Alex
How dare you lock the door? Are you crazy?" I yelled but had no response, just the movement of feet and the unstable breath that came from inside.
"Open this damn door," I growled.
A low, painful groan rumbled through my chest as I fixed my eyes on the handle of the door; it twisted a little bit and stopped.
The urge to kick it open surged, and my breath hitched, my jaw clenched. Just then, the handle moved again, and this time the door opened.
Without waiting for it to open fully, I forced it open with one hard kick, and it fell into the other end.
"How dare you?" I roared, moving closer.
My eyes taking in the knife in her hand, her growing darkened eyes over my body, and that alone stirred a bitter pang in my heart. I moved closer, and she moved backwards, her grip over the knife firm, despite her arm trembling.
My chest growled, and I yanked the knife off her arms with one swift hit, and it fell to the floor. I held her arms so tight that she whimpered in pain, her eyes holding onto mine, almost teary.
I could see the dread buried deep into those set of blue eyes fixed on me. I never wanted to be this brutal, at least not on our first night. But she caused it all.
She pushed me too hard when she locked the door, and not only that, she held a knife against me? How silly?
I held her tightly, dragging her over to the other end of the bed, where I had chains and a padlock buried deep into the drawer.
Her pleas filled my ears, and her painful groans stung my ears. But it didn't change anything. I took out the chains and cuffed her two hands to the head frame of the bed.
My arms took in the movement of her body with a hard press over the soft, large bed. She struggled to break free; she flipped her body in the air, her legs moved vigorously in a sad, weakened attempt.
But I wasn't done. I was only getting started.
I felt a hard kick to my chest as I moved towards her legs, the impact of it sending a darkened, more dangerous anger, urge, and desire running through me.
With a hard smack, I knocked over her legs; the impact of the hit echoed throughout the entire room.
How fucking silly were all these lowlife bitches? They were all damn the same.
A pang struck in my heart, and without watching time, I held onto her legs forcefully and chained them one at a time, leaving them open suddenly and inviting, just the way I wanted it.
I turned to look into her eyes; tears streamed down her cheeks, her blue eyes all dulled just by the force and reaction.
But I was only getting started. With one forceful drag, I shredded off the gown she still wore; the sound of the fabrics slipping into shreds filled my heart with a greater sense of satisfaction.
"Pl…ease, don't do it," she struggled with the words in her mouth, and a smirk formed at the corner of my lips.
I thought she was being strong, brave, and a hard nut to crack. Where were these pleas coming from?
I ignored her and leaned closer, dragging the net bra and matching set of panties out of her body. She lay there before me naked, her curves in full display, inviting, and my heart stirred.
Raw hard desire to have her sounded in my heart like a little child craving for candies. I needed every bit of her. My heart longed for it more than the desire itself.
I found my arms trailing her soft skin that lay spotless and still before me. My lips took in her nipples in one fast, hungry move. She moaned painfully, but I continued.
My arms rubbing dominantly over her other nipples, the pleasure caressed through my body, my longing heightened.
Her loud, brutal moans only increased the pleasure, and that was all I wanted.
My lips continued on her breast and then trailed down to her tummy and then to her tight folds. She groaned, shaking herself violently, the moment my lips took in her clit. The sound of the chains shredding filled the air, but I continued. It only lifted the pleasure, and somehow I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted her to stop crying painfully. I never wanted the struggle to stop. I loved it brutal. Hard and raw.
I swallowed her clits into my mouth whole, chewing them without mercy. She whimpered and cried, pushing so hard that my arms gripped to her thighs, hit hard over the chains.
The pains surged through me with a darkened tear, and I stopped, took out my belt, and flipped it over her body. She cried in agony as I continued with the wipe over her naked body.
I wasn't done causing her pain. My heart longed for it; those moments ten years ago never stopped flooding my head with bitter pangs. Furious, dangerous, came the roar from my lips.
She cried, buried her arms in the duvet in agony, her eyes closed shut, her mouth still open, but no words came out as the belt kept coming over her body.
I needed that cry. But, I never heard those loud, painful groans and shouts. Just like that, I stopped. And my frustration heightened.
I looked at her, but her eyes were shut tight, her mouth still open, but something happened: she jerked vigorously over the bed, her arms held to the duvet tightly and painfully, while her chest raced in a desperate manner that tore something inside of me.
"Damn it, damn the silly pretense," I growled, tossing the belt to the floor and moving over to the door. I locked it from the outside and moved over to my room, which was just next to hers.
Opening the door, I walked in, slamming it so hard that the noise echoed throughout the entire room. Mirroring the depth of the frustration buried inside of me.
My arms slammed over the frame of the door despite the harsh sound that proceeded from it. I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt it was beyond the torture, beyond the hurt from ten years ago. It was something different.
I don't know how, but I almost jolted when a voice called from behind. I knew who it was instantly without turning, but my brows furrowed.
"Get a grip on yourself, please," she grumbled.
I turned to look at her darkened stare fixed at mine….