He spits down on his cock, spreading out the saliva and making himself slick before slapping my clit with it.
“But it’s a pain you need. I know you crave the pain just as much as I crave causing it.”
Without warning, he slowly pushes against my entrance, and I feel the sting of his length as he enters me.
“Greedy little slutty doll, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant out, not used to guys dirty talking but loving it so fucking much it hurts.
The way his cock looks at this point has me staring down at it. It’s full of veins, popping out, and thick.
“Liking what you’re seeing?”
“Don’t be arrogant.”
The last words come out in a loud moan as he pushes deeper, and I stretch around him. It takes a while for my body to get used to the sensation that feels more like an attack on my pussy, but he lets me adjust. His hands grip my thighs before he lifts me with such ease that I don’t have time to react, and he makes me wrap my legs around his waist while his cock is buried deep inside me.
“I’m heavy.”
I express my insecurity because I have never allowed anyone to carry me, at least not during a sexual act. I don’t want to be embarrassed when I’m vulnerable and naked.
“The fuck? No, you’re not,” he states matter-of-factly. “Don’t ever say that again because it’s not true. Do you understand?” His voice is stern, demanding.
I nod my head, staring into his eyes.
“Good little doll.”
I feel my insides clench at his words, and he pounces inside me while still pressing me against the wall. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as he stretches me wider with each thrust, causing my moans to grow even louder as pleasure mixed with pain overtakes me. With each thrust, he lets out a growl, and it is everything for me to feel ready to fucking explode any second.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“You too.”
Despite the position, he somehow manages to press one hand against my clit, and I whimper. When he rubs me, I feel my back arching against the wall, my hips rocking in the same rhythm as he fucks me in a hard and violent manner. The pleasure is too much. All of my nerves tighten around him, and then suddenly I’m coming all over him as I feel his own body trembling against me. His moans echo in my ears as he collapses within me while he comes. Then he lets me ride out the wave of pleasure before lowering me back down to the floor again, my legs shaking as he does so, but he moves me toward the bed.
Some inner part of me worried he would throw me out as soon as he got what he wanted, but all those thoughts disappear when I feel him sitting down next to me in bed. As he drags my body close to him, I rest my head on his bare, muscular chest, feeling the warmth of his skin heating me. His arms, warm and comforting, drape across my shoulders, and at this moment, I feel safe, normal. As normal as someone like me can feel.
“That was,” I breathe out, unable to find the words.
“Yeah.”
I can tell he’s smiling from the sound of his voice, but fatigue weighs down my body, preventing me from looking. By drawing on my energy, he has left me feeling exhausted, but I’m glad he did. This time it isn’t due to being exhausted from life’s hardships, this time, it’s because I’m feeling contentment for just a moment. As if he senses that my eyes are closing, he presses a kiss on my forehead, and I hear a faint whisper of good night in my ear, even though it isn’t dark outside yet.
Then, I fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter 28
Naya
With each passing day,I feel more urgency to escape as the days pass in a blur. I’ve been here too long, biding my time, pretending that I could have a normal life with normal feelings inside my tainted heart. Now I have to pay the price for pretending to be myself. The guilt eats away at my insides as I lay in bed beside Grey, his arm draped over mine in a protective gesture. We’ve been quiet for a while, but it’s not a stiff stillness, but an enjoyable quietness where we can relax.
It’s been a few days since he fucked me in his room, and this is the first time we’re alone because of appointments we both had to attend. He had a meeting with his lawyer earlier today regarding the new program, and that somehow lessens the guilt. He will transfer away from this place, getting a chance to live a normal life again despite everything he has endured. And I? I will be left here, but not for long.
With my fingertips, I slowly follow the designs on his tattoos, the intricate patterns so beautiful and captivating. His body trembles when I trace my fingers around the eagle surrounded by flames, and he nuzzles his face into my hair, inhaling my fragrance. Taking a brief respite from my everyday life, I allow myself to imagine a world where love and joy are commonplace. However, I know that such a world doesn’t truly exist for me.
“What happened here?”
I sit up straight and fix my gaze on him as I ask, feeling his skin uneven beneath my touch. I’ve been curious about the scar hidden beneath the tattoo on his body since we first met in the bathroom. God, it feels like such a long time ago when our broken pasts were mended into one without us knowing it. Knowing this makes me feel terrified, but for the first time, there is a chance I can accept it. Maybe I don’t have to escape, maybe I should give in even if it’s terrifying, even if it breaks my heart. I don’t deserve a happy ending, not since I started plotting my revenge at the age of seven. Even then, I was a twisted person, and I’ve only become more twisted over the years.
