Seize, Page 5

  “How can I, when you just admitted that you’re going to show them pictures of me against my will?”

  “Because I’m doing this for you,” I growl, crawling onto the bed, sitting down between her legs.

  My heart hurts when she looks at me the way she does right now, as if I’m some kind of sick bastard. Maybe I am, but this sick bastard is doing everything in his power to keep her safe. “I have to make them believe that you’re in there, so they’ll stop looking for you. So they know that I have everything under control.”

  “So you’ll be safe and you can go on with them and their petty killing jobs like it’s the normal thing to do,” she scoffs.

  My blood is boiling. I lean over to grab her hair and pull it back, making her scream in pain as I force her to look me in the eye. I’m right in front of her, our noses almost touching, trying to make her see through all the darkness that shrouds me.

  “I don’t want to do this, Miss Carrigan, but I must. I will make them pay when the time comes, but that time hasn’t arrived. Yet. It takes time to conceive a plan; it needs to be nurtured and fully grown before it can be set into action. However, I require that you obey me in order for it to work. Will you trust me on this?”

  She bites her lip, which makes me want to press my lips on hers. However, I’m not done yet. I need her to know that I’m not the worst guy of the bunch.

  “Trust me with your body, your life, your heart, Miss Carrigan. Trust me when I say that I need you and that I will do everything in my power to fix this.”

  Her eyes grow tired, her lids lowering. The way her lips quiver sets my body on fire with the desire to give her love. I can’t resist anymore. I smash my lips onto hers and taste her sweet, drugging nectar. The kiss is bittersweet, laced with pain, love, hatred, and desire. I want to cherish her; she wants to kill me. However contradicting, I will change it. She will come to need these desperate kisses the way that I crave her delicious lips.

  I kiss her deeply, suckling her lips greedily. I don’t deny the fact that I need this. I’ve always needed her. Ever since I met her, the way that she looked at me, her innocence, broke me. The day I looked at her was the day that I knew everything would change. I could no longer stand by idly and watch them use and abuse anything and everything that walked this earth. She opened my eyes and made me believe that I could stop it all. That I could save her, that she could be the first to survive. It was all I needed to know; it was time to put my foot down and set my ideas into motion. It all clicked into place. She was the reason, the source of my conviction.

  And still, she continues to provide me with unending strength to persist.

  My kisses become fiercer with every swipe of my tongue. Her lips part as I lick the seam of her mouth, allowing me to probe her mouth. My cock thumps in my pants, provoked by her intoxicating taste. Her breathing has stopped, her mouth moving along with mine. She’s kissing me back. She’s stopped fighting the desire and given in to the urge to feel loved. I can give it all to her, if only she’d let me in. If only she’d let me control her world, she would be at peace one day.

  As my mouth retreats from hers to grant her some air, she opens her eyes and looks at me. Glossy and full, her eyes make me smile. I cup her cheek and caress her, appreciating her beautiful swollen lips.

  Her lips part, but only a whimper comes out. A muffled laugh slips from my lips. “You mean to say ‘Wow’?”

  Her gaze immediately tenses, growing bolder as she fights the release of her heart. I know that she craves to hand it over, to let me guide her into bliss, but she’s still afraid. Smiling, I slip my finger down her lips, letting it slide down her sternum to her ripped dress.

  “Your pretty dress is completely wasted thanks to that run you did in the forest.”

  “Your fault,” she growls.

  “Correct.” I grin. “I’ll buy you five new ones.”

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” she says.

  “What do you want me to say? Sorry?” I snort. “You wouldn’t believe me, even if I said the word.”

  “You’re right, I wouldn’t. You aren’t sorry. You only feel bad for not catching me sooner. For not being able to avoid getting shot by one of your buddies.”

  I hate it when she uses that word, as if I’m best friends with those foul beings.

  So I let my anger out on her dress. I grasp the straps of her dress and rip them.

  “They are not my buddies.”

  I tear the dress through the middle, all the way down to her pussy, severing it completely.

  “And I’m not angry for being hit by a bullet. If anything, it proves that I care more about your life than I do about mine.”

  She swallows as I push the fabric away from her skin, exposing her bareness.

  “I know you don’t believe me when I say that I want you, that I don’t want you in their hands, and that I’d like to keep you safe,” I say, palming her breast and squeezing it.

  My finger draws a line across her nipple until it’s peaked. Circling around it slowly calms me down, but it riles her up almost to the point of arching her body to meet my touch. I bite my lip as I watch her writhe underneath me, desperate and defiant at the same time. I love watching her resistance crumble.

  “I’m not going to tell you with words how much I need you to forgive me, Miss Carrigan,” I say with a husky voice. “I’m going to show you.”

  My fingers touch her feet, tickling her, traveling up to her legs. She’s doing her best to remain calm as I move up her thighs, crafting a path right beside her pussy while carefully avoiding it on purpose. Her brows draw together as I work my way up her belly, caressing her sides before I reach her tits. My finger starts circling at the base, narrowing as it slides closer to her nipple. Right when I hit the peak, she sucks in a breath. A smile forms on my lips as I slowly unravel her every nerve. Goosebumps scatter on her skin as I adore her with just a simple touch. One finger is all it takes to unwind her, to open her up. This time, claiming her body will be slow and agonizing for her, to the point of wanting to give up. But I won’t … not until she surrenders her heart to me.

  “You are beautiful … Do you realize that?”

  She sighs. “How am I supposed to answer that?”

  “You could say ‘thank you’.”

  “Or I could say ‘you’re only trying to make me feel better so it’s easier’.”

  “Hmm … That’s not what I’m doing.” I let my finger drift down her body again, stopping right before her sensitive spot. “What I’m actually doing is telling you, showing you, how I really feel.”

  I lean over her to kiss her sternum, my lips dragging a path to her nipple. As she gasps, I place my mouth over her peak and suck, hard. She can’t stop the soft moan from escaping her mouth, but I hear it. With her frown and her pouty lips, she makes me laugh.

  “Keep trying to tell yourself that you don’t like this,” I whisper, planting another kiss on her skin.

  “Uhuh …” she murmurs.

  I breathe out through my mouth, swiping hot air over her body, causing her to buck. Her fist is clamped around her restraints, squeezing hard as I suck her other tit. Then I move down toward her belly. My tongue darts out to play along, uncontrolled, desiring to taste her sweetness, her hot, luscious wetness. One quick swivel of my tongue through her slit and she’s breathing lust. Her panting fills the room, heating me up. My cock bounces up and down in my pants, but I won’t let the beast out yet. Today is all about control, which means controlling my own desires as well. When I dip my tongue inside her, she squirms, burying the right side of her face into the pillow.

  “Now … this isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, is it?”

  “Screw … you …” she mumbles between moans.

  I laugh. “Good little fairy, admit that you’re aching for me. That you’re desperately fighting the need to trust me and let me love you.”

  “No …”

  “Yes.” I breathe hot air onto her clit, making
it more engorged. “You. Need. Me.”

  I kiss her pussy, licking deeply, harder, faster, until she’s gasping for air. Her chest rises each time I suck, her thighs moving with my rhythm.

  “Oh, shit …” she murmurs.

  “How does it feel with the butt plug in your ass? Does your pussy tighten from it? I bet you’re going to come so hard.” I grin against her skin.

  She groans, still trying to fight the inevitable.

  “Yes, come for me. I want to feel you come all over my tongue,” I say, lapping her up.

  “No …” she whispers, a moan following straight after.

  “Don’t fight it. Come. Now.”

  I feel her tense up, her clit thumping underneath my tongue. I move down to her pussy and probe her, swiping my tongue up and down her slit. Her moans come out with ragged breaths as her body begins to convulse underneath me. She trembles from the violent shocks coursing through her body, setting her on fire.

  It’s then that I let my mouth drift to her thigh and bite her.

  Accompanying Song: “Body Electric” by Lana Del Rey

  Room 569. Providence, Rhode Island – June 3nd, 2013

  She screams out in pain as I sink my teeth into her flesh until I draw blood.

  “Fuck!” she yells. “What in the hell?”

  “Hmm …” I retract my teeth and kiss her swollen flesh, suckling up the blood. The metallic taste fills my mouth with pure desire. God¸ she tastes so good.

  “You bit me!” She fights the restraints around her wrists and ankles.

  “I got carried away at the moment,” I muse, licking my lips. “But damn, you taste like heaven. I’m dying for more.”

  “No,” she says, drawing her knees together to close herself from me.

  I push her legs apart, admiring the mark on her thigh. “Do not close your legs from me.”

  She whimpers, her lips quivering.

  My gaze softens, and I stroke her bite with my finger. “There, there. It doesn’t hurt that badly, now does it?”

  She nods.

  “No, that’s just the fear speaking. In reality, you don’t feel anything but arousal.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yes, it is,” I say. “But you won’t admit that you like this. That you love the pain. That you came harder because I bit you.”

  She shakes her head, biting her lip to keep the tears from running down her face. This is intense, I have to admit, but I can clearly tell from her flushed face and trembling body that it was good. I press one finger onto her clit, which still thumps. She squirms.

  “See?” I say. “You liked it.”

  “But you bit me …”

  “So? Who says that is wrong? Does it kill you? Is it permanent?”

  “No …”

  “Then stop letting your morals make the judgment for you.”

  I lean down to kiss her belly again, moving up toward her sternum.

  “Experience the sensations flowing through your body, love the ecstasy that comes with pain.”

  I place my mouth over hers and let my lips roam free. I lick her lips, my tongue probing at hers, wanting her to taste her own blood. Then I sink my teeth into her lip, causing her to bleed again. She winces but doesn’t cry out this time. Just a simple gasp and then there is a drop, rolling down her chin. With a gleam in my eyes, I gaze at her, and then make her watch me lick it up. I clean her with my tongue until there’s nothing left, and then kiss her again, unable to control my urges.

  “Fuck …” I whisper into her mouth. “You like it when I hurt you. Tell me. You like to see it.”

  “Yes …” It comes out in a soft, barely audible whisper.

  “Do you trust me?” I whisper. “I bring the pain with love, but I won’t harm you.”

  She stops breathing for a second. I lean up, looking her in the eye. They’re filled with regret and guilt. She averts her eyes, frowning. I guess she’s still mad at herself for liking this.

  “Stop,” I say. “Look at me.”

  She does what I say, and when her beautiful eyes stare into mine, I’m momentarily at a loss of words. Jesus, that this woman is mine is still unbelievable. That I took her and claimed her as my own is like a dream. But she has to want it too, and until she does, everything is laced in poison.

  I get up on my knees and bring my finger to my mouth. Not thinking about it, I sink my teeth into my own flesh and bite down, hard. The sharp pain that comes with the blood is a meager relief, because I want to hurt myself even more after realizing how much of a monster I’ve become. Still, I hope to make her love me. To change myself in a way that makes it possible for her to love me … to change her in a way that makes her see that she’s not so different from me.

  “What are you doing?” she says, her eyes growing big at the sight of my blood.

  Drops roll down my finger as I take my finger from my mouth. I bring it to her lips, smearing it on her. “Taste me.”

  Her brows draw together, a scowl forming on her face.

  “I made you bleed. I tasted you. I want you to be able to experience things the way I experience them. See it through my eyes,” I say, pushing my finger into her mouth a bit, but not forcing it. “You bleed, I bleed. I taste, you taste.”

  “Why?” she says. “Why do you want me to be like you?”

  “I don’t want you to. I want you to experience before you judge, and I want to give you a chance to do the same thing to me as I do to you, so it’s equal. So you’ll learn to trust me again.”

  She closes her eyes, sighing.

  Then she parts her lips. A thin smile forms on my lips as I let my finger slide into her mouth and feel her tongue wrap around it. When she starts sucking, I almost come undone right there. I groan as her tongue swivels across my finger, suckling up my blood. This is so sexy; I can barely stop myself from taking out my cock and stuffing it in her mouth instead. But I won’t. Not today. Today I will make her smile again.

  Slowly, my finger eases out of her mouth, swiping up with the curve of her lips, forming a gentle smile. I yearn to appreciate that smile. Live to see her beauty reborn.

  “My little fairy,” I say, leaning over to kiss her.

  I taste my own blood in her mouth and taste her delicious lust from her tongue searching for mine. I give her everything I have in me. Every bit of my soul that I have left I give to her. Even if she refuses me, I will give her whatever is left of me.

  As my tongue swivels around hers, my fingers find their way back to her pussy, sliding through her wetness, wanting to make her come again. Lost in the moment with her, kissing her like there’s no tomorrow, I bring her to the edge again. I ache to see that look on her face, the moment she falls apart in my hands, and I claim it as mine. Her scrunched-up face of ecstasy is a cure for my wounded soul.

  “Yes … give it to me,” I say.

  She comes while kissing me. Moans fill my mouth, her body quivering from the convulsions. Her body scorches me, sweat dripping from my forehead as I keep going, unable to stop myself from wanting more. More. It’s not enough. Her flush isn’t red enough, her lips aren’t swollen enough, her pussy isn’t sated enough. So I keep flicking her nub, keep sliding my fingers into her, filling her with my need. She comes and comes, two, three, four times, maybe even five. I’ve lost count, but I’ve not lost the will to go on until she’s satisfied. Until she’s given me everything. Her body, her soul, her mind. And even her heart.

  “Stop …” she murmurs.

  I lick her skin, letting my tongue slide down her neck so I can bite her shoulder again. She moans when I sink my teeth into her flesh.

  “Do you not like it?” I ask between nibbles.

  “Yes …but …”

  My cock bounces up and down from that word. God, yes, how many times have I’ve longed for that word to spill from her lips. Yes.

  “It’s too good,” she says, groaning.

  “Hmmm …” I grin. “Time to make it even better then.”

  I lean up an
d rip down my zipper, taking out my cock. She slams her mouth shut when she feels me probe her entrance with it.

  “No …”

  “Don’t tell me that you don’t want this. After all those orgasms, your body is so ready for me,” I say with a low voice, the desire to fuck her taking over.

  “It’s wrong,” she says.

  “Wrong only makes it good, little fairy,” I muse, swiping my cock up and down her pussy, coating it with her wetness. “Let me pleasure you more.”

  I slowly ease myself into her, giving her time to adjust to the plug in her ass and me together. Her mouth is wide open as I push myself in until the base. I groan from the delicious pressure squeezing my cock. Then I start moving. Sensual, slow strokes rocking back and forth between her legs. I watch my cock dip in and out of her pussy—a deep, animalistic need dominating my every thrust.

  “How does it feel?” I ask, rolling my hips back and forth.

  She makes a face but bites her lip, too, a sign to me that she’s enjoying herself. “Tell me.”

  “Full,” she says.

  I smack her tit and she yelps. “Not good enough.”

  “What do you want me to say? That it hurts?” she yells.

  “Yes, tell me everything you feel, what you think, what you want,” I say, thrusting hard. “Tell me fucking everything.”

  Each word is another thrust. A tear forms in the corner of her eye, but she blinks it away. I pinch her nipple and tug her closer, bringing her as far as she can go with the restraints on her wrists. She cries out in pain, but I know it’s from arousal, too. Her pussy is clamping all around my cock. Love it.

  “Keep screaming, fairy. Let go in the pain.”

  I let go of her nipple, and she falls back onto the bed, only to be smacked again. I repeat this process over and over, applying pressure to each nipple before releasing it again and slapping some heat into it. Her screams turn into moans and then I feel her clench again.

  “I’m going to …”