Her eyes open and then she’s backing against the headboard, eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
I tilt my head. “Did you forget my promise to breed you daily?”
Her nostrils flare, but her cheeks tinge a beautiful pink. “You’re sick.” She wraps her arms tightly around herself as if it might save her somehow from her fate.
Unfortunately for her, my sexual appetite appears to be impossible to quench. I drop my pants and boxers to the floor and then unbutton my shirt, so that I’m naked.
In the past, I’ve preferred to keep as many clothes on as possible, but oddly, I enjoy the feel of Eliza’s skin against mine. Maybe it’s because I know without a doubt that I’m the only man to have ever touched her.
“Stay away from me,” she says, but her plea is feeble.
I fist my straining cock up and down. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, baby girl.” A drip of precum lands on the floor as I move closer. “I gave you the liberty of remaining unstrained, but if you fight me on this, I’ll have to put you back in the cuffs indefinitely.”
Her face pales then and her arms fall limp by her sides.
I kneel on the edge of the bed and grab her ankle, pulling her toward me. “You will take my cum like a good girl or they’ll be hell to pay.”
Her lip wobbles as she meets my gaze. “What happened to you to make you so heartless?”
The question hits on something deep inside of me as I clench my jaw. What happened indeed? A darkness was born inside of me the day my mother died and it can’t be erased. Instead, it’s festered and grown into something more twisted. I speak to no one of that day, and even my family is blissfully unaware of what I went through at the hands of the psycho who murdered her.
“Now that’s a question you’ll never know the answer to,” I reply, grabbing the fabric of her panties and tearing them in two.
Her eyes narrow as I position myself between her thighs. “Do you even have a heart?”
I shake my head. “Unlikely.” I position my cock between her thighs and groan when I feel the wetness as I slide the head through her lips. “Always so wet and ready.”
“Fuck you.”
I thrust my hips forward and impale myself inside of her, feeling a relief the moment her tight heat encompasses me. It’s as if she’s becoming an addictive drug that takes away all my pain the moment I’m inside of her.
Eliza writhes beneath me, trying to fight away.
I grab her wrists and pin them on either side of her head hard. “Listen to me, Eliza. There’s no use fighting. Just take my cock like a good girl.” I kiss her then, my tongue thrusting into her mouth with force as I stroke it against her own. As I pull back, I bite her lip gently. “Maybe you’ll enjoy it.” I search her eyes as I thrust in and out with hard but slow movements. “I bet deep down you’d love to call me daddy while I fuck you, because I saw the flash in your eyes when I mentioned it.”
She spits at me then, not for the first time. “I’d rather die.”
I growl and grab her throat hard, squeezing enough to scare her. “That can be arranged rather easily.”
I don’t detect fear in her eyes as I push harder, fucking her still as I choke the air from her lungs. Even as her face turns paler, she doesn’t fight. Finally, I release her throat and she draws in an instinctive gasp of air, glaring at me.
“Kill me then,” she says.
“I still need an heir from you, Eliza.” I move my lips near to hers, hovering above them as I rut into her with heavy thrusts. “Have I already broken you, baby girl? So much so you wish for death.” I shake my head, disappointment coiling through me. “I thought you were more resilient than that.”
She bares her teeth at me like a feral animal. “This isn’t living. Death would be far more enjoyable.”
I kiss her then, silencing her bratty response. I know that’s a lie, as her pussy is so fucking wet around my cock and her muscles are gripping me like they never want me to leave. No matter how much she tries to fight this, I can feel her climax rushing toward her with such strength. Even if it makes her sick, she enjoys the sex.
My tongue caresses her own violently, demanding. I’m only now learning how intoxicating kissing can be as she moans into my mouth. Her fight leaving her with every thrust of my cock and tongue.
She will submit to me. She will worship me. Her heart will be mine.
The need for those things is overwhelming. I don’t really need any of it, but at the same time I crave it like an addict who can’t wait to get his next fix of heroin.
Her words from the last night echo in my head.
The only way you’ll ever claim my heart is if you carve it right out of my chest.