He rises from the seat like a coiled animal then, ready to strike, to bite, to leave teeth marks all over my skin and poison my veins with his venom and my stupid heart rejoices at that. That he’s leaving something in my body that will stay with me and it doesn’t even care that it’s poison and that it will kill me slowly.
“There’s no us though, is there?” he growls, the words ripping out of his chest. “That’s the whole point. There will never be an us. Isn’t that why you want me to do this?”
At his word ‘this,’ that hand of his on my thighs moves and his thumb touches the seam of my panties.
For the very first time, and I jump.
I rock in his lap, and staring at me with anger, with lust, he presses that digit into my pussy. In the valley between my lips, making me moan.
“Isn’t it, Fae?” he rasps, watching me. “Isn’t that why you want me to fuck you, here.” He presses his thumb again, his fingers on my face moving too, capturing my jaw and squeezing. “Answer me. Isn’t that why you want me to stick my dick in your not-so-innocent hole? So it all ends tonight.”
My lips part and I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushes his thumb into my core again and somehow finds that exact spot, that bundle of nerves, that makes me whimper and dance on his lap. “So you’ll answer me. You’ll answer me when I ask you. Did he make you cry?”
“What?”
“Did you cry for him, Fae? When he fucked you.”
I shake my head. “N-no.”
“Good. That’s good too,” he says roughly, his fingers squeezing my face again. “Because only I get to make you cry, you understand? Only me. Say it.”
“Only you.”
“Yeah. Me. Only I get to hurt you. I get to make you mad and pink and angry. Only I get to make you dance on my lap. Don’t I?”
And he does. When he flicks at my clit again, rubbing the fabric of my panties over it.
“Yes.”
“Why? Tell me why I get to do that.”
“B-because only you are my villain.”
“Fuck yeah, I am. And you’re my Fae. Mine.”
I claw at his shoulders, at his neck. “I’m not. I don’t want to be.”
“You’ve pissed me off, Fae,” he snaps, his body vibrating against me, his thumb on my clit so urgent and pushy and so freaking maddening. “You’ve pissed me the fuck off and now you’re going to pay for it. You understand what I’m saying to you? I’m going to make you pay for it. I’m going to make you cry.”
His words make me moan. Or maybe it’s his hands, his thumb on my clit that hasn’t quit torturing me.
It could be his eyes too, all dark and aroused and violent and beautiful.
I don’t know what’s making me feel this way. This angsty and lustful and frustrated and eager. All at the same time.
All I know is that I want more of him, more of this even though I shouldn’t want to.
“You know how I’m going to do that? How I’m going to make you cry for me, Fae?”
“H-how?”
“With my dick,” he rasps. “With my big fucking dick. Tell me how big my dick is.”
I can’t tell him anything right now but I try.
I try my hardest. “As big as… my arm.”
“Fuck yeah. My dick is as big as your pretty arm and when I stick it in here.” His thumb makes me see stars at here. “When I pound your fairy pussy with it, it’s going to feel like the first time. It’s going to feel like the first dick you’ve ever had. The first monster dick that was ever crammed into your tiny snatch and you’re going to forget all about your Toby.”
“I —”
“When I fuck you, Fae, it will hurt you but it will feel like magic. And you’ll love it. You’ll love hurting for my dick. You’ll love crying for it. And when you meet that good guy you’re so dying to meet, when he fucks you, your pussy will still hurt for my cock. She’ll still cry for it.”
By the time he finishes, I want all his words to come true. All his lies to become my truth, and this feeling only intensifies when he takes his hands off my body and goes to unzip his jeans. When he pulls his t-shirt up slightly to reveal his cut abs and pushes his jeans down and gets out his dick and I swear to God I want to savor the moment.
I want to look at it, at his cock, at his stomach, his bare skin. I want to memorize everything.
It’s the last time, see. The first and the last.
But I don’t get to do any of that.
Because before I can even blink, he’s pushed my panties aside, exposing me, and then he’s there. At my hole.