Page 15 of Lethal (Wellard Asylum #1)
“ Y ou’re already mine, little toy , and I plan to devour you,“ I snarl, as the sweetness of her taste fills my senses, and plays havoc with my mind. She’s better than the rarest of delicacies; her blood has a unique flavor that intoxicates me, instantly becoming my favorite addiction, one that I would kill for.
I can feel the fury and grief bleeding off her skin, intertwining with my lust. She doesn’t want to give in to me, in fact, she’s doing her very best to fight it.
It’s no use, though. She was ours the minute she stepped into that first session with us, and we have no intentions of ever letting her go, not even in death.
The devil can’t have you… we saw you first.
I pull back, releasing her from my vicious hold, even though my blood sings with the overwhelming need for her, followed quickly by the demand for destruction, and her death at my hands.
All three seem to be strings woven into a coarse rope that I mean to hang her with.
“Take off your bra, wrap it tightly around your throat like a noose, and hand me the end.”
What will you do now, Doctor? Will you willingly place your life in my blood-soaked hands, in order to get your answers? Let’s see what they’re actually worth to you.
“I will fucking kill you, you and your brother. You may think you’ve won, but I’ll put a blade in your heart.
” Her dark hazelnut eyes meet mine, unrestrained fear, and the promise of fulfilling her words, blazing through them.
Her breath whooshes out of her, and she puts distance between our two bodies.
She’s visibly shaking, and I can clearly see the internal war within her.
She hates me, but at the same time, she wants me.
The question is, which emotion is stronger?
Everything in me wants to grab, and force her, to comply with every one of my depraved needs, but I need her to do it willingly.
She’s not like the rest of my victims. I don’t want her life and lust for a few fleeting hours.
I want to bathe in her blood, know that her life essence belongs to me, and that I’m the last thought that fires inside of her mind, when she finally leaves his earth, at the beck and call of my deranged hands.
She rips the shirt off her body, allowing it to pool on the floor, and her hands move slowly behind her torso.
Each movement is filled with resentment and rage, and all it does is make me harder.
The bra loosens, exposing more of her delectable creamy breasts, and my mouth instantly waters.
Fuck, I need to leave my teeth imprinted all over her flesh, so that when she goes home tonight without me, the evidence of my ownership is branded all over her.
It’s been too long since I’ve touched someone other than myself, and I refuse to be denied.
Electricity zaps along my nerve endings, in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“Come closer, my pretty slut, let me have a taste of you.”
“I hate you, you’re a monster.” Her back arches, putting her breasts higher as if she, too, is craving my touch, but refuses to admit it to herself.
I lean forward, my teeth grazing across the tip of one hardened nipple, before I suck it deeply into my mouth.
“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moans, her nails digging sharply into my arms, as the sounds of her pleasure spur me on.
I bite down harder, leaving a perfect circle of my teeth around her rose-colored areola.
I pull back and observe her reaction. She’s fucking perfect, a broken little toy, ready and waiting for me to destroy her. “You don’t hate me, little toy. You hate yourself, this version you pretend to be.”
Her eyes close tightly, and her mouth goes slack from all the sensations overwhelming her.
A flare of anger rises within me, and I have to drive it back down.
I want her eyes open, and her looking at me, so she doesn’t forget who is making her feel this way.
The monster. The villain. Her annihilation.
“Do what I’ve commanded you,” I hiss against her flesh, the harsh bite of anger filling my tone, as I leave another bite along the swell of her breast, this time ensuring that she feels pain, and not pleasure.
A pained whimper escapes her as her bra slips from her arms, and her shaking fingers tighten in the soft material, before she raises it to her neck.
I pull back and watch, enthralled, as she wraps one end of the material tightly around her neck, tying it into a knotted noose, before allowing the other strap to hang down across the middle of her chest. Perfection. Beautiful depravity. Mine.
Her brown eyes rise and meet mine, and the fear I expect to see there is disappointingly missing.
Instead, they’re filled with expectation, and the promise of violence between us.
Lust has overridden her good sense, and she’s now wholly under my control.
“Remove my cock from my pants, wrap your hands around my length, and squeeze,” I demand, my voice rough even to my own ears.
She bites down on her bleeding lip, and her gaze narrows as she stares at my cock. “I don’t want this, and I don’t want you.”
Her small, delicate hands trail across my muscular thighs, heading for my cock, and it twitches inside the confined space.
I can feel beads of precum slipping down my slit, and coating me, and the cheap fabric.
“Keep lying to yourself all you want, Doctor. It won’t change our ending. You belong to me, and you always will.”
Her fingers hesitantly reach for the waistband of my joggers, her sharp nails grazing across my flesh.
I use her distraction to raise my shackled hands, and grab onto the loose strap of the bra, yanking hard on the flimsy material, and pulling her closer to me, until we are breathing the same air. “Open your mouth wide, little toy .”
She hesitates, and it costs her. I tighten my grip on the fabric, forcing her to wheeze out her next shocked breath.
“Open. Your. Mouth.” I demand, and this time, her lips pry open, as her face begins to flush crimson from the strain of the material tightening on her neck, as I wrap the fabric securely in my fist. I spit into her open mouth, and her eyes flare with surprise and fury at my degradation, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “Swallow, little toy,” I instruct, and her fingers wrap around the head of my engorged cock, squeezing tightly.
Her nails pierce my sensitive flesh, and my eyes almost cross with pleasure.
“Tighter, slut,” I groan, and spit again into her parted lips.
This time, some of the spittle hits the corner of her mouth, and slides down to her chin.
“Ha... te... yoooou,” she gasps.
Fuck, she would look stunning, covered in mine and Wren’s cum and saliva, while her blood slowly leaks out of her, from our various deep cuts.
Her other hand pulls at the waistband of my pants, and I lift my ass off the creaky bed, until she can yank them down low enough to release me from their constraints.
My swollen, hard cock juts out, her fingers tightening around the flesh just below my crown.
A part of me is sorrowful that she never got to see, and experience, all of my piercings.
The assholes here at Wellard forcefully removed them when we first got here, fearing that I would use them as weapons. The truth is, I probably would have.
I propel her head down toward my throbbing cock, using the clenched bra as a leash to guide her. “You will take me to the back of your throat, without making a single sound of complaint. If you bite me without me permitting you, you’ll leave here with fewer teeth than you arrived with.”
“Noooo,” she moans as she tries to pull away from my weeping cock, but it’s no use, my grip is too tight. My wet crown glides against the corner of her mouth, coating her lips and her cheek in my precum.
“Lick my slit, spit, and use your hand to stroke me, little toy, or I’ll ensure that you never take another breath,“ I murmur, my fevered excitement rising as she attempts to fight back, and my other hand manages to catch some of her long strands, tugging them until she cries out. She believes that, because I’m shackled, I won’t be able to force her to do my bidding, but she’s wrong.
Nothing will stop me from having her. Mine, all mine now. No one can save you now, little toy.
Her warm tongue slides across my slit, licking up my salty beads of cum, before she spits and uses it as a lubricant, to coat my stiff, thick length.
Her small fingers stroke up and down, twisting and tightening until my balls begin to draw up.
“Suck hard like your fucking life depends on it, and take me to the back of your throat,” I instruct, but don’t wait for her to comply, thrusting my hips roughly, and impaling my cock in the back of her constricting throat, until she gags and chokes loudly, and tears slide down from the corners of her eyes.