Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

MATEO

" S tay." Was it possible for someone who doesn't believe they have a heart to feel it breaking in their chest? That was the only question running through my mind when I looked back at Salem's dark eyes as she gripped the hem of my shirt, propping herself up with one arm on the bed. Moonlight cascaded down her face, giving me a view of the copious number of bruises, welts, and cuts scattered across her pale complexion.

The gnawing at my chest only grew, and I resisted the urge to rub at it.

My heart beat painfully now, feeling so many things I had long forgotten. My body had become used to pain over time, as is to be expected when one endures constant suffering. Just as a heart does, after always weathering sorrow, but… Something about Salem… fuck. She made me feel like a different man.

For her to ask me, in one of her weakest moments, to stay…

I swallowed the bulge in my throat, my fist clenching and my teeth grinding so hard I was surprised they didn't crack from the pressure. When I get my hands on those motherfuckers, they're going to wish they had never been born.

They would be wishing for an early death with what I had planned.

I slowly dragged my body back toward the bed, my undead heart squirming inside my chest. When I saw that pleading look in her eyes, I knew she didn't want to be alone. Yet my strong and independent girl would never admit it. ″You couldn't get rid of me if you tried,″ I finally agreed.

She slowly shifted, allowing me the space to climb into bed beside her. I lay on my side and wrapped my arms around her, feeling the heat of her body against mine as the blankets' warmth and the pillows' softness enveloped us.

As we lay there in silence, I could feel her body relaxing, her breathing becoming more regular and controlled. I knew she was still processing the events of the last few days, but I was content to be there for her, a source of comfort and support. That was something I never thought someone like me, a man with so much blood on his hands, could do.

She moved once again, closer this time, before finally closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh. I gently brushed my thumb across the bandaged cut on her face, and it made me want to break something. There were so many things I wanted to ask her. I needed more details so that I could make every single person who hurt her pay. But this moment wasn't about me and what I wanted. It was about her.

I watched as she nuzzled into my hand, and for a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep. Her eyes reopened, and she tilted her head to look at me. ″Mateo?″

″Hm?″

″Can you do me a favor?″ she asked.

″Anything,″ I replied without a moment of hesitation. I'd tear out my own heart for her to hold in her hands if that's what she wanted.

″Kiss me,″ she whispered, and my body went completely rigid. She slowly shifted, despite her injuries, so she was on top of me. My jaw clenched, and I gripped the sheets hard as she settled her lower portion on top of mine—gently grinding.

″Salem,″ I exhaled, my nostrils flaring as her robe slipped from her shoulder. ″I don't think?—"

″I want to forget,″ she interjected softly.

I swallowed hard, my eyes taking in every single bruise that wasn't wrapped up. ″Salem?—″

″Please,″ she implored once more. ″Make me forget, even for a bit.″

Had I been a kinder man, and had the world been less harsh to me growing up, I might have recognized the error in what we were doing. However, Salem knew who I was and what she needed. Who was I to deny her?

I sat up, causing her to fall for just a moment before I held her back, careful not to brush against any of her wounds as I slammed my mouth down onto hers. She mewled, wiggling her lower body for more. We wasted no time, greedily trying to get what we wanted. We both desperately needed this distraction.

Her tongue soon pressed forward, exploring my mouth while mine danced alongside hers. My hand slowly reached down, caressing the hem of her robe before slipping inside to cup and palm her heavy breasts. The deeper we got lost in one another's kisses, the more I felt my cock pulsing and throbbing with desire.

I loved how Salem was so sensitive, crying out when I pulled my lips away from hers and pinched her nipple. I trailed kisses down her jawline until I got to her neck. Her fingers dug into my shirt as she tried to claw it off, and I chuckled. To know she was still so fucking impatient and feisty made my heart sore.

I didn't hesitate to tip her back more and more until she was practically lying a few inches off the bed, held up solely by my hand. I leisurely nibbled my way down her neck and over her collarbone, as she wiggled and ground on my length vexingly, her nails now digging into my shoulder for support.

Only when I reached her swollen breasts did I finally push her robe fully off and capture one bud into my salivating mouth. My other hand flicked and plucked at the hardened peak on the opposite side.

While one hand was busy drawing slow circles on her areola, I lapped her up hungrily, reveling in how she welcomed my touch as a source of comfort. My hand traveled downward, and I let out a deep groan when I discovered she was already dripping for me. Grunting, I shoved two fingers inside her, curving them up against her favorite spot as she cried out.

″Fuck,″ I rumbled, pulling away from her nipple with a loud, wet pop as I eyed her. So damn beautiful, all flushed and red for me. ″Look at you clenching around my fingers like a queen. Will you squeeze my cock like you're squeezing my fingers?″ It was a question that I already knew the answer to as she whimpered, bucking into my fingers greedily.

″So good… ah… Mateo… Mateo.″

″That's my good girl,″ I hummed lightly, the vibration on her nipple hardening them even further. I loved teasing her breasts, my tongue swiping back and forth until she was left sobbing underneath me while she tugged at my hair. The bottom of my palm rubbed against her slick, swollen clit. She was breathtaking.

″Mateo, e-even… even if you suck… that hard, nothing will come out,″ she moaned. Fuck, I could feel precum dribbling rapidly down my shaft as I pulled away to grin at her. ″Not yet, you mean.″

Not until I got her nice and swollen.

Not until everyone in this damn city knew she was mine.

Her eyes widened when the meaning of my words sunk in, and I returned to work, making her nice and wet for my big fat cock. When I realized she was dripping at the thought, I arched up a brow at her. ″You like that idea, don't you? Want me to give you a load and have you plugged up all day until my seed takes root?″

″Yes,″ Salem gasped, clawing at my shoulder like a rabid animal while thrusting back, eager for more of my fingers to fill her up. ″I want you to give me everything. I want to be left leaking, and I want everyone to know I'm yours.″

Where the hell did she even learn how to talk like that?

I groaned, wanting nothing more than to throw her down and have my way with her already. But I was conscious of her injuries, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I grunted into her breasts, which swayed from how hard she was taking my fingers. She steadied herself from the powerful thrusts on my shoulder as the squelching sound echoed across the room. ″Yeah, my baby's possessive, isn't she?″

″Mm,″ She keened. ″Yours.″

″Mine,″ I agreed, curling my fingers and positioning them to press up against her inner walls.

"P-please," she stuttered out, teeth chattering noisily with desire. "N-n-need… need… ah, come. To come…"

″Then come for me, sweetheart, show me what you'll do to my cock. Show me how much you'll squeeze me dry, Salem,″ I murmured. ″I want you to come all over my fingers and show me what a good girl you are.″ With that, my fingers curled up inside her as I pinched her nipples hard with my other hand.

It was all she needed to fall apart.

″Mateo!″

I groaned, watching her legs tremble and shake violently around my fingers. Her juices trickled down my sweatpants, making a mess all over my tented cock as a sob wracked through her body, and she collapsed onto the bed.

″Good girl,″ I praised her. ″What a good girl.″ She whimpered quietly from the intensity, nuzzling into me as I kissed the column of her throat. However, it seemed she wasn't satisfied yet, pawing at my sweatpants. I let out a low growl, not sure if I should be allowing her with the injuries she had sustained.

Almost as if she had read my mind, she pulled away and looked at me imploringly. Her eyes bore into my very soul. ″Please,″ she begged weakly. I watched her hand cross between her breasts, which were still glistening with my saliva.

She dipped lower and lower, pressing her fingers right to her center. ″Inside me, Mateo. I need you inside me.″

Oh, fuck me.

″I don't know if I can be gentle,″ I rumbled as I lifted her to straddle my hips. ″So you're in control, yeah?″ I was giving her complete control partially because I didn't want to hurt her. Another part of me—the more selfish part—wanted her to give me a damn good show.

My head was spinning as I looked straight into her eyes, lifting my hips just enough to free my cock. My mouth started watering when I watched my pierced tip disappear inside her. I felt her dripping pussy swallowing me up, inch by inch. But by the third or fourth inch, it was as if something inside me had snapped.

Grabbing her petite hips and making sure to be careful with her wounds, I slammed her down. ″Oh!″ she screamed. I could only snarl, cursing up a storm shortly after.

I swore I could feel her cervix right at the tip of my cock, rubbing against my prince albert piercing, as she started riding me like a woman possessed. Her nails sank deep into my skin as she used me as leverage while she rode.

″That's my girl. Fuck, you take me so well,″ I groaned, spanking her ass and starting to help her bounce faster on my thighs. Our flesh slapped lewdly and quickly together. ″That's right, babe. Fuck, fuck, I've missed this tight pussy.″

″Ah, you're… so… deep,″ she mewled.

″Yeah? Where deep? Show me where.″

″H-here,″ she stammered.

Biting her lip, she trailed her finger up to her pelvic region as I sat up and thrust even deeper. With one hand, I continued to slap her delicious ass while the other gripped her, helping her ride me up and down.

″I'm not going to last long,″ I groaned, kneading her ass harder as I moved a hand around to pinch and twist her tightened nipples. I was lightheaded, panting and sweating as our bodies met in a frenzy. ″Shit, shit, baby.″

″I know,″ she whimpered, cutting me off and going for the kill. ″Come inside me. I don't want anything between us, that's what it means to be yours, right? I want to feel you inside of me. Please… I want… you, Mateo.″

I lurched forward, growling and digging my fingers into her soft flesh while roaring out her name, ″Salem.″

″Mateo,″ she wailed brokenly. Her body jerked and shivered as I felt her walls collapsing around my hard length. Every inch of my cock was being imprinted inside of her tightness as I felt my first load burst forth into her unprotected womb.

Slamming my hips upward, I found myself erupting for the second time, spilling into her pussy, claiming her as mine. Over and over, I spurted my thick cum into her, and I swore every damn time, it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

She leaned back and held my knees, grinding her hips and curving her back like she was offering her breasts to me. Instantly, I captured a swollen bud into my mouth as she continued riding me, letting her cunt squeeze my still-hardened cock.

She was still so sensitive as she danced and shimmied on my dick. ″Fuck,″ I groaned, one of my hands going to fist the back of her hair. I could have sworn Salem was some succubus, sent down to suck me dry, and honestly, I didn't give a shit.

She could have it all, even my fucking dead heart.

As her squelching, soaked pussy greedily continued to swallow my cock, hungry for my seed once more, I was left reeling. The debauched sound echoed all around the room, which only pushed us further onto the brink of utter insanity.

″Mateo,″ she groaned.

″You really will be the death of me, won't you?″ I gritted out, nipping her breasts.

″Mm.″ Salem only whimpered, biting her swollen lower lip as the smacking noises of her puffy folds getting railed drove me up the walls. She sped up, bouncing on my cock like it was her damn job, her tits jiggling wildly, and I knew it wouldn't be long until I was coming inside again.

″Mateo, I can feel your cock kissing my cervix.″

″Yeah?″ I rumbled as she nodded.

″Yeah, your cock is throbbing so hard,″ she added.

It was like I was a fucking teenager again with how fast I was going to burst, but I couldn't give a fuck. ″I'm not going to last long,″ I warned.

″Yes, yes, yes,″ she chanted like a prayer, her pussy twisting and clenching around my bare cock. ″Mateo!″

I let out a ragged, guttural groan, letting go of her to squeeze her ass so hard that she squealed as I punched my cock into her one last time. I felt the exact moment Salem completely shattered. She squeezed me, clenching me for dear life, and I exploded inside her with a feral growl. My entire body became a pile of gelatin as I slumped beside her with a loud moan.

Fuck, just what was this woman doing to me?