He chuckles wickedly. “I still wouldn’t have cared.”
Before I can muster a response, he's pushing inside me. My mouth drops open, and he’s licking my bottom lip, the act nearly as erotic as him splitting me in half. I'm trembling in his hold, and when he's halfway in, he pauses.
“Can't take it?” he asks devilishly.
“N—”
He drives himself completely inside me, not bothering to wait for my answer.
A choked scream greets his savage smile, burning pain at being stretched so suddenly taking over for a moment. But then he begins to roll his hips, and I'm reminded why he was impossible to forget after one night.
“I forgot to mention, you don't have a choice.” He places a sweet kiss on my lips, something that would be a direct contrast to his words had it not felt condescending.
“Asshole,” I choke out, though the word is weak as he easily dominates my pussy. My attention is already hyper-fixating on the intense pleasure radiating from between my thighs.
“Careful with the words that fall out of your mouth, baby. I might get confused and claim that, too.”
“You wouldn't,” I growl.
He pauses again, and his expression portrays utter conviction.
“I would do anything to show you that you're mine.”
Somewhere between the beginning of his statement and the end, my heart worked its way inside my throat. I'm unable to speak or swallow, only stare at him in shock, for which he takes as confirmation to keep going as if he didn't just rock me to my core.
I blink, and he's fucking me again, tightening the belt around my throat until black spots swarm my vision, though careful not to cut off my oxygen completely.
This time, he sets a steady yet thorough pace, ensuring to watch my reactions closely. Within half a minute, he's targeted a sensitive spot inside me and focuses on stroking right there until my eyes are fluttering.
It shouldn't be so easy for someone to be able to pick me apart like that, but there's not a single inch of me that gives a fuck right now. I wouldn't even be capable if I tried.
“Cage,” I moan, my brows furrowing as the sensations become too intense. I strain against his hold, attempting to curl my hips forward, if only so it gives me a moment to fucking breathe.
“Where’re you going?” he barks, bringing me back to him. Then, he laughs, the sound savage. “Did you really think I couldn’t break you when you can barely take me?” he questions arrogantly.
“I’m taking you just fine,” I bite out, my eyes threatening to cross when he hits a spot that feels otherworldly.
“Then why are you trying to run away?” he whispers wickedly.
I want to slap him, but I’m so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I can hardly formulate a snappy response.
“Fuck,” I cry, squeezing my eyes shut as he fucks me harder.
“I know you can do better, baby. Let me see you take my cock like a good little slut.”
A sharp moan pours from my throat, followed by his name.
Once more, he's licking along the seam of my lips, as if to taste his name on my tongue. Just as his mouth covers mine, I feel a warm liquid splatter against my chest.
I flinch, my brain beginning to split and latch on to the fact that I'm being covered in more blood. The corner of his mouth tics up, and he releases my jaw—though his hold on the belt keeps me in place—and flattens his palm against my stomach. He groans into my mouth while he smears the liquid up to my breasts.
While my instinct is to recoil from it, Cage only fucks me harder, seeming to get off on my body being covered in it.
It should disturb me. This entire situation is beyond fucked up. Yet, it becomes impossible to feel a damn thing outside of the orgasm looming just beyond the horizon.
Cries pour from my throat, and he swallows them all, proving just how starved he is.
“Don't stop,” I gasp, my voice strained. “Fuck, Cage, please.”
His lips retreat from mine, trailing up along my cheek. I lose all coherent thought, my surroundings becoming disjointed and incomprehensible. The pleasure is like a disease, shutting down my nervous system and taking control. I'm a puppet to the infection, and there's nothing I can do but succumb.
Time stills, and I shatter just as he releases the belt, sending blood rushing to my head, intensifying the explosion detonating throughout my body.
My bones liquefy, and the muscles surrounding them seize. Vaguely, I feel rather than hear the broken cry leave my throat. A sound that quickly morphs into a scream when I feel something sharp bite into my face.
Directly over the scar beneath my eye.