I decide I don't know what's scarier, a Maximo who is being languid and easy, not taking the things he does to me seriously, or the focused one with dark intentions in his eyes.
The pressure on my neck increases and I have to gasp for breath. "Did you hear me?" he questions. "I want an answer. Will you be a good girl or do I need to tie you to the dumpster while I fuck you?" He nods his head to the lone industrial dumpster sitting in the back of the alley and bile rises in my throat for multiple reasons.
I quickly shake my head. "No, I'll be good," I tell him and as much as the words pain me, the thought of being tied to a dumpster while I'm being fucked against my will has even less appeal.
"Good," he says, his words slightly different than a moment before, something thicker to his voice. Before I can focus on it for too long, his hands are sliding under my dress, pushing it up until the cool air is touching my legs.
He drops down to his knees and I watch as he studies the scars on my knees from our last encounter. He traces a finger over them before pulling back.
He glances up at me. "Remember you're to be a good girl. Don't run, don't scream." The corner of his eyes wrinkle slightly. "Actually, you can let out a little scream but nothing loud enough to attract attention. I'd hate to have to shoot a random bystander with a hero complex. My brother is already mad at me for burning down that stupid club." Before I can fully process his words or his threat of shooting someone, he's snatching my panties off. My skin burns as the fabric tugs against it before ripping.
He pushes my thighs wider and I try to put my mind elsewhere, focus on something else, escape inside myself like I've done before in the past. But like last time, I have no luck as he drags his fingers along my slit. It's the only warning I get before he shoves two fingers inside of me, hard and rough. I clench my eyes closed, trying to count to 100, I'm not even at four when his fingers start to twist inside of me, and as the bundle of nerves are manipulated, I not only hate Maximo, but I also hate myself.
Because my body is responding.
Again.
Already I can feel the pool of wetness gathering, the release building.
Maximo lets out a dark chuckle as his fingers continue to thrust inside of me. A long swipe of his tongue drags along my clit and I find myself twisting, trying to get away from the pleasurable sensation.
I don't want this.
"See, I told you, I'd make you feel good," he says as he continues to push me closer and closer to the edge.
Tears stream down my cheeks as the inevitable edges. Closer. Euphoria is within my grasp when common sense kicks in. And that's when I do what I know is a mistake, I push Max's head away and run.
I'm a step away when his hand locks around my ankle and this time I do go falling against the ground. Whimpers and sobs take over as the cold ground seeps into my skin and I don't even want to consider the filth I'm lying in.
"Why'd you have to go and make such a stupid mistake, Winter?" It's even scarier when he calls me by my given name instead of the patronizing nickname. "We were right there." I can't see him but I can hear the sound of his zipper being dragged down. "Right on the precipice of greatness, but you just couldn't let us enjoy it, could you?" he asks.
Why are you just laying here? Run, Winter.
But instead of trying to crawl or run away, apologies leave my lips as I try to plead, try to beg him to stop. "I'm... I'm sorry," I whimper, my throat dry. "I'm so sorry," I tell him and I don't even know who I am at this point. I've never been a weak woman, no matter how many times I've had to unwillingly give my body up to strangers, to men I wanted nothing to do with. If anything, it's always made me stronger, made me feel like a survivor.
But with Maximo, I have no choice but to crumble and beg and plead.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it... I... I panicked," I try to reason with an absolute psychopath.
He lets out a small tsk before he leans forward, his hands gripping my chin and forcing me to turn my head to look at him. The moonlight bounces off the side of his face as his dark eyes pierce mine.
"I'm sorry," I apologize again, struggling to get the words out when his firm grip remains locked on my jaw.
He leans forward, his lips barely a centimeter away from mine, his breath so close that I can taste the brandy on it. He gets so close that I think he's going to kiss me, but no that would be too sweet for such a cruel man. Instead, he drags his tongue over my lips, slow and long. Finally he pulls back. "I know you are," he says, his fingers almost caressing my skin. "But you have to learn your lesson." He disappears from my view.
My dress is pushed up even further, the dirty concrete biting in my skin as Max's hands move to my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Fear rips through me when his thumb trails across the puckered hole. He pushes the digit in slightly, the pressure painful. "Later," I hear him mutter before his finger vanishes. There's a brief moment when nothing happens until I feel him spreading my pussy wide and then he's plunging in, hard and deep.
I cry out, my hands scraping against the concrete as I try to get some sort of grounding. I may still be wet from him fingering me, but not enough to ease the pain as he painfully thrusts into me. His hands grab my ass, allowing him a better grip as he continues to slam his hips against me.
My knees begin to burn, the scrapes reopening and new ones forming as the concrete tears into my skin. I cry harder but it doesn't stop Maximo as he continues to mercilessly pound into me. His hand wraps into my hair, pulling until I have no choice but to arc up, putting a deep and agonizing bend in my spine.
"So gorgeous," Maximo drawls as he continues to use my body. "I do wish you would have behaved so I could bring us both pleasure, just like last time. But it's okay, I'm okay. Fucking you just like this is the way it should be." He continues to tell me of his wicked, sick musings. "Maybe I have been too merciful with you up to this point. I shouldn't have let you come last time. And I should have kicked Vito out the first time I found you, or better yet, I should have fucked you right in front of him." He lets out a sick laugh. "I hear he enjoys such acts anyway. And maybe if I let him fuck your mouth while I fucked your sweet little ass, he would have been pacified enough to not run back and tell my brother that I'd broken in his new plaything." His grip on my hair tightens. "As it is, we have now."
He sounds like a complete mad man as he continues to use me. And yet I know that there's even deeper, darker, dirtier layers to him. Layers that I have a feeling I'm going to have to take the brunt of in the future. Already, this time is completely different from the last time. Somehow him shoving his dick down my throat as glass cut into my knees was less invasive. The dismantling of my mind and body was different.
Was it because I complied? I'm a fucking idiot for even trying to run.
"The things I'm going to do to you," he mutters, his voice lower. "God, I'm going to carve my name into your flesh while I fuck every inch of you and then I'm going to lick up every drop of blood, every drop of cum, yours and mine, every single tear you shed. I'm going to feast on them." He thrusts harder into me, so hard that my mouth opens in a silent scream that has my throat burning. "I'm going to absolutely ruin you, il mio mouse."