Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“You’re going to ruin me, too. But unfortunately for you, that’s where I feel most at home.”

“You want me to fuck you with my mouth? I can do that, baby. But it will be your pussy I’m fucking.”

“Can I?” he muses. “How would I do that? Use my tongue?” Right as the last word leaves said tongue, it darts out, lashing at my clit before disappearing between his teeth.

“Open wider, bella, I need more of you.”

“Just the tip, remember?”

“Does it hurt, bella?” “You’re so big,” I choke. Thunder reverberates through his chest, and I think he’s becoming unhinged. “And you’re going to fucking take it,” he snarls.

“One is holy, and the other is depraved.” He curls his fingers past my lips with his free hand and hooks them around my bottom teeth, pulling my unfocused stare to his, a snarl on his face. “Guess which one I am?”

“Do you think it’s hard to breathe because you can’t escape or because I’m inside you?” he croons in a hushed tone, his voice barely loud enough to hear through the waves roaring in my head.

“You're so easy to break,”

“Oh God,” I cry, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. “Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.”

“Why?” I pant, another high-pitched moan nearly swallowing the word. “Because you worship me now.”

“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”

“Because I want to be the only thing that keeps you up at night, bella ladra,” he growls. “And if anyone is going to hurt you, it’s going to be me.”

“You’re right. You’ve brought chaos into my life.” And then, finally, he closes his hand around mine, squeezing back. “I like it, bella.”

“Careful, bella,” he warns darkly. “You may not have forgiven me yet, but I have plenty of methods to ask for it.” The only response I’m capable of is an embarrassing wheeze. He squeezes me tighter. “I can get on my knees again and show you a blessing from a different type of god,” he purrs, his accent thickening and only making the words sound more salacious. That. Is. Illegal.

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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Cazzo, quanto sei bagnata,”

Just as she prepares to sink down onto my cock, I stop her. “No need to rush, bella,” I tell her, and my lips involuntarily pull into a grin when she mewls in outrage. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” she pants. “You’re supposed to be begging for my forgiveness.” “Can’t we beg together, baby?” I rasp darkly.

“I’m ready to repent, baby. You tell me to stop, I stop.”

“Oh, fuck,” she bites out, moving to sit up. “Uh-uh, did I say you could move?” I snap, grabbing the nape of her neck and pushing her back down. “Too much,” she chokes, voice strained as I sink myself deeper in her tight warmth. “You can take it, bella. Let me see your cunt swallow my cock as good as you do with your throat.”

“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.”

“You will be mine until you draw your last breath, Sawyer. And it will be my hand holding you beneath the surface, introducing you to death.”

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

There’s a shark in the water, and just like being in the ocean, we’re in his territory.

“Tell me, bella ladra, am I so unforgettable that you’ve failed to remember how deeply my cock has filled you? Or did you hit your head and lose your fucking mind?”

“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.”

“Drop to your knees, bella ladra. I’ll give you everything you’ve been praying for.”

“Mostrami come amarti,”

“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.”

“I would lie for you as easily as I would kill for you. If you getting the best of me requires the world getting the worst of me, you will want for nothing in life, bella ladra.”