Chapter Seven

Benecio

The boy threw me, so did her empty gaze and fractured movements. Her fight for her son opened parts of me that should have remained closed. And now she stared up at me, as I’d demanded, and I fucking hated it. Tamatha wasn’t with me, and her ability to escape what was between us punched me in the gut. I fucking killed for her. Saved her son. I was her knight in shiny fucking armor, and she gagged on my cock, tears pooling in her eyes, but otherwise may have been a lifeless doll. How the hell was I supposed to fuck her mouth if she didn’t fight it, or at least act like she could handle it? I needed her in ways I couldn’t even explain, but this was not it.

I’d never wanted to control a woman the way I wanted to now.

I wanted fear in her eyes, along with adoration. I needed to see her struggle to please me, accept everything I threw at her, and survive on the other end. The reasons why I needed her to do this whispered through my brain, but pleasure jerked me back to the present. Her velvet tongue danced under my cock like a fucking porn star, saliva dripped down over her chin, and the glossy sheen of my dick disappearing into her mouth was fucking gorgeous. But I hated her eyes. That same, shattered gaze that had made me claim her in the first place now messed with my head. She didn’t want this. It was a job, a perfunctory action to keep her son safe.

Using the tangled grip I had on her hair, I pulled her off my cock and dragged her toward the bed. Her knees slid on the carpet, a hushed sound that drove my lust and anger higher. She wasn’t going to ignore me. I’d had enough being ignored.

“Bene—”

My name was choked to a cry when I crawled up on the bed with her and forced her legs open and up over my shoulders. Her slender fingers tried to hide her pussy from me, but I didn’t care. I hefted her ass until she was balanced on the bed by her shoulders and forced to look up at me, then I bit my way down the insides of her thighs. She hissed against the pain, and it only made my dick harder. I punished her for fighting me, for sinking into her head … for not worshiping me.

I lied to myself about what I wanted from her.

In retribution, I bit her pussy lips hard enough to make her squeal before she slapped at my face. Fucking beautiful. Tamatha’s eyes were alive with anger and pain, but desire was there too. My dirty little whore loved what I did, and it only pushed me further. I let go of one of her succulent ass cheeks and pulled my head back from her cunt just long enough to deliver a stinging slap to her pussy.

“You belong to me,” I forced out. “Fucking mine to do with as I please, and you don’t go to that place in your head when I’m playing with you.”

Her face was red and her lips swollen from swallowing my cock. Her eyes were glittering onyx filled with warring emotions. That’s what I needed—feelings, something real to hold on to. A tangible thread linking us together. I lowered my mouth to her abused flesh, and she clenched around me.

Oh, pretty girl, what I’m going to show you.

Using a broad swipe of my tongue, I licked her from asshole to clit and back down again. The world suspended as her breath locked in her chest. She jerked, eyes wide, and terror filtered through her gaze.

Yes, inferna, I’m going to give you what terrifies you the most.

Tamatha bucked against my mouth, sending the ridge of my teeth against her clit, and she mewled. I sucked the bundle of nerves into my mouth to heighten the ache. My cheeks were hollowed, and I flicked my tongue against her fast. The pleasure would be sharp, painful, and she wouldn’t be able to stand it. Each time I battered her pussy, she tried her best to get out from underneath me, but her position made it hard. I devoured her cunt, fluctuating between fucking her with my tongue or abusing her clit. She whined and cried out, wheezed and tried to get away, but her juices slid down my chin anyway. I held her ass with a punishing grip, digging my fingers into the rounded flesh, knowing I’d leave marks by the time I was finished. And she’d have more to deal with. She thrashed harder, her cries growing louder and faster as I sucked on her. I wanted to swallow every drop of her sweet, musky flavor.

“No, please. Please,” Tamatha begged, and I ignored her.

She would give me this. Her climaxes. Her pleasure. Her pain. Her. Everything belonged to me. I bore down, curling her body into a semicircle and forcing our eyes closer together. It had to be painful, and it delighted me. But her pain enhanced the pleasure. She panted, her clit distended against my tongue, and her gaze was locked on my mouth. I twisted a bit to the side, just enough to expose some of her ass. I had plans for that real estate, and she’d learn to be completely present when I fucked her.

Her eyes went wide—agony, pleasure, and fear morphing into need as she clenched the covers next to her head in a white-knuckled grip and came all over my mouth. Beautiful. I spanked her ass, my hand coming down hard and fast, even as my tongue slapped her clit to drive her higher. She grunted and cried out, caught between exquisite pleasure and pure torture. Her ass was bright-red, and I knew it would be a brilliant shade of purple by tomorrow. She screeched, clawing at the covers, and I chuckled, letting the rumble of the sound slither over her skin. Whatever she thought she’d be able to do, I’d make sure I’d pull out all the stops to show her differently.

I was going to toss her away. She shook violently, and as I pulled back she scrambled to her knees, her gaze begging me to hold her. I reached for her, intending to toss her to the ground and step over her, to show her who ruled this between us and leave her gaping for a purchase behind me. Instead, I dragged her into my arms and fastened my lips to hers. The taste of her, sweet and salty from her breakfast, coated my tongue, mixing with the flavor of her cum. I needed more. I gripped the sides of her face, turned my head, and molded our mouths together. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades as she pulled me closer to her and wrapped her legs around me. Her heart thundered against my chest, and her hips ground against my still rock-hard cock. She was coming still, clinging to me, holding me like a buoy through it all. Fucking idiot I was, I let her—grinding my hips into hers like some teenager, panting into her mouth, and sucking her breaths for needed air.

I released her face and clutched her hips, increasing her gyrations until my cock slipped between the folds of her pussy and kissed her clit. We were necking violently, and I couldn’t stop it. Her naked body quivered against mine—in pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure but hoped it was a mixture of both—and I was trapped. I needed her kiss, her touch, her fear, and the fact that I anchored her. It all drove me higher. I bit the fleshy inside of her bottom lip until I drew blood, too lost to stop myself, punishing her for making me this wild. I should have stepped away. I should have been calmed by having her fear and climax on me. But I fucking needed more.

The knock-kneed, raven-haired prostitute had brought King Midas to his knees.

And I couldn’t stop it. Instead, I laid her on the bed, crawled between her legs, and humped against her. The wet glide of my cock against her slick flesh added to our harsh breathing and sloppy sounds of her kiss. How had I not tasted her before? When her nails scored down my back, my dick wept with the first stirrings of coming, and my balls drew tight.

“Fuck yes,” I broke our kiss long enough to say.

“It’s going to happen again,” she whispered.

Shock and need threaded through her voice, and damned if I didn’t jerk my hips faster. It hurt, yet it felt good, blessed, and cursed. I kissed her harder, sucked her tongue into my mouth and fucked her without being inside her pussy. I swirled my hips until she dug her nails in; the sting was too much for a simple scratch. She drew blood, just like I had on her, and the knowledge sent me dashing off the fucking cliff, and I crashed into the water.

Our gazes locked, and her eyes on me made it so fucking clear. It was bittersweet, twisting my face into a grimace as I pumped thick ropes of cum between our bodies, and she clenched her teeth, holding back a scream. We were ugly in our pleasure, and it seemed fitting. Her face was blotchy, her mouth pinched, her cheeks white. I clung to her, knowing she’d ruined me just as much.

I should have left her on the fucking corner.