The Monster begins to pace, his nails clenching, and his breathing swift. He wants out and I can barely hold it together to keep him in. Does she not remember what can happen if he’s free?
Her hands are still slapping into my face as I throw her down on the bed and land on top of her.
“Fuck you, Brody!” She screams. “Let me go! I hate you!”
I lift my hand off her face and slap it into her cheek. The noise ricochets around the room and her body stills as her face becomes stricken.
“I would calm the fuck down if I were you.” I growl at her and her eyes light up with anger. She’s fucking gorgeous like this.
“Get off me.” She snarls and bucks her torso, trying to dislodge me. If I weren’t so angry, I’d find this humorous.
I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. Do I want to kill her? Yes. Do I want to do it right now? No. But she doesn’t know that and I chuckle as she squirms, gripping my arm. When her skin goes from red to a nice purple and her eyes start to cry pretty tears, I release her. I run my fingers over the red prints on her throat as she gulps in mouthfuls of air.
“I want to kill you, Kails.” I press my cock into her spread legs. “So, I wouldn’t piss me off too much.”
She tries to squirm out from under me but my weight pressing into her keeps her from moving. Her hazel eyes glare into mine and those perfect pouty lips are pulled back against her teeth. Lips that I kissed just a few months ago… lips I want to kiss again. My thoughts shock me, I’m not much of a kisser and I do it because chicks like it. Georgie liked it but I never actually felt the urge to do it, until the night I watched my brother die and right now.
I bring my hand to her hair and run my fingers through the waves. Her hair is a mixture of different shades of brown that shine red in the sun. I’ve always liked her hair even when I hated her. She watches me closely, her body tense as she tries to figure out what I’m doing. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but my insides feel like they’re at war with each other. I’m wanting to leave bruises all over her, making her scream and cry, but then I also want to bend down and press my lips to hers.
I do neither as I push myself off of her and go to close the door, then lock it.
“Brody,” her voice is hard. “Please, let Papa go. I will stay and I will do what you want.”
“He’s not here for that, although it did serve that purpose.”
“Why is he here then?” She asks as she sits up on the bed.
I hate how she has pants on today. I liked it more when she was just in my shirt and nothing else. Fuck it, she’ll do what I want or I’ll make her.
I head into my closet and grab a white shirt. Her skin always looked good in white and I want to see a lot of it.
“Here,” I throw the shirt at her. “Put this on.”
“What?” She looks down at the shirt in confusion.
“Take off what you got on and change into that. And just that.”
She rolls her eyes but takes the shirt into the washroom with her and shuts the door. I should’ve demanded she change in front of me but fuck it, it’s nothing I haven’t seen these last few days.
When she comes out, she throws her clothing to the side and sits on the bed. My cock hardens right back up and this time, I want it taken care of.
“Get over here and get on your knees.”
“No.” She shakes her head, forgetting-again-that she doesn’t have a choice.
I undo my belt and the fly, letting my cock spring out of its confines.
“That’s fine,” I start towards the door, my dick swinging with each step. “I’ll get your father in here to watch me make you do it.”
“No!”
I turn and look at her over my shoulder, slowly raising my brow. Then to my satisfaction, she slides off the bed and drops to her knees. I walk back towards her and bite back a groan when she tips her head to look up at me.
“I’ll do this but…” She begins but I cut her off with a barking laugh.
“You think you can negotiate this?”
“I’ll do this but you will start to tell me things.” She finishes.
“You’re doing this regardless.” I shrug.
“Yes, but I’ll do it without biting it off.” She counters with a smirk.
I grab her chin in a tight squeeze and bend down into her face. “If your teeth even come in contact with my dick, I will knock you the fuck out.”
“Fine,” her eyes roll and I imagine that’s what it’ll look like when I kill her. “How about I enjoy it?”
“I don’t even care.” I growl and pull on her chin, bringing her mouth close to my cock.
Her tongue comes out and she licks the tip, closing her eyes with a loud moan. My cock jerks and smacks against her mouth. I know she’s faking it, I know this is her proving she can make it worth my while, and she thinks I would enjoy this more because she is.
She’s wrong.
The second she opens her mouth, I grab her hair in my right fist, and ram my cock into her mouth. She gags and the squeeze of her throat has my eyes rolling back with pleasure. Now this, this is good. She tries to draw her head back but I keep her there with a smirk on my face, she hasn’t used her teeth yet and I know she won’t for fear of my fist. Shame.
I pull out of her mouth and drop my hand from her hair. Now she’s glaring up at me and I chuckle.
“I like it when you hate what I’m doing to you.” I poke her forehead with my finger. “But I would love to taste those tears like he did.”
“You were watching us.” She sounds shocked and tries to get up from the floor.
“I’m not finished.” I grab her hair again.
Her hands land on my jean clad thighs and she tries to push me away. This is how I like her, fighting me, hating me, and fueling my hunger for her misery.
“Forget my threat already? I’m good with Papa watching us.” I mock her and watch as the fight leaves her body. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you Brody,” she sounds worn out. “I only wish I did.”
“That’s pretty pitiful.” I snort as I tip her head back. “Open up.”
She does as I ask, only this time she keeps her eyes locked on mine. Those hazel orbs looking resigned as she waits for my cock.
I slowly push into her mouth, the warmth of her breath, and the wet glide of her tongue, feels as close to perfection as I’ve ever been. Her plump lips seal around me as I push in further, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes still stay on mine as I begin to thrust into her mouth. I’m not rough and honestly, I’m enjoying this, watching her as she takes my cock.
Her hands resting on my thighs, slowly move behind my legs and up to my ass. Then she’s pulling me faster into her mouth, setting a new rhythm. I watch her greedily suck my cock, her eyes trained on mine, and I can’t decide if I like it. When I envisioned this, it was with her fighting me, that hatred shining bright, and her tears of pain running down her cheeks.