White as a sheet, she averts her eyes from Hank and her throat makes a sound as if she’s about to hurl but she doesn’t. Making sure, she’s not watching, I pull the knife out slowly then wrap a cloth around my hand.
Questions swim in my mind, as I drag Hank’s body out of the house but I keep an eye on Monique and she’s still sitting at the table, staring straight ahead. I dump him into the lake, knowing I’ll never let Monique swim in that water again. His body floats for a while before sinking and this is the first time I’ve ever killed a man.
I thought it would feel gut-wrenching. Instead, I feel nothing.
And he deserved it. He made up lies about her, called her a...cunt. My fists clench and if I could, I’d slice his throat all over again. I walk back up to the house, cleaning up the mess I’ve made and then chug roughly a whole bottle of painkillers. Walking over to Monique, I pull her to me and she doesn’t even flinch but leans back against me as if she can’t wrap her mind around this.
“I’m sorry, you had to witness that,” I whisper, “but I had no choice. He scared you, called you names in front of me. I couldn’t let that go.”
Clasping my wrist, Monique nods, brushing the tears off her face and I murmur, “He lied about you in my own home. Saying I fucking kidnapped you.” I shake my head. “I don’t even want to know what went on in his twisted mind that made him say something like that.”
Monique stops trembling. “Me neither,” she whispers, swallowing and she sits up straight, “at least we’re okay.” She turns to look at me. “Is your hand...?”
“I’ll manage.”
Nodding, Monique gets up but her knees cave and she falls straight into my lap. Then she lets out a sob, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in the nook of my throat. “You killed a man for me,” she breathes, “in cold blood, without hesitating.” Her arms hold me closer. “He was going to hurt me.”
I drag my hand down her head, petting her hair. “Nobody can do anything to you. I’ll kill them before they get the chance. You don’t really think I would let anything happen to my world?”
“Stop calling me that.” She averts her face. “I don’t deserve being called that.”
Clasping her face, I turn her to me. “You’re not here to earn my love or affection. You already have it. Unconditionally.”
Her mouth slacks, eyes turning glassy before her features twist in anger. “What is wrong with you?” she suddenly snaps, smacking my chest. “Why can’t you hurt me, belittle me, act like I don’t mean anything to you?”
A stunned smile crosses my face. “Why would I, when you’re the most beautiful...”
She lets out what almost sounds like a frustrated groan. “Fuck me.” Inhaling, her eyes turn twisted and agonized before she cups the sides of my neck. “Not like you did by the lake but fuck me like you hate me.”
“Monique, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You just witnessed severe violence and you’re in shock. Sit tight and I’ll make you a cup of tea...”
“Shut up, Nero!” she snaps and starts tugging at my belt. She sounds as if she’s on the verge of tears and confusion mixed with something forbidden colors her eyes. “Why can’t you give me what I want, why do you always have to act like you know what’s best for me?”
“I do know what’s best for you.”
“No, you don’t! If you did then you wouldn’t make me beg...”
“Suit yourself,” I snarl, slanting my mouth over hers until it almost bruises. “You’ll get what you ask for, but don’t start crying to me when you end up hating it.” Rising, I cup her ass and she cradles her long legs around my middle, letting out excited little pants as I carry her toward the bedroom and she squirms on the sheets when I toss her down onto the bed.
“Strip then, you little slut,” I order and she gasps in disbelief, her eyes rolling back in her head but she hurries to take off her clothes. I do the same and then I loom over her, staring at her naked body until my heart crashes and dies against my chest over and over. “My Monique,” I rasp in the dark, tracing a hand along the curve of her hip, “my girl who can barely take three fingers into her tight pussy but still wants a rough fuck.”
“Nero!” she cries, whimpering and her hips undulate, the centers of her breasts turning a flaming red. Lowering myself on top of her, I put them into the wetness of my mouth, greedily suckling and she twists and squirms, rocking her hips. “More!” she whimpers.
“No...you said your spoiled, pink ass wanted my hatred,” I lean back on my knees, yanking my belt off and she gasps in shock. “I’m the one in charge.” I put the tip of the belt against her mouth. “Lick.”
Trembling, she flicks her tongue out, her eyes wide on mine and she cries out when I give her pussy a smack with the leather she just licked. Her clit swells from the friction and Monique looks down on her spread legs, her knees are pulled up, her flesh already eager to overflow with my cock. Pinching her lips, she lifts her eyes to mine and there’s silent pleading on her tongue.
I flick the belt between her legs again and this time her body arches so hard, her neck looks like it’s about to snap. Perspiration starts dripping down her skin and she makes an attempt to close her knees, but I yank them right open and she whimpers. Her hands clench the sheets, her head making a mess out of the pillows and the more I stare the more nervous, she grows.
I give her some time to build up more of that arousal before flicking again. This time she bucks up with her hips, eagerly meeting the lash. I’m not doing it hard, but hard enough for her to feel the sting before the pleasure.
We do it a couple of times, until she can’t buck anymore but her eyes roll back in her head. “Please,” she whimpers, “I need a break, maybe put something cold between my legs...”
“You need some ice, my little swan?” I say in a sympathetic tone, stroking the tenderness with my knuckles.
“Y...yes,” she nods.
A smirk crosses my face, before I growl, “I warned you this could get ugly but you wouldn’t listen. Now it’s too late.”
“I need a safe word!”
Such a shame considering there is no safe word in this bed. Only the two of us and the depravity she wanted unleashed. Ignoring her request, I lie down on the bed, pulling her on top of me before flicking her around. “Put my cock in your mouth,” I groan and she pants but lowers her face, trying to pull me in between her lips but she’s too tender. “Not like that.” I smack a hand, the one with bandage down on her behind and I ignore the pain. “Gag!”
She gags, shuddering but moans when I put my mouth on her, my tongue seeking in between her folds and she rocks back at me, wiggling her hips right in front of me and I nearly choke out on her. My mouth, lips, face is full of her heat and we moan so loud the sound cuts through the dark like a knife.