Chapter 131 - ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

Chapter 131: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

ANGEL

"My body might respond," I hissed through clenched teeth, glaring up at him with as much venom I could muster, "but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to find a way to kill you."

"Promise?" His eyes sparkled with a sick, twisted delight. "Because honestly, that makes me harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life watching you try to murder me while I’m balls-deep inside you, fucking you into absolute oblivion? That’s my ultimate fucking fantasy. Other men dream about vacations and retirement. I dream about you holding a knife to my throat while I’m making you cum so hard you cry."

He brought his slick, wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a nasty slowness, groaning at the taste like he was savoring some rare, expensive delicacy.

"Sweet as always," he murmured, those crazed grey eyes rolling back slightly in dark ecstasy. "No matter how much poison spits out of your mouth, this body stays ready for Daddy. It’s almost funny, really. Your tongue could cut glass, but this cunt? Pure fucking honey. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted."

"Don’t call yourself that," I sneered, spitting the words at him like acid.

"What? Daddy?" He raised a single brow, wearing a provocative, infuriating smirk. "That’s what I am, baby girl. I’m your Daddy now. The only one you’ve got left breathing. You might want to start getting used to the taste of it."

"You’ll never be him. Not in a million fucking years, you pathetic piece of trash."

"I don’t want to be him." His voice suddenly sharpened, the playful teasing evaporating like mist in sunlight, replaced by a razor-sharp, dangerous edge that made my stomach drop. "I want to be me. I want you to scream my name when you come. I want you to call me Daddy and actually mean it. Not some ghost you’re still clinging to."

"I haven’t forgotten a single thing!" The words tore out of my throat, sharp and defiant. "And I never will!"

"No?" He shifted his weight, and I felt the hot, heavy length of his cock press flush against my inner thigh.

He didn’t push inside.

Not yet.

The bastard was playing a cruel game of anticipation.

"Then remember this." Instead of driving into me, he dragged the swollen head of his cock slowly through my folds, coating himself in my involuntary wetness.

The sudden, searing heat of him against my most sensitive nerve endings made my entire body shudder, betraying every screaming protest in my head.

"Feel that?" He rubbed the tip in agonizingly slow circles right over my clit, pressing down just enough to send electric sparks shooting through my spine. "That’s what’s about to own you. This cock is what’s about to split this tight little cunt wide open and remind it who it belongs to. Who it always belonged to."

"Just get it over with," I spat, hating how breathless I sounded.

"Get it over with?" He laughed, the sound dark, continuing to slide his shaft through my slick folds, teasing my entrance without pushing in. "Where’s the fun in that? I’ve been waiting months for this, baby girl. I’m going to savor every fucking second. Every time your body betrays that stubborn little mind of yours."

He rocked his hips, grinding his thick length against my pussy, the friction against my clit making my thighs tremble despite my best efforts to stay still. The heat of his cock was branding me everywhere it touched.

"You’re already dripping all over me," he murmured, watching where our bodies almost connected with fascinated hunger. "Coating my cock like you’re begging me to shove it inside. But you’re not ready yet. Not until you admit how badly you want it."

"I don’t want you, even if my body does, it’s simply biology. Anyone can make me feel this way as you said. I’m very easy-"

SLAP.

The breath suckled out of me as his

hand came down on my inner thigh.

Not hard enough to truly hurt, but hard enough to sting, to shock, to make me gasp.

"Lie to yourself all you want," he said, rubbing the spot he’d just slapped, soothing the sting with his palm. "But don’t lie to me. This pussy is weeping for my cock. I can feel it practically sobbing against my shaft. Begging without words."

He slapped my other thigh, and I jerked beneath him, the sting blooming into heat that spread straight to my core.

"See how your cunt clenches every time I do that?" He grinned, dark and knowing, watching me like I was entertainment.

"Your body loves it. Your body and I have always understood each other, baby girl. It’s just your stubborn brain that needs convincing."

"It doesn’t anything from you, bastard—"

Another slap, this time directly on my pussy. Light but precise, the impact against my swollen clit making me cry out before I could stop myself.

"What was that?" He rubbed his palm over my stinging flesh, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. "Couldn’t hear you over all that moaning. Speak up."

"I wasn’t moaning, you delusional piece of—"

He slapped my pussy again, a little harder this time, and a moan escaped me before I could stop it. A real one. Undeniable.

"There it is," he breathed, his eyes darkening with hunger, pupils blown wide. "That’s the sound I’ve been missing. That’s the sound I jerked off to every night,"

He went back to teasing me with his cock, dragging the thick head through my folds, pressing against my entrance just enough to stretch me slightly before pulling back. Over and over. Making me feel how big he was, how much he was going to fill me, without actually giving it to me.

"Tell me something, baby girl." His voice dropped icily, all traces of playfulness gone. "Whose cock is bigger? Mine or Vincenzo’s?"

The question hit me like a blade, and I tasted my own betrayal of Daddy on my tongue.

"Fuck you."

"That’s not an answer." He pressed forward just an inch, just enough for the head to breach me, then pulled out again. The stretch, the loss—both made me want to scream. "Whose cock stretches this greedy little cunt more? Whose cock makes you feel fuller? I want to know. For science."

"I’m not playing your sick games—"

He slapped my pussy again, then immediately rubbed his cock against my throbbing clit, the contrast of sting and pleasure making my head spin.

"Answer me." He pressed in another inch, stretching me around the thick head of his cock before withdrawing again. "Was Vincenzo’s cock this thick? Did it fill you up like this? Did it make you drip like a fucking faucet?"

"Daddy’s," I spoke Vincenzo’s title like a weapon, watching Damien’s face twist with something dark and furious. "Vincenzo’s cock was better. Daddy made me feel things you never could. Daddy loved me. Daddy—"

He thrust all the way in.

One brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

I screamed—in rage, in shock, in unwanted pleasure—and my nails found his back, raking down hard enough to draw blood. I wanted to tear him apart. Wanted to rip the skin from his bones.

"FUCK yes," he groaned, not pausing, or giving me time to adjust. His voice was thick with lust even as blood welled up beneath my nails. "Scratch me. Claw me. Show me how much you hate me while I fuck this pussy raw. Add to my scar collection, baby girl. I’ll wear them with pride."

He started to move, hard and punishing, each thrust slamming me into the mattress with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to arch into him like a bow being drawn.

"You said Vincenzo’s name." His voice was deadly calm even as he pounded into me, even as his cock split me open over and over. "You said his cock was better. Let’s see if you still think that when I’m done with you. Let’s see if you can even remember his name."

I shut my eyes, wishing I could turn off his voice as well. Wishing I could disappear into the darkness behind my eyelids and pretend this wasn’t happening, pretend my body wasn’t responding, pretend I wasn’t getting wetter with every brutal thrust.

My eyes didn’t stay closed for long.

"Look at me," he yanked my hair so hard tears sprang to my eyes, his grey eyes burning into mine with manic intensity. "Don’t you dare close your eyes. You won’t hide from this. I want you to see exactly who’s fucking you. Who’s inside you. Who owns this cunt. I want my face burned into your memory so deep that every time you close your eyes for the rest of your life, you see me."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​