Page 84 of Nemesync
“Stop fucking moving,” I say, trying to keep her still, but she keeps trying to push me away.
“What the fuck was that, Zanae? Do you think you can flirt with one of these fucking men before me and hide afterward? Is that what you believe? Do you think so little of me?”
She bites my hand, fiercely enough to make me release her mouth, and I weakly smile at her ferocity.
“Go to hell,” she spits, full of jealousy, full of madness.
My Zanae, so much anger, so fucking much.
“Where do you think I come from,Milaya?”
She wiggles and moves to try to free herself from my grip, but she can’t do anything about it. Too bad I don’t want her to fucking break free from me. She even tries to hit me with her legs, obviously, I press myself against her harder so that she can’t move them anymore.
Why am I so turned on by her attitude?
“Do you think you can be possessive with me, but I can’t, Elijah? Let a girl touch your chest or whisper in your ear, and I’ll do worse with men and women if needed. I’m not a toy, so now release me before I scream and shove my fingers into your eyes.”
She’s jealous, so jealous.
I want to punish her for what she’s done, her little game with those bastards, and remind her how I’m the only one with whom she can use that sweet, whispering voice and that damn look she has.
“I’ll be crystal clear. The next time I catch you approaching a man and trying to seduce him; I’ll snap his neck and I won’t stop at breaking it. I’ll grind every ounce of life out of him until the ground beneath us is painted in his fucking blood. And then, I’ll tattoo a warning on your skin using the same blood, that you’re not to be taken. Do you understand that?”
She looks at me, eyes filled with defiance. “And let me be clear. You’ve lost the right to be possessive with me while letting others touch you. The next time I see you so close to a woman while playing these games with me, Elijah, I’ll tie you to a chair and let a man fuck me in front of you, and I’ll scream his name without stopping. Do something like this and I’ll do worse Volkov. Are we clear?”
Another man? Touching her?
My vision turns red, red, and fucking red.
No brown, no color.
Without giving her time to realize anything, I put my hand back on her mouth, firmly, and used my other hand to go down and find her drenched panties under her skirt.
Fuckingsoaked.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” I whisper to myself.
My lips brush against her ear, gently, and she smells so good it’s driving me insane. “Listen carefully, no screams. Be a good girl. We’re in public, after all. But make damn sure your head gets the message loud and clear.”
My fingers pushed her underwear beside her entrance, and without waiting, I thrust two fingers in her.
Her eyes abruptly open, then roll backward –That’s the effect I have on you, Zanae.
No one has the right to have that vision except me.
“None of these men will approach you, Zanae, and do you know why? If tomorrow I decide you’re mine, everyone will know it. No one will dare to speak to you and not a soul will have the guts to approach you. Because if they try, I’ll be their fucking grim reaper, waiting for them around the corner and I’ll chop off their heads with my scythe. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Her small hands grip my arms as my fingers continue their movements. Her nails painfully yet delightfully dig into my skin, marking me, just like I crave it. Painfully pleasurable.
My hand muffles the little moans she lets out. It’s primal, animalistic, I don’t control the way my fingers impale her hard and brutally. I just need her to understand that there’s no version in any alternative world, where she isn’t mine.
“No woman other than you will have my fingers inside her; none will know how to take me as well as your little cunt does. I haven’t even had you entirely, yet I already know you’ll take my cock perfectly.”
My movements become faster and stronger. I pull her towards the sink, my hand still over her lips, while the other doesn’t slow down and push in and out with so much hunger.
We’re in front of the mirror; she’s entirely mine, eyes filled with desire, full of hatred, just like mine.
They burn with passion; they burn with intensity.
