Savage Heart (Wreck & Ruin 2)

“You hear that?” Hunter growls, a menacing, terrifying edge to his voice. I don’t hear anything except for my ragged breathing. He doesn’t stop fucking me with the knife, even as he climbs onto the bed, placing himself between my parted legs. The pleasure is almost too much.

He leans over me, but he continues to fuck me hard with it. Blinding pleasure and sickening horror run like wild horses through my veins as he slides that handle all the way out only to slam it back in. My pussy clenches around it. “Can you hear how wet you are for me, Snow?”

My heels dig into the mattress, my spine arching as he continues to fuck me. My breath comes out in heavy, uneven pants, my nipples peaking beneath the shirt and my pussy only growing wetter. I hated myself but I need the release. I fucking needed it. My skin feels too tight, a sweat dampening the space between my breasts and across my spine. My wetness coats me between the thighs and I can feel everything growing taunt, ready to snap.

I watch as he shoves down his sweats, revealing his hard cock which he promptly wraps his hand around. It’s painfully tight, fist holding in a grip, and a little thrill goes through me wondering if he’ll fuck me instead of using the knife. I shouldn’t want it, but I do.

He starts to pump his dick in his hand at the same pace he fucks me with the knife. I feel my pleasure coiling, pulling tight and I know I’m close.

I hated him for this.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” My words are breathless, more a moan than a threat, “I’m going to fucking gut you!”

He groans as if I’m talking dirty.

“I dreamed of your pussy, Snow, I dreamed of it every night. When I fucked myself, I thought of how I wanted you the next time we met. When I killed people, it was you inside my head, it was you spread out before me, like a feast that I wanted to devour. Everything I’ve done is for you.”

“I hate you!”

He pumps harder and I don’t mean to, I really don’t, but my orgasm barrels through me, shattering me. I have no chance of hiding it, not when the scream that leaves me echoes louder than any gunshot. My body convulses with each clench of my pussy against the knife. It’s violent and messy.

“That’s fucking right, Snow,” Hunter growls his praise, “Only I can make you feel this fucking good, only me.” He doesn’t stop with the knife but his hand pumps harder against his cock and then he suddenly stills and his hot come hits my stomach and pussy. It slides over my skin, dipping into my folds.

Silence falls as he slides the handle of the knife from me, I wince when it finally leaves me but then I watch him bring the handle towards his mouth, his tongue licking it from top to bottom. He growls approvingly, “Still as divine as I remember,” he muses but I say nothing, not when he places it on the counter and comes back to me, eyes roaming over all the spaces he’s marked me with his come.

He leans forward and I jerk on my restraints, teeth snapping together.

It doesn’t deter him, he continues on, smearing his come into my skin. I have to stifle my gasp as his fingers push through my pussy, smearing it into my flesh.

“We make art together, Snow, don’t you remember?”

“I’ll make art with your body,” I growl, “Hell, I’ll even paint a picture with your blood if you like.”

“Such a vicious little creature,” he smiles, “I think I like you this way.”

“And I hate you in every way.”

For just a moment it looks like my words wound him but then he pulls away from me and exits the room, slamming the door behind him with a resounding thud.

I lay like that for hours, my t-shirt trussed up, my underwear uncomfortably pushed to the side, and a lamp emitting a soft glow around the room. I’m sore from what he had done and his come has since dried and made my skin feel tight. I was desperate for the toilet, and that particular activity was practically begging for a UTI.

Where the fuck had he gone!?

At some point, despite the uncomfortable position and lack of feeling in my hands, I drift in and out of consciousness.

None of this was how it was supposed to go, and the bitter taste of disappointment sits heavily on my tongue.

Hunter had once again claimed all the power between us.