Page 95 of Cut Me Down

“Are you two okay?” He looks back at Serena and then to me with worry.

“I'm going to be sick.” Serena says as she jerks her hand away and holds it against her mouth.

“Go behind the car.” I snap around and tell her. Wishing I sounded a little softer, but my own nerves are pummeling my head, and I couldn’t stop it. She gently nods and quietly gets out of the car. Stumbling to the ground and crawling on her hands and knees.

I focus my gaze on him as he looks away, and he runs his large, strong hands through his hair and grasps it at the base of his neck, trying to calm himself down. Though for right now, I don’t want him calm. I want him to take every enraged thought out on me. Releasing his own anger into my body as thoroughly as he can manage. My body is already tightening to the thought as I feel my arousal make my thighs slippery.

The moment she shuts the door, I jump him. Practically flying over the middle console and straddling him. He's taken by surprise for a moment, but then something snaps and an overpowering hunger takes hold. Those feral eyes lock on to mine, and he lets the seat back some as he forcefully plants his lips to mine. Crashing his lips against me and instantly attacking my tongue in a frenzy.

I start to unbutton his jeans. Pulling and tugging at the rough material, desperate to get them off. He starts biting my lower lip between tongue diving kisses, causing it to swell. I taste blood, but I'm unsure if it’s that our victims or mine, and while I know I should care, I don’t. I'm so focused on riding his cock that nothing else matters in this moment. His hand runs up my dress and clamps down onto my nipple, and I moan loudly through my lips onto his. The pain only makes my pussy clench, and I'm frustrated that it's clenching on nothing but air.

After I finally manage to undo his pants, I pull down as hard as I can. Freeing his straining cock and watching as it bounces against his stomach to stand up right. My mouth waters at the sight of how much precum is already leaking from it, and the urge to fuck him completely takes over. I lift up my dress, move my thong to the side, and forcefully set myself on him. Taking him all the way in one move. No foreplay, no prep, just feeling his large dick tear into me, and it’s the best pain I've ever felt in my life. I feel like I might come just from that.

Screaming moans escape my mouth as he groans loudly in pleasure. His cock is already throbbing inside me, and I can't resist the searing need to move. I bounce myself up and down on his length, rolling my hips with every motion to really feel him slide in and out of me. With how tightly I'm clenching my pussy on to his dick, there should be enough friction to start a fire, but I think my arousal makes that possibility obsolete.

“Fuuuck.” He grunts as he takes control. His pounding, forceful movements rocking me up and down. Thrusting so hard into me I feel I might break, and holy God, do I want him to break me. He hits the right spot every time. Reaching so far inside me that my stomach gets that rushing feeling with every plunge. The rumbles from the growling deep in his throat fill the car and I feel my pussy flutter to the sound. Driving my need to come even deeper. He reaches for my neck, and I desperately want him to wrap that large hand around my windpipe, but he can’t get a good hold due to the blood slipping his hand over my skin.

I place a hand on his chest to steady myself. His shirt drenched in blood, and as I move my other hand to his face, it smears more red slick across him. The smooth feeling of the liquid on his face is soothing…the slip of the crimson under my fingers compliments the hungry, hypnotizing blue eyes staring at me. As I look at him, I begin to paint him with it. Smearing it across his neck, jaw and collarbone. I’m completely entranced with the aftermath of our violence, knowing that we did it to protect each other.

He grips my hips even tighter, his fingers digging into the skin, as he fucks me into an oblivion. His movements are fast and erratic, and his size allows him to drill into me in the perfect ways. That pull from my stomach comes on hard and fast as I build pressure like a balloon before it pops.

“Oh, God! Yes!” I scream out, but he reaches up and attacks my mouth again, only for me to pull away to scream against his lips as my shaking body flies into an orgasm. He keeps his pace, aiding me through it as he works to send himself over too. His constant movement only prolonging my pleasure and knocking my eyes into the back of my head. A few more thrusts, and I feel his body tense. He roars loudly as his warmth fills me. I clench my fists, one in his hair and the other on his shirt as I dig myself deeper onto him, taking all of him in.

As we both come crashing down my body can’t help but jerk at every slower movement, fighting the plummet back to earth. Leaving himself in me, he grabs the back of my head gently with both hands as he places our foreheads together. Resting his against mine as we breathe heavily, and I place my hands on their favorite spot on his jaw and try to calm him. I felt the way his heart was pounding. Showcasing his anxiety. Even after all of that, he needs proof that I’m still alive. That we’re here together, and he isn’t dreaming.

“Fuck, you are perfect.” He says to me, and I can’t make out words to reply at the moment, so I just kiss him. My mind and body are both now racing. The adrenaline high is coming down, and I’m crashing back to the horrors of the situation. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I nod frantically. Trying not to grip his face so hard that I hurt him.

“Yeah, I think so.” I watch as another bead of red sweat falls into my sight. “I want to get the blood off of me…” The realization of what just happened, what I just said, is sinking into my skin…a cold wave crashing over me… “I killed someone…” I whisper.

“You're in shock. Take a minute.” He begins to run his fingers over my head as he gently lifts me off and removes himself before setting me back on his lap.

“I'm fine…”I’m not fine…“I just stabbed a man…with shears…I just…oh God…what did I do?...” I look at my shaky hands, and I see my right arm covered in blood…the burning returns full force as the image looks the same as years before…my tattoos are now stained with my pain…that man’s pain that I caused… “Oh my God…” I start to frantically wipe the blood off, only to smear it around…I feel my tears begin to fall and mix with the blood on my face. The droplets now running down my cheeks slower than ever due to the thick mixture. His hands grab onto my wrists and move them to either side of my face to grab my attention.

“Little wolf, look at me.” I do as he commands, even though I'm shaking so badly I can’t see him straight. “This is not the same thing. Cooper did that to you because he was a sick, sadistic, fuck who got pleasure out of hurting you. That man was going to kill you and your best friend. You are not Cooper. Breathe.” We both take a second and try to catch our breath, him being much more successful than me.

“I don’t know what happened. He was going to kill you. H-he was…he was going to take you from me…I-I couldn’t…he would’ve killed you…” His eyes widen as they soften, almost as if he doesn’t believe what came out of my mouth.

“I’m fine baby, you did great.” He moves his hands to my face, and I lower my hands back to his chest. “You did great.” Nodding as he takes in deep breaths, I get the clue to join him. Much like he did the night he killed Cooper. I breathe in the iron taste, and I slowly stop shaking enough to focus and close my eyes. “That’s my good girl. You did what you had to do and that’s all.”

That’s all? I killed someone. That person is no longer breathing. How do I just accept that? How does he accept that? I know he kills people every day, but how do you just get used to that? How will he look at me now that I’ve committed a murder? Will he think any different of me? No, he would never. I just need to come to terms that he’s right. That man was going to kill Damien…and God what he would’ve done to Serena and I.

Just focus on that…just focus on that…

“What the fuck did they want?” He asks through his teeth. His words now hissing with anger.

“They were asking about Cooper. They wanted to know where he was…but I wouldn't tell him anything…” He takes a deep breath. Clenching and unclenching his jaw in anger before he starts to caress my face.

“I know, little wolf. You did so good, baby.” He plants a gentle kiss to my forehead before he moves a finger to his earpiece. “Talk to me about police coms on the chase and Cut Me Down…what do you mean there is none?...meet me at the house...” He rips the piece out and harshly holds it in his hand. I can tell he wants to chuck the small piece of metal and plastic but refrains as he looks back in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I shakily ask.

“I have to get you out of here. Get Serena.” He gestures towards the driver’s side door. I nod and climb out of the car on his side to get her.

Chapter thirty-five

Damien

It’s only been about ten minutes since we left downtown, and my little wolf is asleep in the passenger seat. Covered in blood, like a wolf coming back after a hunt. I love how much energy being so brave takes from her. Even after everything she’s gone through, violence still surprises her. Watching the realization of what she did overtake her features made my heart shatter. She’s such a sweet soul that I wasn’t sure if she would ever be capable of something like that.

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