"No, please," she whispers, my weak little bird once more.
I take hold of her shoulders and push her up against the wall, caging her body with mine. I can feel blood running over my face and down my neck, but I don't give a shit.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I tell her. "I'm going to hurt that pussy until you never have a doubt about who it belongs to ever again."
"Please." She sounds so fucking broken. I can't wait to make it worse.
"Tell me how much you loved it," I taunt her. "I know I did. Cutting into your face made me so goddamn hard. Not because it hurt you. Because I knew you’d think of me every single time you saw your reflection. You can never escape me, Dove. Never. I'll always be here..."
I tap my fingers against her temples and she looks up at me, no longer the timid, intimidated Dove Canterbury she was when I first brought her in here.
"I loved it," she whispers. "I fucking love seeing you bleed."
I crush my lips against hers the moment those words leave her mouth. I kiss her hard, my blood smearing her face, punishing her for every second we were separated. My cock hardens between us, throbbing, pressing against her with a silent demand to be noticed, to be touched. She doesn't ignore it. Her trembling fingers find their way to my zipper and belt, pulling, freeing my cock. She gasps when she wraps her palm around it, jerking me hard and fast until I'm groaning her name, ready to fucking burst.
"Not yet," I tell her roughly. "I'm going to fuck you first. You want that cock inside you, don't you?"
"Yes," she nods eagerly, burning desire in her eyes. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to give me everything, I want it all, Nox."
"Fuck, little bird." I grab her by the waist and she shrieks as I carry her back to the bed. I lay her down gently and kneel between her legs. She's still fucking naked and I've never been more tempted in my life. I'll fuck her soon, but not before I taste the sweet sugar of her cunt.
I start licking her, filling my mouth with her taste as it mixes with the metallic taste of my own blood. She's a moaning, whimpering mess in seconds. I know how to eat a girl out, and my favorite toy is about to realize she's never had it better.
Burrowing my face between her creamy thighs, I get my fill of her essence until she's gasping for breath as much as I am.
"Please," she begs. "Please, fuck me! I can't take this, it's torture."
With a grunt, I pull myself to my knees. I place my cock on her belly, just to show her how deep inside I'm going to go. "See that, little bird? My cock's too fucking big for you. Are you going to cry for me?"
A couple of drops of blood fall on her perfect skin and she shivers. "Yes. I'll cry. I'll do anything you fucking want."
"You better mean it, little bird."
I take hold of her legs and lift them, parting them wide, my cock throbbing at the sight of her blood-stained pussy. With one long push, I sink my cock balls deep inside her drippy little cunt. She gasps when I do, but it soon turns into a moan as I start rocking my hips inside her, making her wetter and wetter with each thrust of my powerful hips. God, I could spend an eternity doing this, torturing her. She feels so damn good on my cock. Dove is so beautiful when she's falling apart.
"I can't," she whispers brokenly. "I need to come."
"No fucking coming," I hiss. "Not yet. Not until you're ripe for it."
She whimpers as my hand finds her throat. Clenching my fist around her swan-like neck feels so fucking good I almost burst on the goddamn spot. I could fill her right now. Pump her full of my seed, not giving a shit that she's not on protection. Just fuck my cum so deep inside her we'll both know she's pregnant by the time I'm done.
I want to.
But I want her to beg for it first.
"You want it like this?" I ask her. "Raw, without anything between us? Is that what you want, Dove?"
"Yes," she begs. "Please, that's what I want, keep going, keep fucking me."
"Sick little bitch," I grunt. "You loved hurting me, didn't you?"
"You deserved it," she admits.
"Fuck yes." I pump inside her harder, losing all inhibition as I get closer and closer, but pull back before it’s too late.
No way am I letting myself come yet.
I'm going to keep torturing my little bird.
That's what she was made for, after all.
Chapter 30
Dove
He's fucking me like this is his mission on the planet – to make me submit using his hands, his voice and his cock, and nothing fucking else. I'm a mess in seconds, still reeling from what he made me do to him. The wound on his face is dripping with blood and I know it needs stitches, but neither of us is stopping to get him to a hospital.