“The only place I’m going is inside of you.” I smile like a prick, my arms trapping her, so she’s unable to move. Whatever is going through her head has nothing to do with her and me.
“Tell me, Amara, what was it that pushed you over the edge the most—seeing your real father, your mother lying to you, or you loving the man who killed John?” It’s a low blow, and I know it, but in this situation, it is necessary.
My face is a stone mask, knowing if I cringe, even the slightest bit, she’ll call my bluff. She squirms beneath me, trying to get away.
“How could you even bring that up, you sick bastard?” She shoves against my shoulders with all her might, but I don’t budge.
“Or maybe it was the lies. We all know there are tons and tons of lies. Your whole life was a giant lie. No answers were ever given. How’s that feel?”
Her fists pound against my chest, and her legs kick out, but I hold my ground.
“Learn to acknowledge the hurt and pains in your life, Amara. At least you can fucking feel them. At least your heart is still beating. Deal with it!” I all but scream at her. Her hits become more powerful, and as I push more weight on her, I can hear her cries growing louder.
“She lied. She fucking lied to me. No one gave me answers. No one cared, and now I have no one.”
“So she fucking lied. What do you want to do about it?”
“I want to hate her. I want to know why she lied. One note is meant to make up for close to twenty years of lies.”
“It’s a note, Amara, not your life story. I know you wanted more, but we can’t change the past.” My tongue darts out, licking a path directly to her ear. She tastes like cinnamon and sugar.
“I believed all of them. I believed my parents. I believed you. I’m so stupid and naive.”
“You’re a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. You might have been naive, but that’s not your fault. Your father was a well-trained manipulator.”
“I don’t care. I want revenge, I want madness and chaos. I want people to pay,” she snarls, every word like a demand. “I want to make them pay, but there is no one left. No one to blame but me.”
“Blaming yourself isn’t going to help. Revenge only gets you so far. Killing John didn’t make me feel any better, Amara. It’s a temporary feeling, really. It’s a false sense that maybe—just maybe, it will make you feel better to get even. Maybe it will bring back the person you lost—but it doesn’t. It makes you feel worse because you inflicted the same type of pain on someone else. Yes, John deserved to die, but not by my hands.”
“Death was yapping at his feet, you just helped it along… just like I had my role in helping it along.”
“Stop this. This isn’t you. Don’t let this shit consume you. Deal with it.”
“I hate you. I hate everyone,” she barks, her chest rumbling with my own.
“You hate me?”
“Yes, I hate you,” she roars.
“Good,” I say, pressing my lips against hers firmly. She bites at them so hard I feel the skin break. Blood seeps out of the wound and onto both our lips. I revel in the taste and the pain. This is better than her sadness. Anything is better than her sadness.
“You want my cock? You want to take your frustrations out on me? Show me, tell me what you want, piccolo,” I purr against her skin. She whimpers, turning her face away from mine.
“No, I want you to leave. Get out! I don’t want you in my bed anymore. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” I know she is only saying this to push me away, because she feels guilty about loving me–loving the man who killed her father. But I will not allow it. I won’t let her make that choice for us.
“That, Amara, I can’t do. I’m not going to leave, and you are not going to leave me… ever.”
“Fuck you,” she sneers, giving me one more shove. That’s when I finally have enough.
“Oh, don’t worry, someone is about to get fucked.” Snatching her wrists, I pull them roughly above her head. “You are done pushing me away, and I’m done not giving us what we both want.” Leaning into her, I nibble on her earlobe. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel good.”
Holding her arms with one hand, I use my other to unbuckle my belt. When I pull it out of my pants, Amara’s eyes widen.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Tying you up. Then fucking you into oblivion.”
“I hate you,” she snaps, but the tremble in her voice is betraying her. So are her hard nipples rubbing against my chest as I wrap my belt around her wrists and pull it tight.
“You mentioned… but yet, your cunt gets wet for me every time.”
“Ow!” She yelps, tugging at the restraints while staring at me with fire in her eyes.
“You’re fine.” I fasten the other side of the belt to the bedpost before making quick work of my clothes.
“Untie me. I don’t want you.” She struggles, wiggling beneath me, but I still have her pinned with my body weight.
When I’m naked, I start ripping her clothes off; it’s like I can’t get her naked fast enough. She squeals and kicks at me when I get to her panties, but her fight only gets my cock harder.
Grabbing her knees, I force them apart and position myself between her thighs. I enter her in one swift move, pushing myself in her drenched pussy all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck, I knew you would be wet,” I grit out while pounding into her relentlessly. I don’t give her time to adjust, I just start rutting into her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingled with my grunts and her soft whimpers.
Her back arches off the bed and her eyes squeeze shut. I can already feel her thighs quivering, her pussy squeezing around me. My dirty little girl likes being tied up and fucked. She loves me being rough, me taking from her, owning her body.
“Come for me. I want you to squeeze my cock, come all over my dick, so it’s nicely lubed up when I fuck your tight asshole.”
My crude words are what set her off. Her walls squeeze me so tightly, it’s almost painful. I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place as I fuck her through her orgasm.
Her head falls back into the pillow, and a string of incoherent words fall from her lips before her body goes slack.
Pulling out of her, I flip her over onto her stomach like a rag doll. Her body still limber from her intense release.
Placing my hands on either side of her ass, I spread her cheeks apart. Leaning down, I run my tongue over the puckered hole, massaging it, before dipping my tongue in a few times.
Reaching over at the nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube. I squirt a good amount over her puckered hole, before pumping my fingers in and out a few times.
“That’s all the warm-up you get today. I need to be inside of you again.”
Straightening up, I get on my knees and take my cock into my hand to bring it to her hole. The tip slides in with ease, only when I push in further does her asshole clamp up. She moans into the pillow and tugs on her wrists.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pull her head back.
“Relax. Be a good little girl and take my cock,” I grunt and shove into her deeper. She sucks in a sharp breath, her body shuddering. “That’s it, take it all.”