Page 89 of The Cruelest Chaos

She lets go of me, hops off and I scramble to sit up. “I can’t believe you—”

I grab her arm and pull her back down on top of me, pick her up by her thighs so they’re wrapped around my waist as I sit on the edge of the coffee table, hoping to God it doesn’t break underneath me. “You’re jealous.”

She doesn’t answer me.

I pin her wrists down by her sides. “Say it, Ella. You’re fucking jealous because you’re fucking insane.”

Her lip curls up in a snarl. “Fuck you.”

“You crazy fucking bitch.”

“Fuck.You.”

“Where did she go, Ella?” I push her down on the carpet, flip her over so my chest is against her back as I pin her to floor. “Where did she fucking go?”

She doesn’t answer, just tries to press herself up to all fours, but there’s no way she can do that with me on top of her.

I wrap her hair around my fist, pull her head up. “We can deal with your insecure bullshit later, Ella. But I need to know,where did the girl go?”

She smirks at me, twisting her head to face me. I let her, hoping she’ll speak. Hoping she’ll say something. I need to find Ria.

I need to find Ria.

But my dick is swelling against Ella’s back and with her pinned underneath me like this, all I want to do is fuck away all of that jealousy, shut her up with my dick in her mouth.

“She’s gone,” she finally says, staring at me. “She’s gone, Mavy, and now all you’ve got is me.”

“You’re insane.” I push her head into the carpet, pull her panties to the side and shove down my shorts. “You have no respect for me, do you?”

I’ve got my hand on her head so she can’t answer me except with her words, but of course she doesn’t.

I spread her thighs, stroke my cock once, and then I push it inside of her as she gasps, trying to lift her head, but I keep her held down, feel her becoming wet around me as I slam all the way into her.

It burns me because she’s not ready, and I know it burns her, too, the way she hisses between her teeth, but I don’t care.

She’s fucked this all up. She’s made me just like Lucifer, chasing after a girl to keep her fucking alive.

Fuck her.

I thrust into her tight pussy, feel her walls expand around me, loosening as she gets wetter. I’ve got one hand on her hip, the other still pushing her face into the floor.

“You’ve fucked this all up, baby.” I fuck her harder, loving the way she whimpers and cries out my name, her nails digging into the carpet. “You thought you deserved to know my secrets, Ella?”

She clenches around me and she tries to round her back, to push further against me, but I hold her down, flat against the floor.

“You’re nothing but my little slut. You didn’t deserve more than what I gave you.”

She moans my name and I close my eyes, loving how it sounds from her lips.

“Tell me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Tell me what you are, Ella.”

“Y-yours,” she gasps, her words vibrating against my palm as I keep her head down.

I laugh. “My what, Ella?”

“Your little slut.” The words come out in a whisper.

“Say it again. I can’t fucking hear you.” I thrust into her harder, most of my weight against the side of her face. Feeling her struggling beneath me—struggle to breathe, tothink, to speak—it’s what gets me off. It’s what gets rid of all this fucking rage.