With one firm hand, I guided Maximus’s cock into me, which elicited a lustful groan out of him. I didn’t feel any pain, I didn’t feel much of anything except a surge of energy spreading apart my insides. I kissed him violently and gyrated my hips into a fast, steady rhythm, which caused more of his moaning to fil my mouth.
He tried to pul back and, gasping for breath and not wanting to come just yet, he pleaded, “Slow down.”
I laughed to myself and raked my nails down his chest now. Harder.
“Ow,” he cried out, and dipped his chin to exam his chest where three bleeding lines were apparent.
I leaned forward and cackled in his ear. “Pussy.”
He paused at that for a second.
“Who are you?” he whispered.
I lifted my head and stared at him, my thrusting slowing down.
“Who do you want me to be?” I answered.
He frowned and I felt another surge sweep through me, pushing my control to the outer edges of my mind. I almost said I was sorry but it didn’t come out in time and I took a swipe at his face with my hand. I left four scratches behind that slowly began to seep blood from his cheekbone.
Grinning at his shock and the damage I inflicted, I lifted my other arm. I knew I could do better. He deserved better.
They all did.
Before I could do anything, though, his arm shot up and gripped my wrist so tightly that my hand folded open like a limp flower.
“That’s enough,” he growled, and with all of his strength he flipped me over so he was on top. I squirmed beneath him and had the idea that if I wanted to, I could throw him clear across the room. But something inside made me relent and the fire inside began to smolder as I felt control and reality flow back through my muscles.
We were both breathing hard, our faces nearly touching, his eyes sparkled with conflict as they looked into mine.
The blood began to gather at the middle of the cuts on his face and chest, threatening to drip onto me. It made me feel a bit sick, something I hadn’t felt when I was administering the damage.
“I’m all for fun, Perry,” he said. “But sometimes I like to play nice too.”
He gave me a small smile. The raise in his cheeks caused a drop of blood to fal on my own face. I grimaced and my face grew flush from embarrassment instead of lust.
What the fuck had just gotten into me?
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. I was ashamed.
“Darlin,’ no apologies. Different fucks for different ducks, as they say. Let’s just...be nicer to each other. Take it slower.”
He took his thumb and wiped away the splash of his blood on my cheek. “Now we’re even.”
I managed to laugh at that. Then he kissed me and we started all over again. The rush of anger and the uncontrol able surges of power I felt earlier were merciful y kept at bay. We took it slower this time. I couldn’t come because I was too afraid to let go this time around but it was nice. And something I desperately needed. Who knew that lack of sex would lead to violence? But the slower pace seemed to satisfy him, as he ultimately came in torrents. As he pul ed out, peeled off the ful condom and lay down on the sheets beside me, I made a mental note not to go so long without getting laid.
Before I got too comfortable I hopped out of bed and did an awkward, naked scurry out of his bedroom and into the hal way, where I grabbed my bag and quickly slipped on my pajamas in the bathroom.
By the time I came back into the bedroom, Maximus was deep under the covers and snoring slightly. Figures.
I got in beside him and turned my body in his direction, wanting to feel safe and close. As the traffic continued outside on the I-5, I fel asleep with a sense of bewilderment and a smirk of satisfaction on my face.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
My mind was a swirling pool of oil and shadows. I opened my eyes in time for a cold, wet breeze to brush against my face. It was the dead of night and I was standing on the same alcove by the river where Maximus and I had first made out. Only now I was standing on the thick, stone railing that lined the edge. The river sparkled in the dark ebb and flow beneath my bare feet. In the distance there was a clanging of church bel s that never ceased.
“You want to lose control.”
I careful y turned my head to the side without upsetting my balance. Abby was standing a few feet away, leaning forward on the cool stone, dressed in only a light pink sundress that ruffled in the winter breeze. She was looking down at the river; her eyes matched the water, dark pools of obsidian.
“You could just jump in, you know?”
“I’m dreaming,” I said thickly, my voice sounding like it was coming from far away.
“You’l have all the time in the world to dream when you’re dead.”
She lifted her head and I saw that her eyes weren’t black. They just weren’t there. Like the pig’s head, her eyebal s were gone, leaving only dark, roughly cut sockets behind.
“What do you want from me?” I asked her in my surreal state. My tongue stil felt swol en and too big to move. It was then I realized my body had moved one inch closer to the edge of the railing. I was moving without realizing it.
“We want you,” she said simply. Her voice hummed like electrical wires.
“Who is we?” I went an inch closer and my stomach churned.
She walked over in her white heels that made a sharp noise with each footfal , even though she was floating a few inches above the ground. She stopped and looked back at the river. The clanging of the bel s was growing louder.
“I don’t know his name…”