with me,” Blue murmured.

“Always,” I promised.

In one powerful thrust, he rammed into my slickness and into me.

Finally.

Fire had met water at last.

The earth and the sun met the sky and the ocean.

My eyes watered and it knocked the breath out of me.

His breaths came out uncontrolled and fast.

My voice broke and a wince left my mouth. I smiled to myself, hopelessly staring at the ceiling that he lost control. It hurt though like he barely fitted. I was so full of him.

He pulled out and slammed his entire length inside. I cried out, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Water brimmed my eyes. He was so deep and thickly entwined into me like he forged himself as another body part of mine like he belonged inside of me.

I wanted him to stay forever like this.

I could fall asleep with him like this.

I could still feel him in my sore stomach. He shifted his hips and thrust into me again, and my muscles clenched on him. I moaned with noises that never escaped past my lips before.

He didn’t ram into me hard and fast like people had in the past. I bounced with every movement, with every jostle made on my body. He took his time, each harsh thrust was more powerful and forceful than the previous. He would destroy me in half with how he used his full force on me roughly. I’d never been with someone who bothered to make it good for me too.

Shockwaves went in and out of my body. I only grew wetter as my body relaxed around him.

I moaned and moved above him, riding him up and down, greedy for more strokes. With pleasure building up inside of me, my body bucked and writhed over him. My thighs clamped around him, holding him captive inside of me. I licked my lips and opened my legs wider for him.

Sparks flew in the air as my fire consumed him, as his calm overwhelmed me. He pushed me against the steering wheel, my back resting against it, my cardigan flying behind me. I lifted my eyes and met his wild eyes. His hand left my hair and trailed down to grip and rest on my hips.

His touch was rough against my skin. He had no gentle bone in his body at all as he pulled me up and down on his shaft.

A shimmer of fire grew in the pit of my belly as it surged its way up like a skyscraper.

I’m the skyscraper.

My breathing grew more frantic until short bursts came out of them. The darkness of the night clouded over us, and his eyes sparkled. I was at his complete and utter mercy. His hand sneaked up to my poor sore nipples, playing with them again.

“Blue, I wanna come,” I whispered unevenly.

His lip twitched but he stayed silent.

He continued to torment me, withholding my release.

I reached out a hand to touch my clit but like lightning, his other hand shot up and pinned it against the steering wheel. I whimpered in protest as he slammed into me again and again.

“Please,” I pleaded.

I hated him for making me beg.

His eyes softened and his mouth stayed shut.

Blue leaned forward and hovered over me, staring at me sprawled out on his steering wheel for him. Everywhere he looked, my skin flushed. He said so much with just his eyes.

He tilted his head as his ravenous gaze took in their fill. His hand moved down from mine and now both continued to grasp my nipples again and again.

Brute.

Exhausted and aching, I took control instead and my hips began their rhythmic thrusting as I ground myself against him.

I needed more.

He pinched my nipple in response, and I yelped. My body quivered against him. I could feel my climax, I was almost there, just almost in reach, but he wasn’t letting me come, only hell bent on torturing me once again.

“Please,” I gritted. “Please fuck me like a whore.”

He stilled.

I stilled.

The air around us stilled.

I was left baffled at what slipped out.

Curiosity filled his eyes as he studied me, and my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I didn’t speak such filth, but I didn’t want to take it back either.

Blue tilted his head.

“You’re not a whore. You’re my woman.”

Aaaah… Fuck.

I tumbled down from my skyscraper and fell hard.

My heart ached and water slipped past my eyes.

I wanted to lean forward and kiss him.

“I want to be both,” I whispered, rubbing against him. “For you. Anything for you, Blue. Please.”

The desperation poured out of my voice.

His eyes flared as he grazed his thumb across his soft lips like he was contemplating what I’d said.

“Why do you want to be called that after everything you’ve been through?” he asked softly.

He stirred up unfamiliar things in me that I didn’t recognize. This should be the last thing on my mind, but I only wanted it from this man, the only one I wanted to be consumed by.

I bit my lip. “Because I know that you would never mean it.”

I’d been called that word negatively my whole life, now I wanted to own it. Only I could decide who called me that.

I held my breath in, afraid for a second, he might reject me.

His hand shot out to grip my throat and my breath caught in my chest. He pounded into me so brutally, tears leaked from my eyes. My breath was stuck in my throat. My slickness took him in easily when his next thrusts came, and a scream left my mouth as he thrust into me again and again.

“You wanna be broken into like a fuck toy, huh, Nine?” he murmured, his breath falling on my face as he looked over me. “You want to be a bad girl?”

Holy shit.

When did Blue talk like that?

That sounded more like Dimitri.

Well… Dimitri was quiet as a mouse, though.

It was a whole other side of him I was seeing.

I loved that he brought it out, just for me.

It made my body grew hotter.

I wanted him to speak again and again.

There was something attractive about a man who never spoke filth that when he finally did, it singed you ten times more.

His words fueled the storm inside of me, eliciting the lava of my arousal to rumble straight down to my soaked core.

“You’re mine to fuck. Mine to use. Mine to bend. Mine to break. Mine to manipulate. Mine to own.”

Yes. Hunger churned in my body, and goosebumps rose on my skin. His cock twitched inside as it invaded me again, claiming me permanently.

His grip against my throat tightened, cutting off my air, and a wheezy breath left my lips. My mind free fell into the atmosphere and stars circled me as my eyes fought to focus. I couldn’t see anything anymore.

“Your life is in my hands,” he growled, his words dark and vast like the ocean. “You only breathe for me. Every inhale and every exhale of yours leaves with my permission.”

I was so close.

The shimmer built up in me, almost touching the surface.

His hold on my neck loosened, and I inhaled sharply.

He only squeezed it tighter a second later and I whimpered. His hand pulsed, tightening with each second. His forceful thrusts jostled me from the inside and out. His other hand sneaked down and shoved three fingers inside.

I hissed at the invasion and my lower lip quivered. He gave me exactly what I desired. I ground on his fingers, and his remaining two spilled inside.

His cock and his fingers were inside of me. I felt so full like I would pass out, and I choked out a breath.

“From now on, you won’t be anyone’s whore… except my whore,” he promised darkly.

He let go of my neck and slapped his brutal hand against my clit, and I screamed as I splintered and shattered into a million pieces. My outer form floated into the air, leaving just my shell in its wake. A content sigh left my lips and I blinked back tears.

Blue came a few moments later, his warm seed filling me up.

He softened but he didn’t pull out, and he remained inside of me the entire time like he was a part of my body. A part of my very being. I shifted, and he twitched, growing hard once again.

I wanted him again and again.

His head dropped, resting on the crook of my slick neck and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, breathing his familiar enticing scent in. He was so addicting. He was my new high, the junkie in me craving him as my new rush.

My permanent rush.

My exhales came out rough and uneven, our breaths steaming and fogging up the car. I couldn’t see anything outside.

His erratic heart pounded against mine, and I blissfully smiled as I listened to my favorite sound.

My perfect match.