CHAPTER TWELVE

I bounced slightly on the bed, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I watched him with wide eyes, my gaze tracing over every detail as he approached me, his wet pants clinging to his muscular legs. The dim, red light cast shadows over his chiseled torso, the intricate tattoos on his skin standing out like dark secrets written across his flesh. He was a vision—wild, untamed, and utterly captivating.

Water droplets continued to trickle from his wet hair, cascading down his neck and tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He reached out, gripping my heel with a touch that was both gentle and possessive.

I held my breath as he slowly removed one shoe and then the other, the simple act sending a thrill through me. I was left in nothing but the stockings clinging to my legs, and I felt more vulnerable than I ever had before.

My mind was spinning, caught between the memories I was fighting to claim, what I had just witnessed, and the reality of what was about to happen. We had done everything—everything but this. The thought sent a shiver through me, both thrilling and terrifying at once. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but I knew that I wanted this, wanted him, more than anything. I was already tormented—by the things I'd seen and done, by the blood I'd felt against my skin. It had taken everything in me to push those images away, to not let them drown me. But here, now, with Ky, I didn't want to push anything away.

I wanted to be tainted by him too, to let him mark me in ways that would never wash clean. All I wanted to focus on was the desperate, overwhelming need I had for him—the only constant that made sense in this madness.

His gaze was dark, intense, filled with a hunger that made my stomach twist in knots. I knew he wanted this, wanted me, and the way he looked at me made it clear that there was no turning back. The space around us was bathed in a seductive, red glow that emanated from hidden lights along the walls and ceiling.

The shadows it cast were long and dark, giving the room an almost otherworldly feel. The cityscape outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a blur of distant lights, but it felt far removed from the intimate world Ky and I occupied at that moment. The bed beneath me was massive, covered in rich, black silk sheets that shimmered in the dim light, inviting and luxurious. The bed itself was low to the ground, with a wide, sturdy frame that seemed built for more than just sleep.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this, Sunshine?" he asked, his gritty voice low, dripping with a rough, dangerous edge. He began to remove his wet pants, sliding them over his hips along with his drawers, his pierced cock hard and jutting away from his body. I couldn't help but stare at it, at him, mesmerized.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he wrapped his hands around my legs and brought them together, carefully guiding them up to rest on his broad shoulder. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat from his body against mine as he moved onto the bed. I was now at his mercy, my legs held firmly in place by his strong hands. The anticipation of what would come next filled me with both excitement and nervousness.

"Beg for it, Sunshine," he taunted, his thumb teasing my dripping pussy.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath hitched as I gasped, "Please, Ky. I need you."

"Don't stop. Tell me what you need. How do you want to be fucked, beautiful." The way he moved his thumb inside me, stroking me so gently, felt like a sweet betrayal of the harsh demands he had just uttered.

I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express the wild, unbridled need that coiled deep within me. The image of that girl in my mind screams out, her body mirroring my own desperate hunger. "Hard," I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I murmured, my breath catching in my throat. "Make me scream, Ky. Fuck me until I can't remember my own name."

His eyes gleamed with dark desire as he positioned himself at my entrance, his thick, throbbing cock poised to enter me. I could feel the metal piercings pressing against my pussy. His head tilted. "Ask me sweetly."

"Please, Ky," I whispered, my cheeks flushing as I trembled beneath him. "Make me yours."

He thrust himself inside me without warning, no sweet words or gentle touches to ease the way. The sudden entry tears tore the thin membrane that once protected my purity, his cock sinking deep into my pussy. A surge of pleasure and pain shot through me, igniting every nerve ending in a frenzy of sensation. His head dipped down and he stared at where we were connected. "I'm only halfway."

Only? He was already stretching me in ways I'd never been before, his piercings scraping against my sensitive flesh.

He eased in further, and I dug my nails into his forearms, breathing through the discomfort. "That's it, Sunshine," he soothed, his eyes locked on mine. "Fuck, you're perfect," he groaned lowly, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. This time, he moved even slower. The deliberate movement made every inch of my pussy clench and release around his thick cock.

He went deeper, and I fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. I shifted my hips, trying to accommodate the size of him. "Let's do it like this." He withdrew and lowered my legs, spreading them apart so that they were on both of his shoulders. He slowly pushed himself into me once more. I moaned as I felt the unyielding force of him burrowing deeper.

"Ky…just do it," I breathed, wanting him all the way inside me.

"Can you handle that, Sunshine?"

I slid my hands up to his shoulders. "Don't give me a choice."

He grinned; his eyes bright with challenge. I cried out as he buried the full length of his cock inside me. The base of his piercings rubbed against my sensitive clit. Tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks, but I needed this.

"You're so beautiful." He bent his head and licked them away, and then held my gaze as he continued to thrust, each stroke deeper than the last. The pain was subsiding, replaced by a burning desire that coursed through my veins. He turned his head and kissed my thigh, his tongue tracing along my skin, his cock gliding in and out of me with delicious friction, slick from blood and arousal.

"More," I begged, my voice faltering.

He complied without hesitation, increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," I panted, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "It feels... incredible."

His chest brushed against mine, my knees nearly beside my head. My body rocked with each powerful thrust. His cock felt as though it were growing even larger, stretching me wider. I could feel every ridge of the piercings as he moved inside me. I arched my back and met his rhythm, needing him to take me harder, faster, deeper. I no longer cared about the pain, only about the raw, primal sensation of being taken by this beautifully dominating man.

I barely recognized the sounds coming from my mouth anymore – wild, guttural cries that reverberated throughout the room. His lips crashed onto mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth with the same ferocity as his cock claimed my body.

"Don't you dare stop," I begged through gasps and cries, desperate for more.

He lowered my legs to his forearms and picked up the pace, his movements rougher, his body slamming against mine. I cried out from both pain and pleasure, stretched to my limits, but I wanted more. I needed more. The desire overwhelmed any discomfort. I craved his roughness. He must have sensed it, or rather he knew how to give me what I needed. He eased one of my legs down, maintaining his grip on the other and lifting it back over his shoulder.

At the same time, he placed a hand around my neck, exerting pressure. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper. My heart pounded in my ears; my thoughts lost in a carnal haze of our lust. He continued, his rhythm unwavering, his gaze locked onto mine, a possessive glint in his eyes that had my pussy growing slicker.

"I need to fuck her harder," he ground out, almost as if talking to himself.

"She needs to feel every inch of me," he growled through gritted teeth.

I realized he was talking to a voice inside his head and something about that had me pleading for him to do it. He lowered my leg and pulled out, his voice rough as he commanded, "Turn over."

Without hesitation, I complied, my body shaking.

"Face down, ass up, Sunshine."

I did as I was told, my chest flat against the mattress, my hips high. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath my chest, elevating my hips even more. The anticipation was killing me, and I moaned softly. I felt him position himself at my entrance and his warm breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you ready for me, Sunshine?"

I nodded, bracing myself. His cock slid inside me, slowly at first, but then he thrust hard, burying himself.

I moaned, my body arching, the sensation of fullness overwhelming me.

"Ky," I whimpered, "Oh, my god."

"Not god," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I'll have you begging to worship me." His thrusts were relentless, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. My breath caught in my throat as he pounded into me, filling me to the brim.

"Ky," I moaned, my voice strained and desperate, "Oh, fuck."

His response was a low, rumbling laugh, his pace never wavering. "Say my name," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I struggled to find my voice, my senses reeling with the sensation of him filling me. Finally, I managed to choke out his name, "Kyrous."

"That's right, who do you belong to, Sunshine?"

"You," I panted, my voice barely audible. "I belong to you."

"Remember that, Sunshine. You belong to me," he vowed. His thrusts became impossibly more brutal as if to claim me even more deeply. I could feel his heated breath on my neck, his hips slamming against me with unyielding force. One hand knotted in my hair, forcing me to arch further, the other went back around my throat and I found myself staring up at him as he pounded into me from behind.

The intense pleasure and pain that washed over me in waves made my gasps and moans become more desperate, my body craving the relentless punishment he was giving it. A fresh batch of tears spilled down my cheeks, the stimulation driving me insane.

"Look at you, taking every inch of me," he praised, his voice grittier than usual, heavy with lust. His eyes were dark and possessed as he stared down at me. "You're so tight, so perfect around me..."

The fingers gripping my throat began to tighten until I could barely breathe or speak. He released my hair and gripped my hip with a roughness that caused me to whimper and my pussy to clench. Dots began to dance across my vision from lack of oxygen. I was on the precipice of something new, something beyond the realm of pleasure, and he knew it.

"Beg for more, Sunshine," he ordered. "Beg for what I need to do."

I gasped for breath. "P-please, Ky," I whimpered, my words tainted with both fear and desire. "Fuck me harder."

His grip tightened once more, and I felt my vision narrow. Our bodies collided with a force that left me breathless, his balls slapping against my ass. Each thrust sent me higher and higher until I was hovering on the very edge of ecstasy. I could feel my muscles tightening in anticipation of the inevitable release.

As Ky continued to pound into me, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together with a slick, wet sound, I knew I was about to shatter into a million pieces.

"Do you want to come, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes..." I panted, my voice shaking. "Please, Ky, make me come."

His answer was a beautiful, depraved smile. The hand around my throat released, only to be replaced by his other hand, which grabbed my hair with a vice-like grip. With a savage tug, he pulled my head back, further exposing my throat. He bit down hard, leaving a mark that would be visible for days to come. Then did the same to my shoulder. I didn't care about the marks, the bruises, or the pain. I craved it because it was all from him. Ky was my darkest desire, my deepest fantasy. And in that moment, as he held me down, his body still rocking against mine, I knew that I was his, too.

"Ky..." I moaned, my voice ragged and breathy. "Ky, please!" The pleasure that had been building within me for what felt like an eternity was finally reaching a breaking point.

"Keep begging, Sunshine," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me how you want to come, Sunshine. Do you want me to fuck you harder, deeper? Do you want to feel me inside you as you shatter?"

"Yes," I gasped, my words tinged with desperation.

His answer was a low growl, and he pulled my hips closer to his, driving into me with a punishing savagery. My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure built to a crescendo. The room swam in my vision, and I shook with the intensity of the orgasm, crying out his name as wave after wave of pure bliss took hold.

He finally let go and released himself inside of me, thrusting deep as my inner muscles clenched around his cock. He stayed inside until he had given everything he had, and then he was pulling out. Before I could utter a word, his face was between my thighs, eagerly licking and sucking my pussy from behind.

I arched my back in surprise, my body still buzzing from the intensity of our encounter. "Oh, Ky," I moaned, the feeling of him still inside me combined with his tongue's exploration nearly pushing me over the edge again. He pulled away and turned me over, taking hold of my jaw. He used his hold to lay me flat on the bed, squeezing so that I opened my mouth. I whimpered and he came down on top of me, depositing all the come that had leaked from my pussy—mine and his—between our lips.

He released my jaw and grabbed my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop. As I swallowed, I couldn't help but moan again. The taste of us was intoxicating He shifted, and my eyes widened in surprise when I realized he was still semi-hard.

"Did you think I was done?" he smirked. "I'm going to fuck you again here," he cupped my pussy spreading the juices that remained. "And probably more than once."

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to process his words. Everything inside me screamed at the thought of being filled again, so soon. I could already feel a lingering soreness setting in. "I don't think I—."

"You will." He repositioned himself. "Put your pussy on my face, Sunshine."

I blinked at him, still trying to catch my breath. "What?"

"You heard me. I want you to ride my face."

I slowly, complied, positioning myself above him. My pussy was still so sensitive, yet I couldn't deny the arousal that surged through my body as he gripped my thighs and pulled me down. His tongue flicked and teased, lapping up the juices that still dripped from me. His hands explored my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the taut muscles of my ass.

As my arousal grew, he traced circles around my clit, skillfully increasing the pressure. I couldn't help but moan, my body arching in response. I could feel his smile against my lips. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue, and then you're going to let me fuck you until you can't walk."

"I don't know if I can," I admitted breathlessly, my voice betraying the desire that consumed me. But I wanted it. Without question, I spread my legs wider.

"Taste so good, Sunshine."

My moans filled the room as his skilled tongue drove me to the edge once more. I could feel the wetness coating his face. I pressed myself down further and leaned forward, taking his cock into my mouth, flattening my tongue along the head, and then gliding it over his piercings, moaning around him as he started forcing me to ride him. I sucked him deeper, wanting him to feel as good as I did.

His hands gripped my hips, urging me on. We moved in sync, him eating me out and me sucking him off, his fingers teasing my ass. He closed his mouth around my clit and rolled it with his tongue, and my pussy convulsed as I came, my moans echoing through the room.

I felt boneless when he lifted me off him completely. He sat back against the headboard, his cock now fully hard again, my juices and traces of blood on his face.

We stared at one another, as he positioned me so that I was straddling him. I leaned in and tentatively licked traces of us from his jawline. He chuckled softly, reaching up to wrap a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "You know, baby, I don't think you're ready for what's coming next." My heart raced as I traced over his solid chest.

He slowly began to guide my hips, helping me lower myself onto his engorged cock. I could feel every inch of him as he slowly penetrated me. I gasped when he reached the hilt, my walls clenching around him. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. I was so sore and yet so aroused that I trembled. He took my hands and placed them on his shoulders, "Ride me, Sunshine."

I wasn't sure how to do that. I told him as much.

He grinned and held me tighter, "Just move your hips like you did on my face. You can't do anything wrong; I promise."

I took a deep breath, trying to focus, and began to rock my hips back and forth, slowly and deliberately. His hands guided me as I moved, his gaze never leaving mine. This position felt so much more intense as we looked into each other's eyes, him noting every gasp and moan. I increased my pace, feeling the exquisite friction of his cock against that sweet spot inside me. My body craved more, and I began to ride him even harder, the pleasure building up inside me, like a volcano about to erupt. He watched me, a knowing smile on his face. "Good girl. Fuck me just like that." He began to match my pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as they met mine. His hands on my body, his breath against my neck, everything was perfect.

"Fuck," he grunted, flipping me down onto the mattress and pounding into me with an intensity that made my head spin. My breaths turned ragged, my mind overwhelmed with the raw sensations of our bodies coming together in a perfect symphony of pleasure and pain as the bed creaked beneath us. My nails dug into his back, leaving marks all over his skin. I couldn't hold back any longer. Another orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, his name falling from my lips like a chant.

He chuckled softly, his hips still moving against me. "I think you found a new favorite position, Sunshine."

I couldn't form words to respond, my body still writhing in the aftermath of my climax. He slammed into me one last time before releasing a guttural groan of my name. His body shuddered as he rolled his hips, coming inside me.

He lowered his mouth and kissed me, this time slow and teasing. When our lips parted I lay there, spent and breathless with sheets clinging to me, my heart pounding in my chest. The intensity of everything had left me feeling both exhilarated and slightly dazed. "That was incredible," I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.

He chuckled softly, easing down beside me and pulling me close to him. "I think that's an understatement" His hand stroked my messy hair. "A shower, and then I want your legs wrapped around me again."

I nearly choked on the saliva I'd managed to accumulate. If we did that again I was likely to break in two. I peered up at him. "Ky, you're amazing, but I can't take you again."

His smile didn't match the expression on his face. He sat up and pulled me closer to his chest before getting out of bed. "You'll take everything I give you, Sunshine"

As we lay in bed, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek, I felt the gentle touch of his fingers tracing patterns on my back.

Every inch of me ached in the best way possible. He'd made good on his promise of fucking me again as soon as we were out of the shower and didn't stop until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Even then, he'd woken me up later by sliding inside me once again. His stamina was unbelievable. He alternated with his cock and tongue to keep me coming while waiting to get hard.

It would've been heaven if we weren't stuck in hell.

"I can hear you thinking."

"Can you?" I laughed lightly. "I can barely hear myself."

He was quiet for a moment. "I'm listening."

I let out a sigh and rested my head on my hand, looking at him. "What will happen after this?"

"We'll go back home," he responded without hesitation.

"But I have no home to return to." I tried not to let the sting of that bother me.

"You have me. I am your home."

"Ky—," I started to protest.

"Wherever you go, Sunshine. I will always be there."

I found myself tearing up, the sincerity in his eyes and words a little too much for how raw I was feeling right then.

"And what does our home look like?" I asked to distract myself.

"Maybe I'll let you domesticate me."

I laughed a little harder. "Yeah, right."

He agreed with a smirk.

His statement did, however, brush against something I'd wondered myself, reminding me of what Hayven had said earlier. "Are you sure you'll want me after this city is behind us?"

His hand stopped moving completely and his expression went eerily blank. I realized I'd done it again/ I had said something that bothered him, not with my words but because I couldn't remember everything yet.

"I made a girl slit her wrists to prove she loved me."

I gaped at him. "Why…why would you tell me that?"

"I told you this long before we wound up in this bed. When I made sure you would never get the insane notion to try and leave me."

"Ky, how the hell is that a convincing reason to stay?"

"Because as I watched her bleed out, I felt nothing." He wrapped an arm around my back and then took hold of my hands, "When you got both of these scars, I wanted to take all the hurt away. Knowing you've been harmed in any way - physically or emotionally - makes me want to destroy anyone who has ever caused you pain."

I swallowed, the significance of one scar far outweighing the other, his words so certain and unwavering. I didn't know what to say. I should've been horrified, and part of me was, refusing to fully process that.

The girl I could see ever present in the back of my mind knew this was simply who Kyrous was, and we both loved him regardless.

"Do you understand?" He persisted, his hand still on my throat.

I nodded, and he eased his grip, gently stroking the sides again.

"You have me, always." He glanced towards the door. "And them."

I blinked, trying to keep my emotions in check. "You have a romantic heart."

He let out a deep laugh that made my heart skip a beat. "That belief only confirms that we are meant for each other."

"Are you sure it's not the other way around? I think you're perfect," I said sincerely, despite still processing his confession.

"Do you?" He looked down at me, his eyes roaming over my face.

"I will never be the man that slow dances with you in the kitchen while dinner is cooking. I'll be too busy fucking you on the counter while it burns in the oven."

I shook my head at his audacity, unable to hide my smile. "You're you, Ky. And I'm me. We wouldn't work if we were anyone else."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my body as if he couldn't get enough of me. He gripped my hip and guided me onto his lap, so I was sitting on top of him. We broke apart and he pulled me closer, his lips trailing down my neck as I shivered with pleasure. My hands ran through his dark hair, feeling its softness beneath my fingers.

His lips continued their journey, and I moaned softly, feeling the heat of his touch seeping into my body. My breath hitched as he bit gently at the sensitive spot on my neck, eliciting a gasp from me.

He let out a low, breathy laugh against my skin, then returned to kissing me feverishly.

My body was exhausted, and my legs felt numb, but when he guided me, I lowered myself down and got lost in him all over again.