by Mae Doyle
“He deserved what he got.” It’s all I’m planning on telling her, but then she steps forward again. “What more do you want, Elle?”
She looks up at me and I’m struck, not by how much she looks like Tiffany, but how different the two of them actually are. Her eyes are a lighter color and her cheeks pinker, especially when she’s excited. Like right now.
When I took her a few days ago and claimed her for my own, I wanted to own her and make sure that nobody else would be able to have her in the same way.
I thought that I had broken her. It was my goal. Since the moment I saw her, I’ve wanted to destroy Elle Suttles.
But this is different.
Fuck.
“I want to thank you. I want you to know that you not only saved my mom, but also me.” She reaches out and takes my hand, interlacing her fingers with mine and squeezing.
My heart starts pounding in my chest and I look down at our hands. Her tiny wrists and fingers are so small next to mine. I wanted to break them, to break her.
For the first time, though, I want something else.
For the first time since she walked into my life and ruined everything I’d worked so hard to build, I want to protect her.
What the fuck.
Chapter 17
Elle
Clay has to know what I want from him, but he’s not making any moves. I can see his cock pressing up against the front of his jeans, and my panties are soaking wet just thinking about his body on top of mine.
I came here to thank him, and there’s really only one way that I know how.
Before I can get cold feet or before he can step back and ruin everything, I lean up, standing on my tiptoes, and wrap my arms around his neck. He jerks away from my touch but then I feel his hands on my hips, squeezing me tight.
He may think that he doesn’t want me, but I know that he does.
He wants to fuck his little kitten, and for the first time since we met, I’m not running.
“Elle,” he says, but I stop him, pressing my lips against his. He reaches up and grabs my ponytail, yanking it hard so that my head pulls back and my neck is exposed. “Are you sure you want this?”
I try to nod, but he’s holding me so tightly that I can’t move. Before I can answer, he’s leaning down and running his tongue along my neck.
I shiver and moan, pressing harder into his body. My nipples are hard and straining through my shirt as he kisses to my ear and bites my earlobe.
“What do you want from me, kitten? You know that all I’m capable of is destroying you, right? If you go down this path, then I’m going to take you with me to hell.”
His words send shivers through my body, but I don’t try to pull back. I don’t know that I could even if I tried. He’s gripping my hip tightly, my ponytail wrapped around his other hand.
“I don’t care.” Danger and desire course through my veins as he holds me. I can feel his heart pounding through his shirt and he laughs, the sound electrifying my body. There’s a twisting and tugging low in my stomach and I feel my clit begin to ache for his touch.
“You don’t care if I destroy you? It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I met you, kitten.” He drops my ponytail and grabs me around the neck, squeezing me slightly.
I have to gasp for air. My vision isn’t blurry yet, but I know that that will come if he keeps squeezing.
“I want you.”
The truth hangs between us, heavy in the air. I can see Clay considering what I’ve said and trying to decide if I meant it. I know that he’ll destroy me, but I also know that he’s the only one who can protect me. Clay may be my downfall, but then I’ll go with him to hell happier than I’ve ever been.
Clay
Elle doesn’t know what she’s asking for, but right now I don’t care. I just want to bury my cock in her and take her again. Since that afternoon in the school, I can’t get her out of my mind.
I know how she tastes. I know how she feels. I know more about Elle Suttles than anyone else in the school, and she knows the truth about me.
Still, she came back here. Even knowing that I’m going to be the one to destroy her, she came here.
I don’t want to give her another chance to back out of this. Letting go of her neck, I watch as she takes a deep breath, relief filling her eyes, but I don’t give her much of a chance to recover. Before she can move or say anything, I grab her by the waist and pick her up, swinging her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed.
“What are you doing?” Her voice sounds scared for the first time since she showed up.
“I’m going to fuck some sense into you, kitten.” I toss her carelessly on the bed and she scrambles to sit. “Then, once you’ve come all over my cock and all over my sheets you can decide if you really want to stay or if you want to save yourself. This is it, kitten. This is your chance to get out, but not until you milk me dry with your tight little pussy. Do you understand?”
Her face is white but she nods, the tip of her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lips.
God, I want her. “I’m going to tear you open, kitten, and pour myself into you. You decide whether or not this is something that you can handle.”
“I can handle it.” I don’t expect her to strip off her shirt and toss it on the floor, but she does, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “You think that I can’t handle you, Clay? I’m the only one who can.”
My blood is pounding in my ears as she pulls off her bra and frees her sweet little tits. Then, before I can stop myself, I jump onto the bed, pinning her down. “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep, kitten,” I growl in her ear.
She shivers under me and I bend my head to suck first on one of her tits, then the other. She tastes amazing and arches her back under me. “God, you are delicious, kitten. Let me see how the rest of you tastes.”
She rolls out from under me and struggles out of her jeans and panties while I strip. Before I can even finish, she’s launched herself at me, turning me over and pinning me down. Her tits are hanging tantalizingly in front of my face as she holds my shoulders to the bed.
“I’m just getting started with you, Clay.”
I could easily flip her over and pin her down, but I want to know what she’s going to do. Elle rakes her nails down my chest, growling a little as she does. “You like that, Elle?” She glances up at me, but doesn’t respond.
My cock is hard and aching for her. “Why don’t you just sit back a little and let me fuck you, Elle?” I want to grab her by the hips and lift her so I can spear her and take her, but she grabs my hips, licking her lips.
“Just you wait,” she tells me, leaning back and lifting her hips. I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto me, her eyes shut tight as I stretch and fill her. “Oh, fuck, Clay,” she cries, rocking forward and settling into her spot.
“Fuck, kitten, you’re so tight.” I kept my hands off of her for as long as I could, but now I can’t hold back. Reaching up, I grab her hips and help her bounce. The muscles in her thighs pop out as she rocks back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Clay,” she moans, my name a warning.
Her tits are bouncing as she fucks me, her muscles tight around my cock. “You feel better than you look, kitten,” I tell her. “I didn’t think that that would be possible.”
“Shut up.” She digs her nails into the skin on my chest. “I thought that you hated me.”
“I do, but not when you’re on my cock.”
She moans and rocks forward and back while I reach down and thumb her clit.
“I hate you.” Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. It’s the same damn thing I’ve heard her say a thousand times since we met but there’s no venom behind it right now.
“Doesn’t sound like it. Doesn’t feel like it. Sounds like you love my cock in your pussy. Am I right?” Reaching up, I grab her tit, squeezing it as she bounces.
There’s a flush on Elle’s chest, and at first she doesn’t answer. Sh
e leans back and grabs my thighs as she changes position, gasping as she does. “I do,” she admits finally. Her voice is choked and she still won’t look at me, but I know that she’s being honest.
I also know that my little kitten is going to come. There’s no way that she can be filled with my cock and not come.
It’s just a matter of time.
“Come for me, kitten,” I tell her, reaching out and grabbing her tit so I can roll her nipple between my fingers. She moans, biting her lower lip.
“I’m going to, Clay!” Elle cries, suddenly opening her eyes and planting her hands on my chest. She’s staring at me now, her whole body trembling as she rocks back and forth on me.
“Come now!” We’re loud, but I don’t care who hears us. I want everyone to know that I’m taking the kitten for myself.
Elle is mine. To save, to destroy, to do whatever I want with her.
She comes, her muscles tight on my cock as she milks me. I shoot my seed into her, digging my fingers into the flesh on her hips.
“Clay!” Her voice echoes around my room and in my ears. I dig into her hips, holding her closer than I’ve ever held another girl.
Elle does something to me that I never thought possible.
Hell, when I first saw her, I wanted to kill her. I certainly didn’t think that I would ever feel this way about her.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Elle
“Do you ever miss it?” I think that I already know the answer, but I still want to hear it from Clay. I want to know whether or not he thinks that we made a mistake or if he’s as happy with our lives as I am.
He rolls over and looks at me for a long time before answering. The room seems to shrink around us as I wait for his response.
“What part of it do you think that I’d miss? Kennedy Academy? My parents who wouldn’t even speak to me? Hell, kitten, getting out of there was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I think that you know it.”
I do know it, but it’s still nice to be reminded of it from time to time. No matter how nonchalant Clay acts about everything, moving away was still difficult.
“And what about now? Do you think we’ll make it?” Clay was scouted by a number of colleges for a football, scholarship, of course, and he convinced his parents to make up the difference that I needed to fill the gap for my academic scholarship.
This time, Clay rolls over and loops his arm around me, pulling me tight to his chest before answering. When he does speak, his voice rumbles through me. “I don’t know what the future brings, Elle, but I do know that you and I were meant to be together. There’s nothing in this world that could convince me otherwise.”
He kisses the top of my head and I snuggle down into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. No matter what he wears or how I wash his clothes, he always smells the same.
It’s the same scent I smelled when I wore his shirt that first time, and the same scent that I smell in his clothes.
“Did I tell you that I talked to my mom?” Clay sits up and looks at me. It’s the first time that I’ve mentioned my mom in months and her calling me was a complete surprise. I almost didn’t pick up when I recognized the number, but now I’m glad that I did.
“Good news? Are you okay?” He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling it to him and squeezing it.
I’m not surprised that he would be worried. I didn’t leave home on the best terms with my mom since she believes that I had something to do with Ted disappearing. So when she called me to talk about him, I was shocked.
“Good news for everyone but Ted. He was arrested for molesting a high schooler.” The last thing I want to see is the pity in Clay’s eyes, but I force myself to look anyway.
“It’s about time.” He leans forward and kisses me. “That bastard deserves to rot in jail.”
“I think he’s going to.” Suddenly, I push off of the bed and stand up. I have a nervous energy that I need to burn off. “We need to do something. Celebrate. I can’t believe that this actually happened.”
“Let’s order in.” He grabs my hips and rolls me over to him, pulling me easily on top of him. The bed groans a little under our weight but neither one of us really notice.
“Don’t you think that we should save some money?” I lean down and kiss him before he can respond.
He laughs. “You know that my parents are happy to front any expense, as long as I do a good job on the football field. And this? This is good news. We need to celebrate that asshole finally getting what he deserved.”
“Well, then, we’re golden. How about pizza?”
Clay grins and flips me onto my back before handing me his phone and sliding my pj pants down around my ankles.
“You order and see if you can keep a straight face, because I’m going to make you scream.”
I shiver as he traces a line down my stomach and tugs at my panties. Last year I would have been terrified if he said those words to me, but now I just know that the best is yet to come.
He’s going to make me scream, alright, and I intend to enjoy every toe-curling second of it.
I don’t even get the number to the restaurant dialed before he has me naked and is kissing his way up my inner thigh. I shiver as he reaches my folds, then spreads my legs wide. Dropping the phone onto the floor, I reach down and wrap my hand in his hair.
“You made a promise, Clay. You better make me scream.”
He sits up and I open my eyes. I don’t like not having his mouth on me, but before I can say anything, he’s leaned back down, his tongue sliding against my clit, his mouth sucking me. I gasp, arching my back and groaning.
Every time we’re in bed it feels like he’s ripping something holy from my body. He takes a little bit of my soul each time we fuck and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“Clay,” I moan, trying to sit up. I want to feel his cock in me. I need it to fill me and split me open, but he grabs my hips and pushes me back down to the bed, his mouth still working. Waves crash over my body and I lose myself as he licks and sucks my clit, taking something from me.
He tears an orgasm from my body and I buck my hips, screaming his name. Reaching down, I grab his arms, digging my nails into his skin, but I’m barely aware that I may be hurting him. I come on him and he laps me up, tasting me, before letting go of my hips so that I can sit up.
“Fucking hell, kitten, you taste so good,” he says, wiping his mouth with his hand and standing up. I swear, my eyesight is blurry as I watch him strip out of his clothes. He grips his hard cock with one hand and climbs back onto the bed with me. “But now let’s see how good you feel, shall we?”
I’m dripping with my come and his spit and he easily slides my legs back open, positioning himself at my slit. My entire body aches for him but I’m so tired that I can’t move. He slides his hand along my pussy, sinking his fingers into me and rubbing my clit.
“I want you,” I manage, the words quiet in our room. He looks up at me, a grin on his face.
“I know you do. I want you to need my cock in your pussy, Elle. I want you to crave the feeling that you get when I fuck you and fill you. Is that what you want?” He has the tip of his cock pressed up against me and I nod.
What I want to do is reach down to him and grab him, pulling him into me. I want to feel him taking me like it was the first time. He’s just so fucking big.
“You’re mine, Elle. You’re mine and nobody else’s. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, do you understand?”
“Then do it.” I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him, but I fall back when he shoves his cock into me, filling and stretching me. This is something that I’ll never get used to, no matter how many times we fuck.
He’s huge. He pushes me past my limits and then demands more of me. Every stroke from him drags me along with him on the path to hell. I moan, biting my lower lip so hard that I bleed, and screw my eyes shut, reaching for him and digging in my nails when I find him.
/> Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Fucking hell, Elle, I have no idea how you’re still so tight. I love that about you. I love your tight little cunt and the way it milks my cock.” He groans and pauses, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Take me, Clay.” I can barely breath. From my vantage point on my back, it’s like looking up at a god. He’s always been larger than life. Perfect. Unholy.
He grins and thrusts, pulling deep groans from me that start at my toes and slide out of my body. I arch my back, wanting to be closer to him. I need to feel every inch of his skin on mine.
“Come with me, kitten,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing my face. “Come now.”
I scream, pulling him deeper into me, all of my muscles tight at once. He groans as I mew and then moan, clawing at his body as he tears my orgasm from me.
“Fuck, Clay,” I moan, my body covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
He collapses next to me, his arm draped over his eyes, his cock still hard and throbbing.
“Tell me that we can do that every day forever,” he finally says, leaning over and propping himself up on his elbow. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
I’ve been his since he claimed me at Kennedy Academy. Everyone was afraid to touch me then, and even though I didn’t know it, I became his. He declared that I belonged to him that one day in the cafeteria. I wasn’t there, but I heard about it.
I knew that it was true. “Every day,” I tell him, rolling over to look at him. “As long as you’ll have me.”
Five Years Later
Clay
Playing in the NFL has always been my dream, and getting an offer right out of college was everything that I wanted it to be. Of course, Elle was more than supportive and happy to move with me, as long as we had a house that was big enough for us to fill with kids.
