“Fuck me,” I barely whispered onto his lips as if it were a secret between the two of us. Laying his head against mine, I stared into his eyes as he slid into me to the hilt. His cock felt amazing, and though my body felt as if it were crumbling, it also felt as if it was being pieced back together.
One hand slipped from my ass to my head as he gripped my hair, pulling it taut against my scalp. It burned, but it was a delicious burn. A foreign one not meant to feel good but did. My head tipped back against the tile as he pierced my skin with his teeth. His cock slipped in and out at a scary pace, and just when I was afraid I was going to die from pleasure, I came spiraling into a deep, deep darkness. My body hummed as he continued his assault on my body.
“I fucking love you, I love this sweet cunt, and I love those deep brown eyes as they smile at me when you come…” He growled into my skin. My tits rubbed against his chest, pushing me into overdrive. I wanted more, so much more.
“Stop,” I begged, pulling away from him. I wanted to watch him when he took me. Shutting the water off, I slipped from his touch as I watched his face form into confusion.
“I want to watch you take me. Own me,” I said quietly as I slipped from the shower and over to the counter top of the sink. A huge mirror was against the wall, and when I leaned over it and looked at him in the mirror, I watched his face light up in the excitement.
“I’ll take you, I’ll own you. I’ll make you whole again, Piccolo…” His voice was on the verge of losing its gentleness, and I wanted it. I wanted the roughness. I wanted the hate and madness between the two of us to be swept away in the caresses, kisses, and bites. Sliding in behind me, I watched him in the mirror as he centered himself at my entrance.
“You better hold on, baby,” was all he said as he pushed into me with sheer force. My nipples scraped across the counter top with every push into my body, and my eyes locked with his in the mirror as my teeth bit my lip to stifle my moans.
“Come on now—let that pussycat purr,” he said, His tongue glided against my back as he gripped my hips harder than ever.
His dirty words pushed me over the edge and I couldn’t hold in the pleasure anymore. “Ahhhh….” I mewled over and over again.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said between clenched teeth as a muscle in his jaw thrummed to life. I knew even he was holding back and I hated it. I wanted him. All of him.
“Fuck me, Zerro. Fuck me like you love me. Fuck me like your kiss is the last I will ever receive.” Raising his eyebrow at me, a smile twitched on his lips. My blood sang, and the next thing I knew, I was flipped around sitting on the counter top, and he was fucking me, lifting me up to impale myself on his dick.
“Take it. All of it. Own me,” he whispered as his dick pushed against my back wall. My muscles clamped around him and my body tingled with pulses of pleasure. My eyes drifted closed.
“Open your eyes,” he growled. He wrapped his hand around my throat to force my face upward and my eyes open. Hesitantly, I open them just to watch his beautiful body on the verge of its own pleasure. His muscles were taut, and the dips and valleys of his muscles clenched together as he shoved into me once more.
A hiss escaped his lips as he gripped me hard, his seed filling me. His touch told me he was holding on for dear life, afraid I would slip away.
Pulling out of me slowly, I winced. My insides were a mushy mess, as was my heart and mind. My face was downcast as his fingers lifted my face up to his. “Run all you want, Piccolo. Run wherever your little legs can carry you, but realize I will always come for you. I will always find you, and I will always claim you as mine.”
His words crept into my mind as I watched him reach for a towel and wrap it around himself. He left without another single word said. I wasn’t sure what was meant by his words, but I knew there was no running from whatever it was we had. He would hunt me down and bring me back to him. He was right—the only thing to ever flourish from this life was death and he would be the death of me.
Bree
Even after sitting in the shower until it ran cold against my skin I still didn’t know what to think, what to say or how to feel. I wanted to hate Zerro, I wanted to see him drown in his own blood, but there was something more. It was as if he anchored me to the ground. Kept me sane enough to push through this mess, even if it was half his fault.
Whoever John truly was, it was a mystery. I knew John had killed Zerro’s mom the moment I walked into the house. I had every intention of confronting him, but never was given the chance.
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. He was probably coming to make sure I hadn’t offed myself. I wasn’t that dumb, I didn’t want to die. I had come this far, and to throw it all away with a bullet to the head would be pointless.
“Jared wants to talk to you,” Zerro said gruffly, his voice like warm honey to my body. My body responded to him even when I didn’t want it to.
“Okay,” I simply said pulling the bathroom door open so I could get some clothes. A shirt and pair of sweat pants sat on the bed. No panties and no bra? Hmm… Just the way Zerro liked his women, I’m sure. Not that it really mattered. I was betting they weren’t expecting me.