“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” he says, turning and striding to the bed, still buried painfully deep inside me. He drops me on my back and then plows onto me, pinning me and driving his slick cock deep inside me again, forcing my clenched walls to stretch around him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard your soul leaves your body, and then I’m going to fill it with my cum. Then I’ll ask you again, and you won’t be able to remember your own name, let alone that you hate me.”
“Oh, I’ll remember.”
“Challenge accepted,” he says, driving into me so hard the blankets slide up the bed with me. “Now tell me which one is lying, your mouth or your cunt, or I’ll give them both a reason to hate me.”
“Neither is lying,” I say, wrapping my legs around him and letting my head fall back, letting him pleasure me and punish me at the same time, knowing it’s what he needs, and more than that, what I need. I don’t need to cut myself to feel anymore. If I need pain, Royal gives it to me, and more than that. He fills me with his darkness, and I don’t try to make it light any more than I try to make him gentle. I love him, all of him. The monster and the man, the darkness that dances with mine, the brokenness that cradles mine with perfect acceptance.
“Take all of it, my pretty little slut,” he croons, gripping my chin and pumping into me so deep I can’t help the cries that tear from my lips. When tears spring to my eyes, he doesn’t slow. He slams into me even harder, fucking me so roughly I think I’ll sob for mercy if he doesn’t stop, and I’ll scream with fury if he does. At last, he pushes up on his hands and grinds into me so deep that new tears pour from my eyes, and my walls clench around him in agony. He curses and reaches down, pinching my clit and making me cry out.
“Cum on my cock like my dirty plaything,” he commands, rolling my clit between his thumb and finger.
I can’t hold back. My cunt grips onto his shaft inside me, rhythmic waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cum, gasping his name helplessly. His cock throbs inside me, and then his own release spills into me, filling me with warmth and bliss until nothing else exists but us, and this, and the momentary sating of the need only we can fill in each other.
Afterwards, he lowers himself onto me, and I hold onto him, our hearts beating together, our sweat mingling on our damp skin. All I can think about is that this is it for me, he’s it. He’s my sun, my savior, my destruction. And I am his.
He leans down, his lips brushing softly over mine. “I hate you too, Harper Apple,” he whispers, stroking my hair back and kissing each of my eyelids with agonizing tenderness after the brutal pounding he just delivered. “Forever.”
*
The Ties That Bind
A father’s love
Dropped like breadcrumbs
One for each time you obey
Never enough to fill the hunger
But enough to keep you following the trail.
A mother’s love
Doled out with teaspoons
One for each correct answer
But retracted at the first error,
The first perceived slight.
A brother’s love
Laid out before you like a meal
That you fail to notice is an illusion
Until they laugh as your fingers pass through
And you’re left empty-handed.
A sister’s love
Dangled before you like the sweetest dessert
But after a single bite