With a curse, I rip my cock free from the tight, hot confines of her pussy and take a step back. The belt drops from my fist and she collapses face forward on the bed, dragging in gulping breaths as she coughs and wheezes.
The sight of her like this… bent over, legs spread, arms bound by her own panties, my belt around her throat, bruises covering her ass and thighs.
I start to shake.What the fuck am I doing?I rake a hand through my hair, gripping the longer strands and yanking hard. My chest collapses in on itself.
Why did she have to leave? Why did she say those things? My eyes burn. She was supposed to be mine and I… She was supposed to want me enough to let me be hers too.
The marks left by my abuse don’t make me feel better. They only piss me off even more. Why did she have to make me do this? Why did she have to be a fucking liar?
People say passion burns hot.
No one ever warned me that falling in love was like stepping into the fire and letting your skin melt from your bones.
No one ever told me it would hurt.
“I fucking hate you.” The words are quiet, ripped from my throat in a hoarse whisper. I’ve never said anything that is both a truth and a lie.
Juliet stiffens on the mattress and slowly, so infinitely slowly, she turns her cheek. Tear tracks are practically branded into her face. The circle of an already forming bruise laces around her throat. I expect to see my hatred returned to me. Instead, she merely looks at me with an empty kind of hopelessness.
As if the words I’ve spoken are the worst thing I could have thrown at her. Not the belt. Not the choking or fucking. But my verbal hatred. Even if it’s a lie and she fucking knows it.
“You hate me?” Her voice is nearly gone, as destroyed as mine is. Pink, swollen lips twist into a grotesque sort of smile. A grimace. “Then prove it.” Her challenge is a dagger to my heart. “If you hate me, then finish this and kill me. I’ll believe you hate me then.”
I close my eyes, unable to look her in the face. Despite all of the turmoil rolling through me, my cock hasn’t gone down. It remains standing at attention, practically begging me to take her again.
Stepping up against her backside again, I grip her ass and spread her open. I’m coated in her juices, my length practically shining as I stroke it up and down her crack, leaving a trail of wetness behind. My eyes lock on that secret dark place between her cheeks. Her asshole is smaller than her pussy. It’s going to hurt because we never got around to prepping her with a plug.
Had I been given the chance, I would’ve worked her up to this. I would’ve spent hours worshiping her ass, lubing her up, rimming her with small plugs and moving her up gradually to larger and larger ones until she was well and truly prepared for my cock in this tiny hole. Time, however, has never been on our side.
“We never got this far,” I whisper, my voice incapable of going any higher as I fit the head of my shaft to the small dark hole of her ass. “But if you’re serious… then this is it. You want me to prove my hatred, baby? I can do that. But you should know, this is only a small fraction of the pain you gave me.”
I stroke my cock back and forth between her scalding hot ass cheeks. No matter what I do, this is still going to hurt. Me. Her. Both of us. But even as angry as I am, there needs to be something to loosen the fit of my cock in her ass. So, I stroke my cock and I imagine what it would’ve been like had she stayed—if she’d meant every word.
It doesn’t take long, I fist the base and grunt as I come. Jets of white cum, thick and dripping shoot out onto her skin. Keeping her ass in my hands, spreading her cheeks wide, I part my lips and let a long stream of saliva fall right over her dark hole, joining my cum.
Then, I push a finger through the mess and right against her asshole. Her spine straightens as I finger her hole, rimming the tiny place before I ruthlessly send the mixture into her. First one finger—right to the knuckle—then all the way back out. A second finger soon follows. I scissor them apart.
Juliet makes a startled noise, her body bowing in anticipation, and a part of me considers warning her against it. Resistance will only make it hurt that much more. I stare down at her ass as I press a third finger in to stretch her further. A little bit of spit and cum won’t make this easy, but hopefully it’ll keep her from tearing. Because as much as I fucking hate her… I think she might also be right.
I still love her too.
Can you hate someone and love them at the same time?
The first tear falls from my eyes as I withdraw my fingers and push forward. There should be time between my first climax and now, but no matter how many times I take her, my cock is always ready for her. It has never been like this for anyone else. No one else has ever been my Juliet.
The slide is slow and painful. She splits open, a pained groan echoing from her. I grit my teeth and grip her tighter. Each inch gained tightens her around me more. The wetness of her cunt juices dries up quickly, making the act harder and arduous than it would have been had she been prepared to take me here.
Hovering over her as I am, I let a fresh stream of saliva dribble down as my cock enters her darkest hole, trying to ease my way inside even as I want us both to hurt and hate this. I want this to be a reminder of what we could have had—with the others, we could have made this so much better for her. We would have worshipped at her altar, taking care of her, easing her, preparing her to take us all. Now, all we have left is pain and betrayal.
She twists on the mattress, back and forth. Does she regret her challenge now? “Lex.” Juliet’s whimper stabs into my ears as she calls my name. She doesn’t tell me to stop anymore, not even when I know that it hurts her. The second tear falls, sliding down my face. “Lex. You’re… It’s too big.Oh, God…”
She moans. Fuck, of course she does. I knew she’d like my cock in her ass. Nolan had said she seemed open to the idea. I didn’t know how much. Even in pain, she likes it. And here I am—fucking her and breaking apart with each burning inch.
I finish the excruciating task of shoving my cock deep into her asshole until her ass cheeks meet my hips once more. Sweat dots my forehead, slides down my spine.
It’s tighter than any hole I’ve ever fucked. Squeezing me harder than any fist. The slide backwards is both alleviating and just as painful as entering her. I can feel her soft pants, feel the physical relief of her body as she thinks that’s the end. It’s not.
My second thrust tells her the truth. This is it. I won’t be finishing until I find my final climax in the dark recesses of her body, until I mark her the way no one ever has.
