Chapter 10

I don't bother to lube up. She doesn't deserve it. No. She deserves to be used and broken and battered the way we were.

I push her down to the floor and straddle her from behind. "Be a good little whore and open up for me."

She grunts in frustration, but she doesn't fight back. It's like she has some sick, masochistic need to be abused. With the stethoscope still nestled deep inside her pussy, I press the tip of my cock to her entrance, salivating over how her asshole puckers for me.

"You'll never break me," she murmurs.

"Darlin'… I already did."

She lets out a cry as I thrust my cock into her ass, ripping through her without restraint. Fuck. She's so fucking tight . I still myself inside her so I don't cum too fast. Fuck she feels good. Too good. I hate how my cock reacts to her. The angrier she makes me, the more I want to fuck her.

" Uhhh … You. Fucking. Bastard," she pants out.

I chuckle as I grind down on her, filling her to the hilt. She clenches around me, trying to reject my cock even though I can feel how wet her pussy is. "Playing hard to get, are we?"

I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull, using it like reins on a horse as I ride her.

"I hate you," she growls.

I hate her more, but right now, my cock and her ass are in love. It's like her hole was made for me. The way my cock slides in as if it knows the way. Her liquids spill down her thighs every time I press against her core.

"Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it." I thrust in and out, rocking us both into a circular rhythm. Her legs relax, and she unclenches as she lets out a moan.

"Thatta girl. Give in to Daddy."

I grab her wrists and pin them behind her. My desires are dark and deep, and seeing her bound like this, under my control, makes me wild. I thrust faster, relishing how her ass grips the sides of my cock. I pull out slower this time so I can feel her tender flesh sliding over every veiny ridge. I blow out a deep breath when I pull her ass cheeks apart, watching how slick my cock looks puncturing her tiny hole.

"Why are you doing this to me, Raithe?" she whines.

"Because you want me to." I spit in between her ass cheeks. Not because I need any more moisture. This woman is sweating like a cat in heat. No. I do it because I want her to feel like the whore she is. I want her to know shame and humiliation and degradation.

She winces when my saliva drips down her crack. "Did you just fucking spit on me? How fucking dare you?"

I laugh as she rears up and tries to turn around. I press her face to the floor and fuck her harder. "You'll get up when I say you can get up. You've got a lot to learn but don't worry, I'm going to teach you how to be the best little whore Absentia Asylum has ever seen."

She lets out a scream, and I know I've got her. Like fucking music to my ears. It's out of pleasure and not terror, but I'll take it, nonetheless.

It clearly pisses her off that she's just as turned on as I am. She lets out another bloodcurdling scream, and it sends me over the edge. All the blood in my cock swells and rushes forward. I grip the sides of her hips so hard I know it will leave black and blue marks.

"Fuck," I grunt as my cum spills out and into her asshole. I grind in circles, milking myself in between her creamy, perfect ass cheeks. She feels like silk and soft grass and warm rain. I black out for a second as my orgasm threatens to rip my heart out. A vision of her running and giggling naked and barefoot on the beach flashes in my mind.

What the fuck? I don't want that fantasy.

I open my eyes and see blood.

"Fuck you for making me…" Another scream rips from her throat, but this one is heavy with lust and ache and sin. She grinds her pussy against the floor as her arousal peaks around me. A burst of cum squirts out from between her legs.

Blood trickles out of her asshole. Fuck. I really did break her . It fills me with a more feral desire to claim her. To keep ripping her apart with my cock. I'm getting addicted to hurting her. Obsessed with how it makes her so fucking wet for me.

"Yeah, that's my little whore. Being a good little freak for Daddy." I slap her ass as she rides her orgasm out on me. "Yeah. Good girl." I slap her again harder, and she bucks and moans.

I grab the scalpel and hold her down while I carve another R into her ass cheek. Her moans only get louder as I draw fresh wounds. We're a mess of sweat and cum and blood. " You're mine . I will carve you up and fuck every one of your holes, and then I'll kill you when I've had my fill."

She lays still on the floor, her chest heaving, her legs trembling. " I'm Libra Thorn ."

I lean over her and shudder as I catch another whiff of her arousal. A scent so pungent and raw. And she smells like me too. My musk is all over her. " You're Raithe's little whore ."

I let her flip over onto her back. She glares up at me. "Don't forget how hard you came for me ."

Her words sour my mood. I have the upper hand, not her. "I came because I was fucking a tight little hole. Don't fucking flatter yourself. Spoiled little brats who need makeup and designer clothes to feed their self-worth are not my type."

I lie to myself the same as to her. No one has made me cum like that before. She's gotten under my skin in ways that I don't think I'll ever be able to claw her out.

She snickers as she pulls the stethoscope out of her pussy, releasing another whimper as it slides out sopping wet. "Then you won't mind if I put this in your mouth."

My cock springs to life again. Fuck. "And why would I do that?"

She staggers to her feet, lifting up on her toes to look me in the eye. "Because you want to." She raises the end of the stethoscope to my lips. "You want to taste what you did to me."

The scent of her cunt wafts off the metal bell, begging for my mouth. A low rumbling spreads in my chest, a growl that I can't contain.

My lips quiver with need as she presses the scope to them. "Prove that my cum doesn't scare you. That the thought of tasting me on your tongue means nothing."

This little freak.

I smirk and take the stethoscope into my mouth, along with two of her fingers. But something happens the minute I taste her. I suck hard, savoring the way her essence coats my tongue like holy water. Like damnation.

I grab her wrist and suck harder like a vampire tasting blood for the first time. Her eyes sparkle with amusement and lust and contempt as she watches me unravel. And yet I can't stop.

She puts the two earpieces in and chuckles. "Your heart is beating so fast…"

Clever girl.

I yank the tool away from her and grab her face. "You taste like desperation."

"And you are hard again," she drawls.

She wraps her hand around my cock, and I want to slap the smug look off her face. But I shove my tongue down her throat instead. We both gasp and moan into our kiss as she strokes me. Fuck. I'm getting carried away. Lost.

I shove her back. "We're done for today."

She giggles, pleased with herself despite the fact that I just made her scream and bleed. "I told you, Raithe. Don't fuck with me."

Standing there, her icy-blonde hair a mess, with blood dripping down her thighs, her pussy still wet and pink, it's all I can do not to fuck her again. She looks like the angel of death. Like a psycho goddess come to eat me for dessert.

I toss a pair of scrubs at her. As much as I'd love to humiliate her more by making her walk back to her room naked, the thought of one of those orderlies getting any ideas sparks a rage in me.

I try to tell myself that it's because I don't want them touching her until I'm done. But it's yet another lie. "Clean yourself up, and let's get you back to your room before Dr. Doom sees us."

I wait as she takes her sweet ass time wiping the blood off her legs. I watch, arms crossed, my face stoic, as she cleans her pussy. A part of me aches when I see the remnants of what we just did get reduced to stains on a towel.

I should know better than to underestimate a girl like her. Girls like her are smart and clever. She manipulates people for fun. I've seen her do it a hundred times back at Tenebrose. She had all those rich college boys eating out of the palm of her hand. But they couldn't satisfy her. Not the way I just did.

This thought lightens my mood again. Knowing that I didn't lose this battle. Even if that means she didn't either.

"Did you know that a raithe is a fortress?" She smooths her hair back into a ponytail, not a single strand out of place.

"What?" I can't stop ogling her. Wanting her .

She sighs as she changes into the scrubs. "Your name. It means fortress. Impenetrable…"

I don't know the things she knows. The only reason I was even enrolled at Tenebrose was because of her… But she's always so oblivious. Too self-absorbed to notice. I swallow hard, afraid to show weakness. "It's fitting, don't you think?"

She shrugs. "Yes and no. Even fortresses can be penetrated. Some things can get in."

I forget that I came in here to hurt her. I forget everything except the fact that I want to hear everything she has to say. "Yeah? Like what?"

She smiles. "Like wind."

I can't help but chuckle. A simple answer for a complicated question.

"Put this on your marks before you go to bed." I hand her a bottle of alcohol and a few cotton pads. "You don't want to get an infection in this place." I pray that she doesn't tell the others that I gave her aftercare. I spent enough time scolding Fabien for giving her a knife for protection.

She nods and takes it without a smart-ass response for once.

As we head out the door, I shield her behind me, peering down the hall before we walk out. No one comes to this wing of the asylum at this hour, but I'm still careful.

Once I confirm the corridor is clear, I motion for her to follow.

I try to ignore the post-coital glow on her face and pray to the ravens that I don't have one as well. "So what does your name mean?"

She snickers. "Oh, we're back to acknowledging my name again?"

I shrug.

"It means air. Wind and balance and air." She throws me a wink before trotting up ahead of me.

My stomach flips, and a chill races down my spine.

Clever girl, indeed.

But I might be irrevocably fucked.