CHAPTER FOUR: Because of Love?

I groaned feeling the pain on the side of my head. I opened my eyes and I was welcomed by blinding lights. 

“Blinding lights...” Serra’s voice rang in my ears again. I blinked twice to adjust my sight.

I turned around and I could see nothing but darkness. The only source of light was the swaying lamp above my head.

The cold breeze kissed my skin waking the fine hairs on my entire body. I was dying to touch the side of my head because of the raging pain the impact left. My skin in that part tightened because of a dried foreign substance. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind me. A rope was looped around my bare chest and shoulders making me intact with the wooden chair and my feet were also tied at the chair’s feet. I examined my body and I found myself naked.

I was agitated by the reiterating click-clack of a shoe in the room. I don’t know where to focus my sight not until a lady revealed herself in front of me from the dark part of the room. She was wearing an all-crimson-red outfit like the girl I saw in the dorm’s hallway. The only difference was that I get to see her face.

“Y-You?” I tried to sound firm but my voice cracked.

A wicked grin plastered on her lips, bloody-red painted lips. She faked a cough and threw the mask she was wearing to hide her face.

“You planned everything? What do you want from me?” I yelled moving my shoulder back and forth, trying to break free.

“You.” She lifted a brow and released a grin after. Her eyes were glued to mine full of lust. “I want you.” She licked her upper lip slowly then bit the bottom and let out a moan.

She leaned closer and licked my jaw up to the tightened skin on the side of my head. She grabbed my chin and claimed my lips while her other hand trailed down my chest, then my abs, and stopped on my length. I turned my head on the side to avoid her lips.

“Don’t touch me, bitch!” I spat on her face.

She stood straight and threw me her bloodshot eyes. The corner of her lips rose as she let out a peal of demonic laughter. She wiped my saliva on her face using her fingers and licked it.

She inclined downwards to my ear and whispered, “the more you resist the more I like it, Bruce.”

She tried to kiss me again but I moved my head sideways evading her lips.

“You’re challenging me, Bruce. I like thrills, baby. You’re turning me on.” She moaned and clutched my hair pulling it downwards making me look up. It abled her to reclaim my lips.

Her kiss was rough and wild. I tried to bite her lips with force but she immediately dodged it.

“If you don’t want me to play with your head then I’ll play with your other head instead.” She smirked and knelt between my legs.

She grabbed my length and massaged its body while licking the head. I could feel my manhood hardened and my body heated.

“You like it?” She smirked and worked around the tip while choking the body, moving it up and down.

I retained my straight face, not giving her the reaction she wanted. “I’m disgusted. I loathe you–”

“Really? But your body says otherwise.” She stared at me and swallowed my entire length. I felt miserable, I couldn’t do anything but watch my cock vanished in her mouth. Her lips tightened around my length and I hated how my body reacted. 

Heat gobbled my entire being but I refused to satisfy her. She pushed her head back and forth deep throating my hard member without leaving her eyes on mine. My stomach squeezed telling me that I was almost there. I smiled bitterly. I despised what she was doing to me but I got no control over my body. I bit my lower lip hard to prevent myself from moaning.

“Too loyal to moan huh?” She let go of my member making my stomach contract more.

She stood up and sat on my lap facing me. She rubbed her ass against my cock and I felt her wetness through her thong. She clutched my shoulders digging her nails on my flesh and her back arced giving in to the pleasure. She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me torridly to fill her thirst. She braced my chin as her other hand traveled down my length and jerked it up and down without letting go of my lips. She held my cock straight upwards and slipped it on the side of her thong and inserted it in her wetness. She lifted her body and dumped it to my hardness.

Something ripped inside her. She groaned in pain but that didn’t stop her from riding my dick. Her groans slowly turned to moans as the pain was mixed with pleasure because of her nonstop self-thrusting. She was very tight and dripping wet.

“You are my first...” she mumbled in between her moans. “How about her? She was ravaged by someone else before you. How can you love a second-hand toy, a trash,” she added still thrusting herself against my length.

The heat succumbed me entirely. She owned my lips once more and this time, I kissed back. She snaked her arms around my nape and deepen the kiss. I bit her bottom lip hard until I could taste her blood. My cheek stung due to her heavy slap. Blood oozed from her cut lip. She met my eyes with tremendous pleasure. My throat dried seeing satisfaction in her eyes instead of anger. I swallowed down my fear and drew my head backward to create momentum and head-bat her. Her head tilted upward.

“You shouldn’t have disrespected my girl. You are nothing compared to her,” I scoffed. “You may please and satisfy my cock but not my heart that belonged to no one but Amara,” I dismissively added.

Her head remained facing the ceiling. She deliberately pulled her head back while letting out a diabolical giggle. This time, it wasn’t just her lips that bleed but also her nose. In one swift move, she ripped her thong and threw it away.

She bounced faster which drove me insane. I don’t know where to focus my head. I clenched my fist in frustration. Her entrance tightened around my dick as she was close to orgasm. She clamped my hair pulling it toward the floor. She squirmed showering my hardness with her warm and ample juice.

I pursed my lips hard and throttled the moans the caught up in my throat. She pressed her body against mine while still thrusting. Her mounds rubbed against my bare chest. My breath was heavy, I was sweating endless and I couldn’t feel the cold breeze anymore. I screamed when she stabbed my back multiple times using something sharp.

“Ah... yes! Scream!” she whimpered in pleasure.

If hearing my scream made her happy then I decline to satiate her. I shut my lips and screamed silently. She reluctantly stabbed my back again and it didn’t take long for her second orgasm. She stabbed as much as she forced my member inside her. She stood up pulling her wetness away and that was the only time I freed what I accumulated inside me because of pleasure. She swiftly bent over and choked my length with her lips. She sucked and lick my fluid without leaving a drop. After that, she licked the blood on her knife.

“Now that I experienced both, I conclude that screams are better than moans, blood is sweeter than cum, watching someone suffer is better than sex.” She intently glued her sight at me while licking my blood around her fingers. “Finger-licking-good ahh...” She let out a soft moan. Lust governed over her eyes.

“You’re a monster,” I jeered.

She sneered at me and gave me a mocking look.

“And you’re a hero?” She clutched my hair roughly backward. “Don’t get too cocky. You saved other people’s baby yet you want to kill your own?” She laughed devilishly.

“It wasn’t me–”

Her hand on my cheek cut me off.

“It was still you, Bruce!” She exclaimed. She leaned and whispered in my ear, “You failed to fight the demon inside you.”

“You knew?” My jaw clenched as I gritted my teeth.

She knew that something is inside me yet she got the nerve to accuse me of killing my own child?

She let go of my hair and shrugged. She then gave me a boastful smile.

“Why are you doing this?” I clenched my fist from behind. “You got what you want!” My neck tautened.

I’ve been dying to know why she was doing such cruel things. It was unbelievable for someone with high and honorable family background to do such horrendous things.

“I got what I want? Do you really think it’s all about sex?” She disdained. “What I wanted was not you, Bruce. But who’s inside you.” She sat on my lap again grinding her ass on my cock.

“You’re doing this because of love? You loved Mark?” I asked in disbelief.

She gasped and strode backward. She covered her lips with her hand. Her face softened, sobs eluded her mouth and tears rolled down her cheeks.