18. daegan

18

DAEGAN

"I may feel broken, but please know I want this. I want you. I want tonight. Don't hold back. No hesitations." Her nails glide through my back, and she scratches my shoulders.

She's sad. She's broken. If she were mine, I would break her again, this time into even more pieces, marking her like she belonged to me. If anyone will break her, it'll be me, and then I'll force her to know that those broken pieces are what make her so devastatingly rare.

"Can you fix me…just for tonight?" She asks me with watery eyes.

I shake my head.

"I want to rewrite the way you see your broken pieces, Alessia. I want you to embrace the shattered parts of you. You don't need to be fixed." I grip her jaw tight, and she winces. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. "You need to learn how to embrace those dark parts of your soul. It's what makes you so divine, so addicting, and so powerful. That's what I truly desire to teach you. If we had more time…and if things were different, I would."

She pauses, digesting my outpour. Ever since I was tortured, I don't like people. I especially don't like them in my space, my home, my life.

The electrifying pull she has on me breaks my boundaries and has me cutting off her thought process with a fatal kiss.

I kiss her. I kiss her so fucking hard, like my life depends on it, and I'm the one seeing the stars. But there's only one star that stands out, one star that shines bright in my dark world, and it's her.

I move my lips against her like I'm hungry to eat her until she's nothing but bones, and I take advantage of this one moment we have together. At first, she freezes but quickly opens her mouth, granting me access to taste her and feel her tongue dance with mine. I grab her hips, pushing her against my chest and my hands up in her hair, trying to get deeper into her mouth as humanly possible.

My veins implode with pure fucking madness. I'm losing myself in her, letting our bodies intertwine into one, and then…something inside breaks and shatters into irretrievable pieces.

This is wrong. She is forbidden. I shouldn't.

I fucking can't.

My job. My team. If anyone finds out, I'm finished. The Admiral is like another father figure…but…I did promise I would keep her safe and I am doing that. I'm doing it in my own fucked up way, but nonetheless, I'm doing it.

It's just one night. My cock won't be buried deep in her like I've been craving to do since the first time I saw her.

Now, this is torture.

"I'm starving, little Valentine. I need to taste more of you," I squeeze her ass tight with my hand feeling her silky soft skin underneath my palms. "I'm not breaking the rules, right? If my cock is not buried so deep inside my assignments pussy, it's still okay?" I repeat my question as I slap her ass and grip it tight once again. A handful of her ass is the best thing I've felt in a long time.

"Right, Hannibal." She agrees, breathing hard.

"I need more, I want more, crave more of your taste. I want to eat you." I slide down further.

"You want to eat me out?" She quirks a brow, breathless. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes never leave mine. Excitement pulls at my chest.

"Yes. But before I do, you're going to come all over my knife."

"Wh-what? You were serious?" She stutters in disbelief.

"This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you. My threats are always promises," I lean over her, breathing over her neck, and I sink my teeth into her skin. She wiggles and scratches my back over my shirt. She moans, and it only makes my dick jump inside my pants. Fuck, I might come in my pants, just like this…just from the sounds she's making.

I flip the blade over, so now I'm grabbing the sharp steel instead. I kiss her neck, trailing kisses down to her nipples and sucking on her breasts. Taking them one by one, and I can't fucking get enough.

I want to fuck her tits. I want to fuck her mouth, her ass, her cunt.

I find her opening and slowly push forward, the handle entering her. It's not a sharp handle. It's a soft one, so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable.

"Oh fuck," she chants into my ear.

I start with slow thrusts with the knife, fucking her with it slowly, seeing if she can really take it like she said she could.

My focus is jumping back and forth between her cunt, and her beautiful face that's lit up with pure adoration and lust. Her mouth gapes open, and she tugs at the bottom of her lip.

I want to fuck that tight throat of hers as tears fall down her cheeks.

"Do you want me to stop? Is this too much for you, Valentine?" I coo in her ear, circling her clit faster. She's fucking dripping.

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she hooks her legs into my waist like she's pressuring me to give her the real thing, pulling me closer to her naked body.

"Faster!" She screams.

So I do. I fuck her with my knife, wishing, praying to God it was my dick instead, as we kiss each other in a fever-like dream. She's moaning, practically screaming against my lips when I start to finger her clit while the knife fucks her in a dangerously carnal manner. My hand grips the blade so tight because of the frustration that's boiling inside me. An ache that's thundering from not being able to feel her insides has me stricken with anger. I want to feel her soft walls clench down on my dick, and I've never hated my knife more than I do now.

The blade pierces through my palm like I knew it would, and I look down to see my hand covered in blood while I fuck her with it. Crimson is pouring down my palm onto my wrist, and droplets hit the wooden floor, creating a small puddle of red.

Eh, I'll be fine. I'm having way too much fun with my little Valentine to stop now.

I laugh, dark and slow, as I continue to play with her cute swollen clit that should be in between my teeth.

I don't know how I'm holding it together, but I do.

"Oh God, I'm going to come Daegan!" She shouts, breathing harshly, clawing my shoulders harder. Her hand pulls on my hair, and she brings her mouth to mine once more. We kiss each other, and I dominate the inside of her mouth with my tongue, over and over again, our tongues in an endless passionate dance.

God, she tastes so good, just like how I knew she fucking would.

I can't get attached to her. I can't grow feelings for this forbidden woman, but everything about her calls my name like she's haunting me.

I tighten my hold on the blade fucking her like I would with my cock, and then she screams inside my mouth. The knife jerks as her pussy clenches all over the handle. I continue to thrust, but this time, I slow the movements as she shakes from finishing so hard, and I kiss her forehead softly.

She wraps her legs around my waist tighter as I let her fall into her euphoric orgasm.

"You did so fucking well…" I drop my knife, and it lands on the floor with a loud thud. My bloody hand goes to her throat, holding her in place so I can kiss her lips gently without her continuing to convulse.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp and looks down at her chest as the blood gets smeared all over her neck, down to the middle of her collarbone.

"I thought about giving you a pearl necklace, but I think ruby ones are better," I smirk at the red covering her neck.

"You're bleeding? You cut yourself?" She pants worriedly. She grabs my hand to examine it.

I retract my hand from hers. She's just too cute, expressing how concerned she is for me.

"It's nothing," I reassure her, kissing her forehead.

"It is not nothing!" She intercepts my calmness with a frantic tone. "You're bleeding. You're hurt. This was supposed to be fun."

"But this is fun, don't you get it Valentine? This is just a fraction of how deep my desires go, baby girl. What's that saying? It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Well, it's the opposite for me. It's only fun if someone does get hurt. I like the pain, Alessia, and I think a part of you likes it, too."

She turns away from me like she's ashamed.

"Can I tuck you back into bed now? I think that's enough pretending for tonight. There's only so much I can fucking take," I cup the side of her head, forcing her to look back at me. I need her to understand the severity of our situation.

"I just crossed a line I will never be able to take back." I softly tell her, narrowing my eyes. Regret is evident in every breath I take.

"No." She denies me.

"No?" I question her, a low growl reverberating in my chest.

"I want more. I need you to come. I want to see it. I want to see you lose control. Let me see you lose control," she softly begs, lifting her head off the ground, kissing the scarred side of my face over and over again, and I'm losing it. Pure warmth fills my chest.

When I let her see this side of my face, she looked at the most vulnerable part of my body and accepted it. Not a lot of people have done that when I returned home.

But Alessia?

My little valentine has a heart of pure gold, warmth, and compassion. She didn't run, cringe, or worse, pity me.

She's worshiping my scars I hate to look at. I hate them because they remind me not only of what I endured but also of Dario.

"I'm not fucking you, Alessia," I remind her.

"No, but let me fuck you."

She gets up, pushing me so that I flip over to my back. She straddles me. Her wet curls, and her chest coated in my blood, are all the things I see, and it's making me fucking feral.

"I want to see you. Let me see you break." She reaches for my sweatpants, but I stop her by wrapping my hands around her wrist. Her fingers are frozen at the waistband.

"I will not be held responsible for what happens after you take my pants off. Do you get that? Can you process that? The things I want to do to you are unholy, sinful, and downright fucking cruel." I whisper darkly, but most of all, depraved, and Creature takes over.