Page 48 of Graves

“I’ve never raped you, angel. You’ve never told me no, never pushed me away from you. You’ve always been willing and giving of your body, a gift I treasure.”

“You made me think you were someone else, that’s rape, Zayden!”

He lets out a groan as he drops his hips down against me, rubbing his hardening cock against me through his pants.

“I love it when you say my name, angel.”

“Stop calling me that,” I grit out, doing my best to keep my head through his fucked-up mind games.

“I can’t. That’s what you are. You’re my angel, and I’ll be your devil. Bound for all eternity. I’ll do anything to protect you, always know that.”

“From everyone but you, right?” I bite.

“Exactly,” he says before cupping my pussy, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I try to repress a moan, but with a little more pressure, it escapes me before I can help it.

Zayden continues this move as he takes the knife in his other hand and begins dragging the blade against my skin again, this time on the sharp side. My pulse begins to thunder as fear grasps me in a chokehold when the silky tip of the blade pierces my skin just slightly, enough to allow a bead of blood tofollow with it.

He makes two more cuts, each just below the other, on my inner thigh, the sharp pain morphing into something unnamed, something unknown, and a dark, recessed part of me enjoys it.

“Fuck, I knew you’d bleed so beautifully for me.”

His eyes collide with my own, that same bloodlust-hazed look in his eyes like it was earlier tonight as he sets the blade aside and rubs his thumb over the cuts, smearing the blood across my thigh before lifting it to his mouth and rubbing it against his lips. His tongue flicks out, tracing over the crimson red before he groans and rolls his eyes into the back of his head. I feel his palm increase in speed against me, and when he plunges a finger inside me, I’m embarrassed to say that I’m absolutely soaked. He adds another finger before pulling out, rubbing those same fingers into my blood once more before sucking on them.

I should be repulsed. He’s disgusting, sick, and demented, for sure. I should not feel my pussy pulsing, ready to fall apart at the sight of this psychotic man losing his fucking mind because of me, for me. Without another word, he pulls his cock out with one hand before he’s shoving himself inside me.

A sharp scream tears through me at the aggressive thrust before it fades into an unwanted moan. I should be fighting harder, I shouldn’t succumb. But when his hand digs into my hair, fisting it into his palm as he forces my eyes on his, I let go of everything, and I exist in this moment, no matter how wrong it is, it feels so fucking good.

“You’re so perfect, angel. I need to have you forever,”he pants as he tightens his hold on me.

“Fuck,” I moan as his pelvis grinds against my clit.

“Goddamn, your cunt grips me so good. Tell me how much you love my cock in you. Say my name,” he groans.

I shouldn’t be giving in to this at all, let alone obeying his commands, but his name slips past my lips like it was always meant to, and he rewards me with his fingertips now dancing against my clit.

“Zayden.”

He doesn’t last another second, shoving deep inside me, hitting my G-spot, and making me see stars as his warm cum fills me. Once his orgasm subsides, that doesn’t stop him, as he continues fucking me for several more seconds, practically forcing the cum as deep as it can go before he finally slows, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“That was perfect.”

Now that my own orgasm has subsided, I don’t know how to feel or what to think. I’m disgusted with myself and confused and still kind of turned on. The sudden need to cover myself is strong as I try to cover my body with my hands. Zayden watches me carefully, and it’s almost like he can see in my mind, like he’s attempting to allow me inside his. I’m not sure I want to go to a place like that, though.

He shucks off his leather jacket before peeling up his shirt, revealing those insanely defined sets of muscles covered in the various shaded tattoos, before pulling the shirt over me. He continues to unravel it down my body until it hits my upper thigh, just barely covering the three cuts that are finally notbleeding.

I watch as his fingers dance around the puffy and swollen skin as if he were entranced by it.

“Will they scar?” I ask.

He shakes his head before looking up at me.

“When I mark you forever, it will only be when you beg me to.”

I don’t say anything to that, as we both just watch each other for several seconds. I feel his other hand come up to my lips, brushing against them reverently. Something is wrong with me. I can’t describe it, I can barely comprehend it, but all I know is that right now, in this moment, I want him to kiss me more than I want my next breath.

Maybe I want it so I can confirm that I have nothing but disdain for him, that what just happened was nothing more than a lust-fueled haze. I was scared and running on an adrenaline high. That’s all it was, and if his lips touching mine fills me with the revulsion it should, I’ll know for sure that I’m not crazy. I haven’t lost my mind. I was acting out of survival and a basic human reaction.

My mind made up, I lift a hand to the back of his neck, pressing forward slightly and making my intention clear. His eyes flash with surprise, and he doesn’t hesitate, his lips are on mine in the next instant.

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