19. WILLOW

My dream is a confusing mix of sensations. Burning heat and intense pressure on my body. The smell of something primal and metallic in my nostrils. Then there’s pain stabbing deep inside me.

I want to push it away but I can’t.

“Dean?” I call out, needing him to help me.

“I’m here, baby. Couldn’t wait for you to wake up, just had to have you.”

Slowly, I come to my senses.

I’m in bed and the room’s dark but as my eyes adjust I see Dean’s face above me, the moonlight framing him just like it did when I first saw him. He’s got that feral look like he wants to tear me apart.

It already feels like he is.

I don’t need to look down to know exactly what he’s doing. I can feel him in every cell in my body.

He thrusts hard, not giving my mind or body any time to adjust to his intrusion. I can feel the slickness as he slides in and out of me though. How long has he been at this? “Dean,” I say breathlessly and a little panicked.

This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up with him inside me but this reminds me of the first night I was here when he took from me without caring.

Everything feels different.

It’s like there's a dark shadow rolling off him and enveloping me inside it’s depths, drowning me, suffocating me. This doesn’t feel like the Dean I’ve become used to so recently.

Did I get it wrong?Is he still the same person, the same killer, that I first met and he hasn’t changed at all?

He made me so many promises of loving me and protecting me but maybe I’ve been foolish to trust him at all.

“Dean!” I say, louder this time.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, just let me use your pretty little hole, you can go back to sleep if you need to.” He runs his hands up my naked chest, I know I went to bed with a shirt on. How did he manage to undress me without waking me? “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Love this pussy so fucking much. So fucking good for me.”

My thoughts start to disappear as the mix of blinding pleasure and pain take me to the peak that I’ve come to crave so much.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His words are like an oath I have no choice but to submit to as my body breaks beneath him and I’m slamming my hips up meeting his every thrust as I come.

He bites down on one of my nipples, hard enough to draw blood and it heightens my orgasm enough to make me see stars. I clutch at his shoulders and dig my nails in, wanting to hurt him as much as he’s hurting me. He tilts his head to kiss my arm and says, “you’re so fucking beautiful when you come. You can give me another one can’t you?”

I shake my head and weakly say, “no, Dean, please.” But please what? I’m not sure.

If I come again, I’m pretty sure I’ll lose consciousness but I don’t want to not feel the intoxicating pleasure that is coming around his cock.

He rubs his fingers along my lips and stares down at me with his jaw slack and his eyes about to roll back into his head.

Is he drunk?

I’m about to ask but he seizes the opportunity to push four of his fingers into my mouth until he hits my throat and I gag.

Then I taste blood.

I grab his wrist and try to pull him out but I can’t move him at all.

His fingers massage my throat from the inside and he says, “you taste that baby? That’s proof of what I’ll do to anyone that tries to come between us. I’ll kill anyone that dares to even look at you. Your body is mine alone to use and adore.” He finally removes his fingers and I gag loudly as I choke on the mix of blood and spit that’s pooled on my tongue.

“What the fuck, Dean? Whose blood is that? What the hell’s wrong with you?” He's not listening. Just brutally fucking me. Using me.

I spit the blood that he left in my mouth on to his face and he stills as he wipes it off. I brace myself for him to retaliate, to punish me but he stares at his hand and smiles.

He repositions himself, shuffling his knees up with his cock still inside me until my ass is on his lap. Then he grabs my hips, pulls out so just the tip is inside me and slams into me so hard it’s like he’s battering my cervix.

I can’t even cry out as the pain leaves me breathless.

“Wrong with me? You should be thanking me, little kitten. No one will take you away from me. I’ll make fucking sure of it. Now, you’re going to be a good girl and come for me again, aren’t you?”

I beat at his chest and scratch at his face but it’s like it doesn’t even register. He starts to strum his fingers on my clit and it’s so ready to be touched that I come almost instantly.

This time I’m left wiped out and I can barely move.

His thrusts send me sliding up the bed until my head bangs against the headboard.

“Dean,” I try to choke out but he’s not listening. His eyes are closed and his head tilts back as he uses me.

There’s more blood on his neck and jaw and I know it’s not his. He killed someone tonight, but of course I’m not surprised. This is who he is. A ruthless psychotic killer and I fell so easily for his charm, all it took was one smile.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls and his eyes flash open, pinning me down harder than his hands ever could.

I purse my lips, unable to tell him what he wants when he demands it so brutally.

As much as my body craves this dangerous side of him I’ve come to want his gentle touches and kindness to keep me sane in his deadly games.

“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.” He forces each word out with a vicious thrust of his hips.

I shake my head and close my eyes forcing tears out that I didn’t even know were there. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes harder than he ever has before.

“De—,” I try to say his name but it’s cut off. I claw at his hand trying to pry his fingers off me but it’s no use. He squeezes tighter and tighter until my vision blackens and there’s so much pressure in my chest and head.

I feel his other hand on my clit again and I’m powerless to stop the explosion that’s about to go off in my body.

Just as I think I’m about to pass out he lets my throat go and I gasp in painful lungfuls of air.

Stars explode behind my eyes as I come, my pussy clamping down on him keeping his cock pulled deep inside me and I feel the hot release of him coating my insides.

I try to reach for him to feel that he’s right there, my lifeline, but my arms won’t move. My mind and body have once again separated and all I can do is lie here.

“Say it!” he growls as he pulls out of me. I wince from the sting after he just stretched me so far.

“I’m yours,” I hear myself slur like I’m drunk. I suppose I am. He’s become my addiction and I greedily take everything he offers me.

“That’s my good girl.”

The room spins for a moment as I’m rolled onto my front then I let out a small strangled cry as he thrusts into me again.

“Hush, baby, just relax and let me give you what you need.” His voice is just as soothing as the hand that’s stroking up my spine and making me melt into the mattress.

I can’t take another orgasm and my body must know that because everything goes black.