Page 9 of Unbound

I fuck her with a desperate intention of making her hate me.

Grasping her wrists, I bite into her neck. “Go ahead, tell me youdon’tlove me.” I’m begging her, fucking pleading for her to put me out of my misery. “Feed me your lies if that’s what makes you feel better. I know you’re lying because your pussy tells me everything I need to know.” I breathe out against her wet skin, colored with the marks my mouth has forcibly left behind.

My teeth sink into the tender skin of her shoulder as I’m held up by one hand and with an intensity I only have with her, a burn only sheknowsbecause she’s the reason it ignites.

“Idon’tlove you,” she tells me. The words are whispered yet they hit my chest with force, a bullet straight to my heart. She’s lying, I think. Somehow, someway, she’salwaysgoing to love me.

Hastily my lips move, my mouth never landing in one spot until it does. “Shh,” I whisper, lips to lips. I’m breathing so loudly my words are muffled because I can’t catch my fucking breath anymore. And then I swallow my hurt, my fear. I need to be the strong one.

“I mean it,” she tells me quietly, as I’m reaching around her left thigh to bring it up around my waist.

“You don’t.” I take all of her until we’re fastened together. I take, and take, and take everything and then some because that’s what I’m good at, heaving and hating until I’m holding onto nothing. Nothing because that’s what’s left of this love. With haste and anger swimming through my heart, I grip her hair so hard she winces, and twist her head until she’s looking at me. I search her eyes and see nothing but hate. “You need to fucking hate me.”

She winces again, trying to move. “You’re hurting me.”

I growl against her lips, “You’rekillingme.”

When she cries out, I cover her mouth with mine, smothering her attempts to stop me, drowning out what I don’t want to hear. I bottle it up, bend it, control what I can for now.

Dragging my kiss, my tongue, my body against hers, I don’t ease up. No, I push harder than before, each thrust into her is more than I’ve ever given before. Possessiveness soaring through my veins, not wanting to let go. This girl is mine, and I don’t want to let go. Not right now at least. For now… I have this second with her.

These screams are mine.

The way her body curves into mine… that’s mine, too. No one can take that from me.

I don’t fuck around. I don’t tease her or myself. Knees apart, I give her what we want, need, desire, and beg for. Digging my fingers into her hips, I fucking groan at the contact of being wrapped around her, spread out before me, loving me the way only she knows how to.

She cries throughout the entire time and I hate it. Every fucking minute of it like my body on hers is the end of everything she’s ever wanted. Something in her stare, her grip on my shoulders, it tells me she knows I’m leaving after this. She senses it.

Those cries, they’re my fault too. Every tear shed from this girl is because of me. The words I’ve said and the bitter fucking pain I’ve created. Until me, she didn’t know what it was like to love selflessly and get nothing in return. Now… she knows pain. She knows heartache. All because of me. But this is of her own creation. She’s made me this way. I didn’t create this fucked-up mess alone. It’s her, us, the destruction we can’t stop ourselves from inflicting on each other.

I fuck her harder than ever before. I know she’ll have bruises—and for a moment—I don’t care. I just want her to feel what I’m feeling as a reminder when I’m gone forever.

“Fuck,” falls from my parted lips, rocking my hips and watching her body give everything I’m taking from her and every miserable ounce of frustration I’ve shouldered because of her. I fuck her as hard as I wish I could fight for her, for us.

My jaw clenches and my heart cracks a little more. I look down at her face, her body tenses around me, her eyes on mine. She can feel the cold radiating from mine, the will to make her hate me. It gives her chills that freeze these blue eyes I want to sink into every day.

She needs to see this, the way she’s fucking wrecking me. She’s destroyed everything about me.

Fucking take it. See what you’ve done.

I’m having a hard time controlling myself and if I wanted to, I could come with each thrust, but I don’t. It’s always easy with her. I’ve been with too many girls to count recently, but no one satisfies me the way she does.

I refuse to let go, not yet. Someone has to hold on.

In so many ways, she’s trying to let go. But not now. No, this time I’m in control and when I finally do let go, when I’m finally done, she’s going to fucking know it and then I’m gone.

Part of me wants to try to be gentle, but I can’t. I’m incapable of it. For so long, she wanted to understand why I’ve become this person, someone she says she doesn’t even recognize anymore. Well, this is me, what I’ve become, what I’m feeling. Anger, resentment, frustration, it swims through my veins and it’s the only fucking thing I can give her.

Covering her body with mine, my belt digs into her knees. With a gasp, she spreads them wider allowing me to fuck her harder.

Maybe she sees it now. Maybe she wants it.

Raising up on my hands again, I watch because as much as it hurts to do so, I want to look at her. There’s a captivating beauty only she holds. A power only she has over me.

Fuck her for having this ability to destroy me.

The white pillow below her captures the tears falling, her eyes closed off but forced open when I grunt and move my hand. I take a handful of her hair and pull, but she doesn’t wince, only watches me. She knows why I’m doing this.

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