Page 4 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Sebastain

The red haze slowly disappears from my vision as I blink and get my breathing under control. The last thing I remember is her standing in the bathroom doorway smiling, right before she chucked the fucking phone at me. Got to love black out moments.

I take in my surroundings: over turned chairs, broken TV, shattered lamp, the mattress hanging half off its frame.

Well, I’ll be, bitch put up another fight, but why would I expect anything less from her?

From the first day I met her, I knew she was tough.

Maybe not physically, but definitely mentally and she has a knack for throwing things.

A little problematic when the person on the receiving end has blackout rage moments.

Which was already starting to happen when she opened her smart-ass mouth.

Like the antagonist she is, she just kept escalating.

Fuck. Don’t tell me I killed her. That would be the third time that has happened.

They will for sure kill me if I did it again, especially because of the price of her contract.

I stand up still looking around. The second I take a step; I trip on something and nearly fall face first into this disgusting carpet.

I catch myself on the edge of the bed so I don’t faceplant.

Slowly repositioning myself, I turn around to see what it was.

Laying half on her side and half on her back is my Little Devil. She lets out a little groan of pain.

Thank fuck!!

I really wanted to drag her out by her hair kicking and screaming, but given the state of this room, it doesn’t seem it would bode well.

This is a sketchy hole in the wall motel, and I doubt any of the occupants called the police over this noise.

Especially since no police showed up after she was yelling at the three idiots in her room.

Now if I was to drag her out screaming and fighting then someone just might.

I mean I almost got caught at her apartment because of her nosey neighbor calling the police.

I’d rather not risk it and actually get caught.

With a sigh, I crouch down and assess her injuries.

Usually, I don’t care what their condition is when I take them, but what can I say?

She’s special. Nothing seems to be broken and the bandages on her face don’t seem to have acquired a beautiful red color, so it’s safe to say those didn’t reopen.

That’s good for me because stitching has never been my forte.

I gently move her long brown hair completely out of her face.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen her this up-close.

Her face has gotten a little rounder, but still beautiful.

Her tits though, damn! Those got bigger.

I’d say she definitely went from an iffy C to a full D.

Her arms have a little more muscle and fat to them and her waist still looks the same, with a slight hourglass but that pooch has gotten fuller.

I slowly lift her shirt up to her sports bra, revealing all the imperfections.

Fucking hell! Better than when we were first together.

She was never like my other victims. They looked like they walked off a runway or photo shoot. All toned and all imperfections covered or removed. Alley caught me off guard when I saw her in person. It was an automatic attraction for me and not just with her looks.

I run my fingers along her soft belly tracing the stretch marks. The texture of the stretched skin is so much smoother than the skin around it. It’s a hypnotic feeling that I could get lost in for hours. I lean my head close to the deepest mark and run my tongue over it. Sooo fucking good.

Before I get too carried away, I bring her shirt down like a curtain blocking the view of a sunset.

My eyes roam down her legs. The images of them violently shaking as she begged to cum rush into my head, but I need to restrain myself from touching them.

I know if I lay one finger on these perfect legs, I won’t be able to hold myself from settling between her thick thighs and punishing her unconscious body.

Would she wake up begging to cum?

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I finish my inspection and determine the damage is purely cosmetic.

I stand up to get everything collected and cleaned up as fast as possible.

I don’t bother trying to pick her up. My cock is too hard from remembering the three months we had together and the countless years I’ve watched her from a distance.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt her skin on mine or heard her moan behind a gag.

Not to mention being able to watch her cum back-to-back and hear her beg me for mercy.

8 years ago

“Please, I can’t... I can’t” she begs as I continuously massage her G-spot and clit. She’s already come twice but I’m not even close to being done with her.

She tries to pull on her restraints and close her legs, as if that’ll stop me. I just laugh and add more pressure. Each one of her legs are intertwined in mine, so she would have to untangle our limbs to close them.

“Shh Little Devil, you can take it,” I chuckle, licking the shell of her ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.” I kiss the bruise on her neck from where the shock collar was.

I have never heard someone scream so loud in ecstasy while their vocal cords were being electrocuted violently. Fuck she’s a different breed.

“No,” she whispers as she calms her body from having another orgasm. She’s been doing this since we first started having sex. I would love to know what switch is in her head that allows her to have this much control, because I would rip it the fuck out.

“Wrong move, gorgeous,” I growl as I remove my hand from her perfect cunt.

I jolt from under her, feeling the red haze starting at the edge of my vision.

Before she has a chance to open that perfect mouth of hers, I position myself between her thighs and viciously thrust all the way in.

My hand wraps around her throat while the other grips her plush hip, pushing into the bruise I left there from the day prior.

She lets out a silent scream, but I don’t let up.

I need the red haze to go away, so my thrusts become more brutal.

The red has almost completely taken over, but then I feel her walls flutter and start to clamp down.

“Beg, Little Devil.” I thrust harder. “Fucking beg.”

“P-Please, f-fuck, please,” she moans. Her legs are violently shaking.

“Please what,” I grunt as the red starts fading.

“Please can I c-cum?!” She's on the verge of tears. “PLEASE, master!”

“Break for me,” I order her, biting the soft spot under her ear.

That was all it took for her inner walls to clamp down and strangle my cock.

I keep my punishing pace and squeeze her throat so much she can’t breathe.

With a few more thrusts, I come with a groan that causes her body to spasm again.

Fuck, I’m not sure if I will ever get over her ability to have multiple orgasms.

Releasing her throat, she slowly takes in some much needed air. I move both my hands on each side of her head, caging her in. Her amber chocolate eyes stare up at me as a smile dances across her face.

“I think it was the correct move” she taunts seductively.

I slam my lips into hers before the red comes back and I actually fucking kill her. I pry her lips open with my tongue and devour her. She bites down, so I slip my tongue out and bite her bottom lip until she’s moaning. I can feel her inner walls start to flutter again.

Ding ding, round 4, here we go!

I slam the trunk on the car I stole trying to bring myself out of the memories. It was one of our last nights together. I was planning on killing her that time, but she derailed that train. I readjust myself and jog back into the room to tie her up before she wakes.

When I enter the mostly cleaned up room, she’s crawling to the bed to help herself to her feet.

I slowly stalk up to her and kick her good arm, throwing her off balance and causing her to faceplant into the carpet.

She lets a half groan, half frustrated, scream.

Alley tries to push her body back up but she is too weak.

She settles for rolling onto her back and glaring up at me.

“Good morning Sleeping Bitch.” I smile down at her.

“I didn’t realize we were using nicknames,” she groans. “In that case, good morning Psychotic Prince Charming.”

“Oh, you think I’m a prince?”

“Go fuck yourself every which way from Sunday.” She tries to roll back over but I place my boot on her stomach, leaning on my knee so my weight is holding her down.

“See, Little Devil, that’s not nice. Why fuck myself, when you are here?”

I quickly move my foot, and plop to my knees on the ground straddling her.

Her soft warm body tries to wiggle out from under me, but I just sink lower onto her bruised abdomen.

Wincing in pain, she goes to punch me, but I grab her wrist midair.

For good measure, I grab the other one and pin them both in my hand to the floor.

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me,” she yells trying to buck me off in a last-ditch effort.

“Tsk, tsk. You know that is not how that works.”

I pull my knife out of my back holster and place the blade on her cheek. She instantly stops struggling and lifts her chin, staring me down in defiance. However, the rapid falling and rising of her chest gives away her fear.

That’s it Little Devil, give me what I want.

“I will not go willingly,” she grins. “So might as well kill me now.”

“We both know, I want to kill you intimately and as painfully as possible, but that is not an option.” I run the blade slowly from her cheek down to the hollow of her neck. “Trust me, I want to.”