Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

But while I may be a runner, I’m sure as hell not a fucking doormat. I will always fight back.

“You're right. I have done bad things to survive, and I'm definitely not free of sin. So don't be mistaken and think you will be an exception,” I snarl.

Sylvester's expression turns thunderous, my only warning before he stands and backhands me across the face, its force sending me crashing to my ass.

“That is the last time you will disrespect me in my own home.”

“What are you thinking?” she asks in a whisper. “He wants what I have.” When she stays silent, I drop my gaze to her. “You, bella. He doesn’t like the thought of me having you,” I say, my voice so deep, I no longer recognize it myself. “Imagine how he would feel if he was made to watch.” “Enzo,” she breathes.

Forcing Sylvester to bear something he would deem unbearable… I can’t explain the excitement that has adrenaline injecting straight into my heart. “But then I would really have to kill him,” I conclude. Her brow pinches, and that pink mouth is parted with confusion. Despite her uncertainty, her eyes are blown wide, and little pants are slipping past her tongue. “Why?” she murmurs. I reach up, thumbing those sweet lips until the sensitive flesh pinches into her teeth. Who knew a single word could plague me so profoundly? Mine.

“Because anyone who looks at what’s mine will never live to tell about it,” I rasp. “Is that what I am?” she croaks. “Yours?” “You always have been,” I murmur. “Now, it's only a matter of if you stay.” She doesn't say yes, and again, I’m overcome with the need to keep her anyway.

“È impossibile odiarti quando mi fai sentire così vivo,” I start, slipping two fingers past her lips and hooking them over her teeth, bringing her closer. “Ed è esattamente per questo che voglio odiarti. Prima di incontrare te ero un sonnambulo. Cazzo, non ero pronto a svegliarmi.”

“Ho sbagliato a dirti che eri debole. Sei così incredibilmente coraggiosa, vorrei che lo vedessi anche tu.”

“Ti penso ogni ora, ogni minuto, ogni dannato secondo. Non so che fare.”

“L’oceano era l’unico posto in cui mi sentivo a casa,”

“Era l’unica cosa che mi eccitava e dava pace. Hai rovinato anche questo. Sentirti su di me è meglio di immergersi nell’oceano. Neanche con questa rivelazione so che fare.”

“One day,” she pants. “I’m going to learn Italian, and I’ll know exactly what you said.”

“Fuck, you smell so good,” I groan before diving my tongue inside her tight hole. Sawyer moans loudly, the sound echoing throughout the cave as I begin to eat her cunt with vigor. “Enzo,” she cries, bucking her hips into me. I slide my tongue down to her clit, circling it persistently until her legs are shaking. “Oh, don’t stop!” She widens her stance and arches her back further to give me a better angle.

I imagine this hunger I feel for her is no less savage than a starving shark amongst its prey.

A loud scream pierces the air, and her entire body begins to seize. The moment I retract my fingers, her release is pouring onto me. Quickly, I hook both arms around each thigh and force her back down on my face, opening my mouth wide and drinking from her like a man who’s been lost at sea for months.

“Wait, don’t put me under yet,” she breathes, her heavy exhales disturbing the still water. “Let me—I still can’t breathe.” “Baby, you’ll never be able to breathe as long as I’m inside you,” I retort. I line up my cock with her entrance and slowly push inside her, no longer able to go another second without her wrapped around me.

“That’s such a good girl, baby.”

“You can take it,” I assure. “Can you feel how tightly your pussy clings to me? Like it never wants to let me go. How deep do you think you can take me before you’re begging for me to stop?”

“Take a deep breath. This time, keep it in,” I order. “I’m going to keep you under longer, and I don’t care how much you fight me. Your pussy gets so tight when you’re on the brink of death.” Her response is a sob, but she does as I say and inhales as deeply as she can. “Relax, bella. I won’t let you drown. I want to show you how good it feels to live.”

I’m fucking her hard enough that the sound of our skin slapping and the wet noises her pussy is making are louder than her splashing in the water.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Sawyer,” I chant, crowding over her and sinking my teeth into her shoulder as my own orgasm tears through me. More words slip out, trading between Italian and English. I’ve no idea what I’m saying, solely that it’s the only prayer I’ve ever believed in. My vision goes black, and never-ending groans ripple from my throat while I spill inside her, streams of cum filling her pussy until it’s pouring out of her. “Oh my God, oh my God, Enzo,” she chokes, voice raspy and hoarse.

The sensation becomes too much, so I rip myself out of her, an animalistic feeling rising in my chest when my release streams down her leg.

Using two fingers, I gather it from her leg and push it back inside her cunt, biting my lip when she chokes on a g...

“Ma solo quando sono pronto a venire con te. Annegheremo insieme, bella ladra.”

“You need to relax,” he interrupts. I blink. “Enzo, it’s not the first time I’ve experienced back pain. I’m not an invalid.” He steps into my space and catches my chin between his fingers. I gasp, and an electric shiver zips down my spine. “I’m more than aware that you’re a capable woman, Sawyer. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you.”

I’m not going to stand there and argue about a ghost defying the laws of physics. I’d rather spend my time gurgling caffeine like I’m a porn star surrounded by five dicks.

If I don’t get to sleep, the dead don’t get to, either.

“I can’t stand to look at you. Not because I don’t like what I see, Sawyer. It’s because I fucking hate how it makes me feel.”

“I don’t understand what happened today. You said you wouldn’t be cruel anymore.”

“You’re a goddamn siren, and I’m the fool who would gladly drown just to get a taste of you. Starve, for all I care, bella, but I will be eating tonight, and the only thing I’m hungry for is you.”

My entire body lights up like a city coming out of a blackout, my nerves gridlocked with electrical currents as he claims my lips.

He consumes me with such intensity, I don’t know how I ever believed he stopped wanting me. “Fuck,” he mutters into my mouth before capturing my lips again. His hands grip either side of my face, sliding back into my hair and inhaling me deeper.

Electricity rolls down my spine, and with each kiss, I feel on the verge of combusting. We’re the perfect storm, where he is the thunder, and I am the lightning.

If I’m the siren, then he must be Poseidon, an angry god who commands my body like it’s the ocean beneath his fingertips.

He feasts on me like a man stranded on an island, deprived of food, and I’m the only thing left to eat.

It’s only when my vision clears that I realize my thighs are soaked, Enzo’s face even more so. “How do you keep making me do that?” I pant. He’s not the first man to go down on me and bring me to orgasm, but I feel like fucking Pavlov’s dog, and somehow, he’s managed to train my pussy to drool for him on command.

Reaching for his waistband, I slide his shorts down and free his cock. I’m not embarrassed by the way my mouth waters at the sight. He possesses something to be worshiped.

Can he hear me tell him that he is the first man I could pleasure without feeling sick? Can he hear that with him, inviting a man into my body feels like a choice and not a means to survive? Does he hear me thanking him for making me feel less broken?

“Show me, bella,” he rasps. “Show me where you hurt so I know where to love you most.”

He feels too good, and his cock is hitting a place inside me that has my eyes rolling. My head drops back, a sob bursting from my throat. I can feel my heart falling victim, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. His teeth scrape against my neck a moment before he bites down on the flesh below my ear. I shudder as he sucks, heightening the euphoria. I’m so close to shattering. And I’m scared for him to see those jagged pieces and decide they’re not worth bleeding for.

“That’s it,” he breathes, nipping at my throat again. “That’s how I want you to use my name.”

“There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.”

“Beautiful thief,” I murmur, recalling what his nickname means. “That’s not who I am anymore.”

“You are a thief, baby. You stole my name, and now you’ve taken my heart, too. Demand anything else from me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Being loved by me will hurt like hell. It’s everything you deserve.” Then, he declares passionately, “I love you, and you will love me.”

“I do. I do love you,”

For whatever reason, he’s ready to forgive me. But I haven’t earned that yet. Not until he knows everything.

“What’s wrong, bella?” “I killed him,” I whisper. Enzo jerks back in shock. “What?” I bite my lip, gathering the little courage I possess. “I killed Kevin,” I say again. His mouth parts, and it takes him a few beats to catch on to what I’m saying. “You said he was after you.” I shake my head, tears once more burning the backs of my eyes. “The police are after me—his friends. Not because I steal identities or because Kev is trying to find me, but because I killed a cop. I murdered my twin brother.”

How do I say that I would’ve loved to see her end his miserable life and then probably fuck her for it after?