Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

Thanks to the tracker I injected into the nape of her neck while she was asleep, I’ll always know where she is. God, it turned me on to do that, and seeing the tiny bump beneath her skin. I had to fuck her again right then, and I did. I thrust myself balls-deep inside her before she could wake up. Now, thanks to that tracker, I’m always inside her, and I can get to her in a heartbeat.

Tyrant doesn’t let me leave his iron embrace, and now he’s grinning wickedly. “Go to the restroom? Take your beautiful, bleeding pussy away from me? I’m not letting you go anywhere until we get this blood all over my cock.”

“Please don’t. This is torture.”

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“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathes and laps at me again. I glance behind me. There’s blood on his lower lip, and he sucks it into his mouth and swallows like I’m delicious. “You’re crazy,” I whimper. “And you’re about to get fucked so hard you’ll feel me for a week.”

“Fuck yes, Vivienne. You blood-red little vixen. You’re getting your period all over me.”

“You’re making this embarrassing on purpose.” Tyrant gives a nasty laugh. “We could be in my bed. Instead, you’re getting carpet burn on your knees and bleeding down your thighs in the college library. Good girls who stay in my bed and obey all my rules get nice Tyrant. Bad girls who sneak off get mean Tyrant. Keep pushing me, angel, because I fucking love being mean to you.”

“Oh, fuck yes. Your blood and all my cum, dripping down your pretty flesh. What a well-fucked, sticky mess you are,”

“I’ll do it.” My brow wrinkles with confusion. “First you call me a slut, and now you want to clean me up?” “Not any slut. My little slut.” Tyrant peels the trench coat from my body and pats the sink. “Put your hands here, messy girl.”

“I have to leave you with something sweet to remember me by. Dear Diary, Tyrant is cruel and wicked, so why do I love him so much?” “I don’t keep a diary anymore.” Tyrant smirks and throws away a bunched-up paper towel, and I realize why. I didn’t say I didn’t love him. “You’re writing it in your head. Dear Diary, Tyrant loves cleaning up my pussy after he’s totally wrecked it. Wait here a moment.”

Tyrant comes back with a tampon that he must have taken from my bag. I reach for it, but he holds it away from me. “I’ll do it.”

Squeezing my ass with one hand and pulling my sex open, He pushes the applicator into me while staring into my eyes, making me gasp. “Mm. These things are much more fun when you get to put them in the pretty girl you just fucked. Thank you, Tyrant

WHAT

“Are you mad I’m choosing Barlow?” “You would think so, wouldn’t you?”

“If you won’t love me, Vivienne, you can fear me instead.”

I have her right where I want her, pregnant and trapped in my labyrinth. As I turn back onto the main road and race toward my house, I mutter at the dark road ahead, “You should have let me save you, Vivienne.”

“What’s going to happen now?” He thinks about this for a moment. “We could have done this the pretty way. I promised you a ring. I promised you everything, including your freedom, if you only stayed by my side forever, but that wasn’t good enough for you.”

I’m panicking, and he’s got an erection? “Open your mouth,”

“This isn’t for me. This is for you. Open your fucking mouth.” “What are you talking ab—” Tyrant seizes the opportunity while I’m talking to shove his cock past my lips.

“You need something in your mouth to make you calm. My finger. A gag. My cock. You relax when your mouth is full.” He keeps a tight hold of my hair as he slowly sits down on a bench and pulls me between his legs. “Suck on me and calm the fuck down.”

NO

He’s making me use his cock as a pacifier, and it’s working. I feel drowsy. I feel drugged.

“You won’t try to save them?” Tyrant asks. “Then what is it you want?” I wish Tyrant Mercer would give me my heart’s desire

Him. I want Tyrant. He’s my heart’s desire. Whatever happens next, I have to be his.

If that’s how he wants to make me his, then I’ll give that to him. His tracker in the back of my neck to keep me safe. His cock in my mouth when I need to calm down.

“Will you give me my heart’s desire?” I whisper, taking his face in my hands. “Angel, I’ll give you anything.”

For once, I don’t duck my head in shame or tell myself that I’m disgusting and everything I want and need is wrong. I wrap my arms tighter around Tyrant and stare Dad down.

The Merrick girl starts to sob. “I didn’t want them to kill Vivienne. I thought maybe they would scare her and put her off, um, men.” I lean down and seize the front of her T-shirt, brandishing the knife in her face. “You wanted them to rape her so brutally that she’d be too traumatized to love me? You’re a fucked-up little bitch.”

For what Julia is saying to be true, it would mean that Dad borrowed money from his friend, and when he couldn’t pay him back, he told Lucas to do whatever he liked to me as payment.

A sickened feeling twists my guts. I picture Dad and Lucas casually drinking beer while discussing how difficult I am to assault.

Finally, I round the corner to see Dad on top of Samantha. Dad slowly lets go of her throat and stands up. Samantha’s eyes are wide and fixed. Tears have leaked over her cheeks and temples as she fought for her last breath. She’s dead.

I’m done begging for Dad’s life, and I don’t need Tyrant to kill him for me either. I reach into my sleeve, rip off the knife that’s taped to my forearm, and I drive it into the side of my father’s neck.

“You want me to help you, even though you never helped me?” I speak loudly and clearly so he can understand me in his last moments. “These scars? They’re my love for Tyrant. My love for Barlow. Their love for me. You’re not standing in my way any longer and telling me what I do and don’t deserve. I deserve everything. And you deserve to die.”

“And you never did. The choice was never between Vivienne and another woman. The choice was Vivienne or no one.”

Tyrant is my knife, and I am his sheathe. He cuts deep, and I am free.

“Oh, yes. I’m such a good girl for running from you and defying you for months and months. Digging the tracker out of my own neck and not telling you I’m pregnant.” “Well, you know I love the chase.”

We’ve been through so much together in such a short time. I think of cutesy couples beaming at each other and saying things like, When it’s right, you just know. For us, it’s more like, When it’s so deliciously fucked up, you just know

“You’re supposed to be romantic and go down on one knee, not ambush me in the middle of the night. What if I say no?” “With my cock this deep inside you, my baby in your belly, and with you trapped within my labyrinth? Just try it.”

“You’re going to be my wife, and my wife doesn’t have a choice. The ring is for everyone else to know you’re mine and for you to know you belong to me. This is for me. These are my wedding vows. Hold still.”

“If that tracker ever goes dark or you take it out, I will punish my wife until she begs for mercy. Do you understand me?”

“Who’s Tyrant’s good girl?” It’s the easiest question I’ve ever answered. “Me. Always me.”