Unhinged

by Natasha Knight

  I don’t. I can’t. And when the head of his cock is at my entrance, I brace myself, opening my legs wider, wanting this. Wanting him.

  “You need to tell me to stop now,” his voice is a growl.

  I know he’s trying to control himself. I know he’s struggling to. And I know he doesn’t want me to tell him to stop.

  He presses into me, just the thick head, and I can see it’s taking all he has for him not to plunge into me. Not yet. He knows I’m a virgin. He felt it when he finger-fucked me.

  He’s stretching me slowly and I close my eyes wanting only to feel, even the pain, at least for a moment. Feel him inside me. I know he’ll be brutal. I know he needs to be. And I want it. I want him brutal. Rough. Savage.

  His elbows are on either side of my head and when I open my eyes again, his are locked on mine. His breathing comes harder as he thrusts slowly in and out, shallow thrusts because he’s hit my barrier.

  He pauses then and I brace myself and I’m afraid now. More afraid than I’ve ever been with him. He’s volatile and even though he hasn’t hurt me yet, I know what he’s capable of.

  “This belongs to me. Always did.”

  I hear a sound, realize it’s me, realize it’s me trying to pull back a little. But he won’t let me.

  “This is going to hurt,” he says. “It’s going to hurt so good.”

  He’s moving again, and I want it. Want him deeper. He dips his head down to kiss me and I open to him as he bites my lower lip. I taste blood simultaneously as I feel myself tear when he thrusts past my barrier. I gasp into his mouth and he groans, seating himself deeply, painfully, inside me. His eyes close for an instant, and when he opens them, he’s watching me again. His eyes are intense. Dark.

  He licks my lip, licks the blood there, as he pulls back and thrusts in hard.

  He’s hurting me. He knows he is. He wants it this way.

  And so do I.

  “I wanted to take this from you that night.” His voice is low. Deep. Sweat from his forehead drops onto my face. “I wanted you then too. It fucked with me that night.”

  I barely hear the last part. I’m too far gone. Pain gives way to something else, a raw pleasure, a hot, bleeding sort of pleasure. I’m breathing in shallow gasps of air.

  “Look at me,” he says.

  I do, and I don’t know what I feel when I do it. He’s inside me, but this, looking at him, our eyes locked, him seeing me like this, when he’s taking this from me, it’s intense. It’s like I’ve just become this physical thing. Like every nerve ending is alive and pulsing with sensation and I’m lost.

  “Your blood is warm, little virgin habibi.”

  I bite my lip, taste iron. I shudder.

  “You’re going to come on my dick and I’m going to watch,” he says.

  I reach up to kiss him, bite his lip, but not to break skin. He likes it, I can see it, but he pulls his face away and shakes his head.

  “No. I want to see you come. See your eyes.”

  He draws all the way out and thrusts in hard and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, gasping loudly. Too many sensations all mixing together: pain and need and in the distance, an agonizing pleasure, everything magnified.

  He shifts his hips and thrusts again and hits just that right spot. I cry out. I’ve never felt like this before. Never felt this intensely before.

  “You like it hard, don’t you?”

  I realize my nails are digging into his shoulders, realize I’ve broken skin there. I’m so close, I can’t even answer. “I…”

  “I knew you would.” The savage inside him is freed and he’s thrusting, relentlessly spearing me again and again, his arms keeping me pinned at my shoulders as he has me, takes me. Owns me.

  “Zach.” I’m breathless. “God.”

  His smile widens at that and when he reaches one hand down to pinch my clit between two fingers, I come. I come so hard that my vision blurs.

  “Fuck, Eve,” he says, and I know he’s close. He’s moments from letting go. “Your tight little cunt is squeezing my cock so fucking hard.”

  I’m coming. I can’t make sense of his words. All I can do is feel, feel him inside me, feel him holding back. Feel the tightly coiled tension in his body.

  As my orgasm slowly subsides and he comes back into focus, he’s still watching me, his face tight, and I realize he’s waiting for me, waiting to pull out of me. Because in the next instant, he does and he’s lying on top of me, his cock pressed to my belly, and he’s coming. Ropes of cum wet my stomach, my breasts and he groans and all I can do is watch him. Watch his beautiful face, watch his eyes brighten as waves and waves of pleasure take hold of him, and don’t release him for an eternity.

  He blinks several times then, and leans his face down to mine, sweat-covered forehead touching mine. He doesn’t kiss me though, just stays like that for another eternity. We’re breathing hard. Our eyes are locked.

  And when he rolls off me, I feel cold. Empty. No longer whole.

  He gets out of the bed. I look down. His stuff is smeared all over me, belly and chest. I don’t know if I should get up. Have a shower. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but he returns before I have to decide, holding a wet washcloth. Without speaking, he sits down and wipes me clean gently, softly. And when he’s done, he wipes my thighs and I realize they’re bloody. The bed is bloody. It’s smeared across his thighs.

  I move, embarrassed, but he shakes his head, places the cloth between my legs and presses it there.

  “Okay?”

  I study his face, his eyes. No teasing. No laughter. He wants to know if I’m okay. That’s all. And some part of me wants to cry. Wants to have him wrap his arms around me and press my face into his chest so I can disappear there. I don’t know what this is. What I’m feeling. Can he see the confusion on my face?

  I don’t answer his question. I can’t.

  The warm cloth feels good and he keeps it there a little longer before taking it away and sliding back into the bed.

  “It’s dirty,” I say, still embarrassed.

  “No. Not dirty.” He resumes his position on his side and pulls me to him, again holding me with his hand flat on my belly, arm heavy around me. I know I’m trapped until he allows me to get up. And a moment later, I hear his breathing level out and he sleeps.

  I’m not tired anymore, but I lie there in his arms and I think I cry a little. What we did, what happened, it was always going to happen.

  Fate and time and destiny, they don’t forget.

  He’s meant to break me, just as I’m meant to break him.

  I fulfilled my part. This is his. This is him breaking me. I realize it was naïve to think I could survive this. This vendetta, it’s bigger than him. Than us. But it belongs to both of us.

  And something very bad is coming. Or maybe we’re walking right toward it. I know it. I know it with every bone in my body. I know I owe the souls of the dead men inked on his back, same as him. He betrayed them to save me. They died because of us, and we’ll both have to pay. Together. The difference between us is that Zach has known this all along.

  12

  Zach

  She thinks I’m still sleeping when she slips out of the bed. I keep my eyes closed and let her go. Let her slide out from beneath my arm. At the memory of last night, of her face when I reached her barrier, when I broke through, the tearing—I’ll never forget the look of it, the feel of it. The gush of warm virgin blood. The squeeze of her tight little cunt. It makes my dick hard now.

  I don’t know if I intended to fuck her all along. Although I was just messing with her until last night. Until she woke me up—finally, and thank goodness for her—from that nightmare. But I don’t want to think about that part right now.

  The shower switches on and I throw the covers back and get out of the bed. There’s a slight smear of blood on me and I like it there. Like knowing what I took from her. What she gave me. Her virginity belongs to me now and no matter what, no one can take that awa
y.

  I walk into the bathroom and hear her gasp when she sees me from behind the glass barrier of the shower.

  “Morning.” I walk to the toilet, lift the lid and piss.

  She’s watching me, I can tell. I imagine her little virgin eyes are in shock, but there’s something dirty about Eve. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she likes the dark. And I plan on doing all kinds of dirty to that sweet, innocent, and very willing body of hers.

  I flush the toilet and face her. Steam obstructs my view, but not so much so that I can’t make her out. I haven’t actually seen her tits yet. I’ve always been more of an ass man, but still. I pull the shower door open and step inside.

  “What are you doing?”

  I like this hotel. Enough room for four in this shower.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” Even though there’s a second showerhead, I decide to share hers. Get in her space.

  She backs up. I like this cat and mouse game we’re playing so I get closer, back her into the corner. My face is inches from hers and her golden brown eyes have gone huge. “Hand me the soap,” I say. I don’t hide the fact that my gaze is moving along her body, down to her tiny tits with those big, hard nipples. Hard even in the heat of the shower. My dick’s hard too.

  “Zach, this…we—”

  I push the wet hair off her face, then lift her chin up. “We what?”

  It takes her a minute to reply. “We can’t…what happened last night, it can’t…”

  “What happened last night?”

  Nothing. She’s blushing again and I know she hates being made to say it. She’s so fucking easy to read.

  “We fucked,” I say, helping her out. “I fucked your virgin pussy and you came on my dick.”

  She’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.

  “And,” I let go of her chin and lean in close, lips to her ear. “We determined you like it rough.”

  “We did not!”

  I laugh and take the bar of soap from behind her, give her some space as I lather up my hands.

  “Let me get a look at you.”

  “No. Get out.” But she’s trying to get past me to the door to get out herself.

  I block her way. “Eve, you have to know last night wasn’t a one-off.”

  She’s staring up at me now and I like the physical differences between us. She’s soft and small, and I’m the opposite. I can make her do whatever I want and I know it makes me a dick, but I like it.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, but she’s not stupid.

  I take a step forward and she takes one back. Water is splashing off of us. It’s kind of irritating, but I have plans for our morning shower so I deal with it.

  “What do I mean?” I ask, and I can’t help smiling a little when I see her eyes bounce from my dick to my face and back.

  I set the bar of soap down on the little bench against the wall and decide to make very clear what I mean. So I grip her pussy with my soapy hand, curling my fingers into her, rubbing a little.

  She stops breathing after her initial gasp of shock.

  “I mean I want more of this. More of your pussy.” I’m circling her clit with my thumb, watching her eyes dilate. I reach back with my other hand and slide it between her ass cheeks to find her other hole. She makes a sound and her hands are flat against my chest, pushing. But not really. “I want this too. I bet your little ass is tight.”

  I think she’s going white but am not sure with the steam, and I’m trying hard not to laugh outright at her expressions as I rub her clit and her asshole and she tries to pretend she doesn’t like it.

  “And this,” I say, kissing her mouth. It’s open, but she isn’t kissing me back. It doesn’t matter though, she’s not fighting me and her little tongue tastes good when I suck it.

  Her knees buckle and I press her up to the wall to hold her upright between myself and it.

  “Virgin here too?” I ask, pressing against her asshole. I know she is. If she’s never had vaginal sex, no way she’s had anal. But I can tell from the look in her eyes she’ll be open to it, and that thought makes it imperative I get inside her before I blow right here, right now.

  I cup both her ass cheeks and lift her up, leaning down a little myself to rub my cock against her slick pussy. I slide inside her and she lets out a long moan and closes her eyes.

  “I’m clean and I know you are, but are you protected?”

  I’m rubbing her asshole again and watching her face, watching her bite her lip, her hands gripping my shoulders rather than shoving at my chest.

  “Focus, Eve,” I say, but it takes me pressing the tip of one finger into her tight little hole to get her attention.

  She tightens up immediately, and her nails are digging into my shoulders.

  “Relax. I won’t fuck your ass today.”

  “Let me go.”

  “Let you go where?”

  “It hurts.”

  “Don’t tense up and it’ll feel good.”

  “Zach, I don’t think we should—”

  I pull my finger out of her ass, and, still keeping her impaled on my dick, cup her chin and force her to look at me.

  “Not only should we, but we are. You’re mine, Eve. You belong to me. That night at the auction, I was buying you for this. I wanted to fuck you then too, but there’s a difference between then and now. Then, I was good. Now, I’m not. I want what I want and you can’t tell me you don’t want it too.”

  I bring my thumb to her clit and circle it.

  “What did you see last night?” she asks quietly. “The nightmare.”

  I move inside her, she’s not pushing me away, but I’m not expecting that question. Not right now.

  “You want to talk about that now?”

  She nods.

  I reach to switch off the water but I’ve still got her trapped between the wall and me, still speared on my dick.

  “I saw you up there,” I say, pulling out and thrusting hard once.

  She lets out a grunt with the force of it, and I hope for her sake, she’s prepared for what’s coming.

  “On that stage. Almost naked.”

  I thrust again.

  “I saw your fear.”

  Is it sick I’m still hard? Getting harder.

  “Some part of me, it wanted the auction. Wanted to take you home. Strip you myself. Bed you.” I slide her off my dick and put her down. She’s confused, disappointed. I give her a grin and turn her around, put her arms up, hands flat on the wall. I look down at her sweet little ass, grip it with both hands, draw her backward, splay her open.

  She’s being a good girl, keeping her hands where I put them. I’m looking at her, her tiny asshole, her gaping pink pussy. I slide back inside slowly, taking my time, sucking in air as I do. I keep her spread and fuck her, watching my cock slide in and out of her, watch her little pussy stretch to take me. She’s meeting my thrusts now.

  “That’s good,” I say moving deeper. I let go of her ass and slide one hand around to her clit.

  “What else?” she asks, breathless.

  I lean against her, bringing my other hand to her breast, her nipple. I pinch it and her body tightens, making me groan as her cunt squeezes my cock.

  “I wanted this. This pussy.” I slap her hip. “This ass.” The sound of fucking, flesh on flesh, her wet cunt taking me, fills the room.

  “You saved my life.”

  I pinch her clit hard and she lets out a moan.

  “I don’t want to talk about this, not now. I just want to fuck you, Eve.”

  She nods, thrusting her hips back. I pull her to me, one arm like a metal bar across her middle, the other working her clit. I kiss the side of her face, half her mouth.

  “You can’t come inside me.”

  Fuck. I should be using a condom. I will. Next time. If she weren’t a virgin, I’d come inside her ass, but can’t do that now. I’d hurt her, she’s so tight. And I like her warm, slippery cunt right now.

  I groan.


  “Zach.” Her breathing is heavy. She’s close, I can feel it. And so am I.

  “Come. And when you’re finished, you’re going to suck me off.” I move the arm that’s around her middle to grip a handful of hair and fuck her harder, thrusting deep. I twist her head around so I can watch her. I like it, watching her come. She’s so vulnerable in that moment, it drives me mad.

  “Come, Eve, so I can shoot down your throat. Watch you swallow my cum.”

  It takes one more thrust before I feel her pulsing around me. Her eyes squeeze shut and it takes all I have not to let her tight cunt milk me dry, but I hold back, and when she’s finished, I turn her to face me and push her to her knees.

  “Open,” I order, my dick bouncing at her face, still glistening with her cum.

  Eve looks up at me and opens to take me in and—fuck me—she’s sucking hard, and as much as I want to enjoy this, her on her knees, her eyes wet from taking me deep, it only takes a few thrusts and once I hit the back of her throat, I come. Fuck. I come. She’s gagging but I hold her steady, watching her eyes, her panic and it makes me come that much harder, emptying down her throat, pulling out slowly once I’m finished, watching her struggle to swallow it all.

  I keep her on her knees for a few minutes, my hand in her hair forcing her to look up at me as she wipes her mouth.

  “Admit it,” I say, slowly drawing her to stand. “You like it dirty.”

  She doesn’t have time to answer as I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her, and reaching behind her, switch the shower on.

  I’m sitting in the hotel room waiting for Eve to get ready. After what just happened, she still took her things into the bathroom to get dressed. I’m scrolling through my phone, not paying attention to it really. My mind is on her.

  I don’t know what it is with this girl. I’m obsessed or something. When I came looking for her, I hated her. Or I thought I did. But the thing that happened that night two years ago, it wasn’t her fault. It was mine. I know that. I’ve always known that. Even if she betrayed me, no matter her reasons, I made the call that got my men killed. That part belongs to me, and only to me.