Before I completely lose it, I reach forward and grab the handheld shower head that rests by the faucet. Then, I turn the hot water on full blast, playing with the temperature until it’s comfortable.
“Zade,” she pleads, lost in delirium. Addie was only ever shown pain with a knife, and now she’s experiencing just how cataclysmic it can be when done right.
From now on, the only knife she’ll ever fall prey to is mine, and she’ll fucking beg me for it.
I switch the water to the shower head, before leaning back and spraying it over her body. She hisses, tipping her head back and continuing to move her hips in slow movements.
Her husky moans fill the space, bouncing off stone and porcelain, and sticking to me like hot wax. Red-tinted blood streams over her curves before swirling down the drain.
I turn the water to myself next and rid myself of the blood and grime from today’s activity. By the time I finish, I find her staring down at me, a heat in her eyes that robs me of breath.
“Look at your new scars,” I demand sharply. It takes a few beats before she drags her gaze from mine and down to her body. The wounds are still bleeding, the hot water not allowing the blood to clot. “What do you see?”
Sliding a hand across that same scar on her stomach, she exhales shakily. “You.”
I lean up, curling my finger beneath her chin and raising her eyes back to mine. “Someday soon, little mouse, you will not be able to see anything else. I will be the only villain in your story, and the only one who has the power to make you scream.”
The moment the last word leaves my tongue, I turn the shower head towards her pussy, the powerful spray directly on her clit.
She jolts, a gasp quickly transforming into a cry. Her hands grasp either side of the tub, and once more, her head falls back. But this time, she screams, just as I said she would.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,” I bite out, gritting my teeth as she uncontrollably bucks against me. I lean up and curl an arm around her waist, pleasure building in the base of my spine too quickly. I lift her off of me just an inch, but she hardly notices.
“Oh my God, Zade,” she cries. I capture her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the peak before biting down. Her moans grow sharper, and her claws score across my shoulders.
Blood continues to stream from her wounds, painting her body in red. An angel of death is what she is, kneeling above me with blood on her hands that will never wash away.
She’s absolute perfection, and I will never get tired of showing her just how much I fucking worship her.
“I’m going to—” I move the shower head away, and this time when she screams, it’s from frustration. Her nails bite into my skin, creating angry crescent moons. I grit my teeth, the pain morphing into intense pleasure.
“How do you get what you want, Adeline?” I snap. “Pray to God, and only then will I let you come all over my cock.”
“Please, Zade, please,” she begs desperately. Breathlessly.
I shake my head, denying her. “Please, what, baby? I can’t answer your prayers if I don’t know what they are.”
“Let me come,” she breathes. “Please, let me come.”
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, moving the spray back to her clit. Her eyes roll, and within moments, she’s collapsing against me, grinding on my cock, and exploding all over me while I continue to batter her clit with the spray. She chants my name like it’s a Hail Mary, and the only way she’ll be forgiven.
She pushes my hand away when it becomes too much, relieving herself of the water. I lean forward and tap the lever, so it switches back to the faucet. Dropping the shower head, I sit back again, not bothering to plug the drain.
She’s panting still, the aftershocks rolling through her and causing her to twitch over me like a malfunctioning robot.
Her pussy is hovering mere inches above my cock, and I’m nearly blind with the need to sink myself so deep inside her, I come out the other end. I could do it so fucking easily, especially while she’s still recovering.
The urge to hurt. To damage and cause pain, to bend, and break—it’s always going to be there. I will always want to rip Addie to shreds for my own sick enjoyment, but that doesn’t negate my need to protect her. To treasure and hold on to her like she’s the plastic rose my mother gave me.
I’m so fucking in love with her, and while my love is brutal and ruthless, it’s also nurturing. Choosing when to be kind and when to let go will always be an uphill fucking battle.