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she moans hornily.
I smirk, brushing one finger down her core before I slip my finger inside of her. Curling it within her walls.
“Who said I’m teasing?”
I ask lightly, slipping my finger back out before I press my thumb over her clit, making her grind her pussy against my hand.
“You-oh fuck…”
she moans again as I ruh my finger over her clit. Reaching down, I yank at her fishnet tights, enjoying how they press against her pussy. I then deliver a sharp slap to her pussy, making her whimper as she licks her lips.
I back up, forcing her legs open, making them stretch to their limit as I rip her tights off unceremoniously and go down on her, making her gasp.
The moment I do, a deep-embedded emotion of carnal desire rips through me, and I devour her like she is my last fucking meal.
Her breathless sighs become moans of desperation until they form cries of ecstasy as I throw her into the world of pure pleasure.
I slide a finger into her again, finding her G-spot and tipping her over the edge as her juices trickle into my mouth. I move back as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock.
She’s breathing hard as she watches me, a breathless curse escaping her as I slam into her, making her head lift from the bed and a gasp leaving her.
“Fuck! Oh fuck…”
she moans. I give her a second to adjust before I begin to thrust harder and faster into her sweet, tight pussy.
All I can feel is the pleasure that wrecks me. I look into her eyes, her breathless moans, parted lips, her messy hair. An image of pure fucking perfection. One I will always remember, and one I plan to see every single day of my life.
I pin her wrists to the bed above her head, the binding holding firm as I grab her breast with the other, fucking her brutally hard
ATTICUS
I’m nearing my release first; 1 reach down rubbing her clit until I feel her tighten around me and I slam into her, shooting my load inside of her. A low groan of pure satisfaction leaves me as I continue to fuck her, as she comes moments later.
Her head arches backwards as she cries out, her lips parted and her eyes glittering with tears as her orgasm shatters through her.
I pull out, leaning over her, the huge wings I have been wearing this entire time creating a curtain around us. She reachesup with her bound wrists and locks them around my neck pulling me down on top of her; I roll onto my side and pull her beside me.
“You’re ruining the wings,”
she whispers, her heart still thumping hard.
“They’ve served their purpose,”
I murmur as I reach behind my neck and undo the belt from her wrists. We’re both still catching our breath, our blood pumping fast through our veins. Still basking in the aftermath of our orgasms.
“You’re good at that,”
she murmurs, watching me toss the belt to the ground. I smirk.
“It’s a handy toy, one that I’m usually always equipped with,”
I remark, reaching up and slowly brushing her hair back. She shies away from my touch as if not wanting me to go near her scar.
Not this time.
“How did you get it?”
I ask softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on it, only for her to jerk away.
Her heart is thumping irregularly, only making me further concerned as she sits up and turns her back on me. All that remains of her outfit is her torn tights, and I can’t help but admire her ass as I look at the back of her head, wanting an answer she is once again trying to hide.
“I don’t want to talk about it,”
she murmurs. “Not right now. Are the scars all you see? Is that-“
I place my hand over her mouth as I sit up, flipping my legs to either side of her, and pull her close as I wrap my other arm around her waist. “Don’t ever think that. I know you’re hiding something from me, something I’m certain is partially the reason you keep running.”
She’s quiet, but then she sighs softly, leaning into my embrace. I glance in the mirror that is fitted on the wardrobe; the wings I’m wearing partially cover my view, but I still see the bitter smile on her face.
“Maybe I should have told you before we fucked,”
she says callously, her eyes hardening. She isn’t masking her expressions, not realising I can see them.
“It wouldn’t make a difference,”
I reply softly, kissing the top of her head as 1 glance in the mirror, observing her intently.
She’s silent for a few moments and I can see visible pain on her face. As she stares ahead, the look in her eyes makes my stomach twist. I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear. That’s clear from the expression she wears.
“Three years before we lost that battle, I had already lost another battle. One that made me wish death took me instead.”
Those words make my heart squeeze, but it’s her hollow tone that makes my throat feel like something is stuck in it, and breathing feels a little difficult. Dread is washing over me from just her tone.
I wait for her to continue, although a part of me is already connecting the dots.
“Gaultier King. One of the so-called special ones, one of the ones that we all had to treat like a God.”
She scoffs bitterly. “He took an interest in me. He was a monster by this time, one who had lost any ounce of humanity he ever had, and 1 didn’t want anything to do with him, denying all his attempts and advances.”
Her voice breaks and my hold on her tightens as I gaze in the mirror and see the tears that she’s trying not to shed.
***Mentions of sexual assault ahead***
“What he wanted he got… and 1 just happened to be one of those things he had set his gaze upon. So, he came for me.”
A painful silence falls, our racing hearts all that can be heard as she continues in a hushed tone.
“I wasn’t strong enough, although I tried. I tried with everything 1 had to fight him off.”
My stomach churns, and I feel as if a blanket of fear is wrapping around me at what she’s insinuating. Her voice is barely above a whisper and she’s trembling, although she’s trying to fight it, balling her hands into tight fists.
“What did he do?”
I ask quietly, my own voice sounding hoarse.
“He raped me.”
I close my eyes, resting my head on her shoulder as I caress her arms, my heart shattering with pain, regret and rage. Pain, knowing she had suffered, regret that I had not been there to save her and rage that he had dared touch her.
“It might have been a mere few minutes to some, but it was a few minutes that felt like hours of hell. Being robbed of your very own body against your choice never leaves you…”
She takes a shuddering breath.
“I managed to kick him off for a second, and that’s when he pulled out a knife and made this cut, telling me he would mutilate me so badly no one would want me. I was ok with that. And as we were struggling with the knife, me trying to take it from him and him continuing to hit me as he tried to get me to cooperate, that’s when Zade, who heard my screams, showed up and he realised what was happening and began fighting him. They were already on bad terms at this point.”
“And did he do nothing to him? He should have killed him,”
I say, my voice trembling.
Her tears are falling, and she isn’t stopping them anymore.
“Zade had already lost his sight from one eye for refusing to attack a defenceless woman in her apartment. And I knew if he did anything to Gaultier they would only hurt him more, so I told him nothing happened and that I was fine. That he came in time…”
she whispers.
I stare down at her, my mind spinning. She held this secret to protect him.
“So, he didn’t know…”
“He knows he tried to rape me, he saw my torn clothes… but no, he doesn’t know that he succeeded and I will never tell him, or he won’t forgive himself. He was going to kill him that day.”
Her voice breaks and she pulls her legs up, curling into a foetal position.
I turn her and tug the bed sheet off; wrapping it around her, I pull her against me protectively.
“He should have killed him,”
I say coldly. “Did you not tell anyone else?”
“I told Gerard and Lawrence, but they only made me feel worse. In short, they didn’t care and saw nothing wrong with what Gaultier had done, and said I was too weak and maybe that’s all I was good for.”
Anger rips through me, and I wish they were alive just so I could kill them again.
“I still feel disgusting at times, still feel his disgusting touch. Some might consider it weak, but when someone robs you of the right over your own body, there’s something that breaks inside… A part of me was stolen.”
Her voice breaks, and I kiss the top of her head softly.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,”
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