Page 117 of Isolation

I couldn’t find the weed, but a different drug gave me exactly what I needed.

Once again, the assailant who is the cause of this ruin is the one to calm me down.

Having seen me set off, Milo moves quickly to peel off the T-shirt banded around his arms and lifts to a seated position. He pulls me closer onto his lap.

With a strong hand on my waist, he starts to move me to his will as if I am a limp rag doll.

His eyes bore into mine, and he keeps up a steady punishing pace until I have no more energy left.

My senses heighten as he sends aftershocks throughout my overstimulated system.

Milo takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to flick it with his tongue. I immediately start to moan out another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh my God,” I throw my head back and feel Milo biting and nibbling on my neck.

“Fuck!” Milo pants during his own climax.

Milo barely pulls out of me before falling backward on the rug, with me on top of him.

He covers my back with both of his arms and buries his nose in my hair to sigh in content.

Slumping against his chest, I melt into him. I just threw the biggest tantrum. Hysterics. Theatrics.

And it feels like he just fucked it all out of me. My legs feel paralyzed, and I am… completely spent.

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Milo

I lift my head to see a mass of black hair all over my chest and a chaotic scene around me.

I don’t recall drifting off.

I try to stretch one of my sore arms out. Fuck. I taste blood in my mouth. There is also dried blood on my chest and neck from where Raven scratched me.

The house is in worse condition than I am. The place looks like a hurricane hit it.

We knocked over the side table lamp. There is broken glass on the floor. While I was fucking her against the wall by the window, Raven grabbed the curtains. I pulled her to the floor before she let go. The curtain, along with the rod, fell down.

I can’t get myself to care about any of the damages right now, but I do take a mental note. I’ll clean up as much as I can. I will write them a check for the rest.

Raven is lying dormant on my chest, hopefully sleeping. My cock stirs every time I breathe her in, but I am careful not to move.

If she gets a couple hours of sleep it might be worth it to refrain from fucking her again right now.

I smooth down her hair by gently untangling the knots with my fingers. Her hair is a mess, she has hickeys all over her neck, and I bet her makeup is all smudged.

She looks like the chaos around us.

This scene is exactly what I wished for; burning everything down that’s in my path till we are both surrounded by nothing but chaos.

Our path is now clear with no external obstacles.

Now that my wish has been granted, why is it making me uneasy about the way this girl is unraveling? I can handle Raven becoming unhinged, but I don’t think she can.

I have never seen her lose her shit like this before. Perhaps my past actions pushed her much further than I ever thought possible.

Alternately, this could merely be a result of normal human anger bubbling to the surface.