Chapter Twelve

Ty

When I enter the house, I slam the back door shut behind me, locking it with a loud, final click . My mind is spinning out of control. The chase. The blood. The overwhelming hunger to break her, to ruin her, to consume her. It’s all merging together into something fucked-up, clawing at my insides like a beast.

My pace quickens. My bare feet echo on the floor as I storm through the living room, the walls of the house closing in like the boundaries of my own madness. I barrel down the hallway, my breaths coming in sharp, animalistic huffs. I don’t stop—I can’t stop. By the time I’m jogging up the stairs two at a time, my heart is pounding in a frenzied rhythm, my hold tightening on her and the axe.

The bedroom door swings shut behind me with a deafening bang as I kick it closed, shaking the walls. I stride toward the fireplace, adrenaline coursing through every vein. Falling to my knees, I let the axe slip from my fingers, the blade clanging against the hardwood floor. I don’t even look at it. My hands move to her limp body, still draped over my shoulder like ruins of a war.

I lower her to the floor, the impact of her back and head meeting the hard boards sending a dull thud reverberating through the room. Her eyes snap open wide, filled with fear, confusion, and something else. Something charged.

I creep up her body, my blood-streaked hands on either side of her broken, battered frame, caging her in. My eyes are crazed as they rake over her, taking in every bruise, every wound, every smear of her essence on her pale, trembling skin.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Her breathing quickens, matching the frenzy of my own. She stares into my gaze, unblinking, like a deer caught in headlights.

Without hesitation, I reach beneath the bed, my hand blindly feeling along the dusty floor until my fingers curl around the cold, solid weight of the nail gun I’d hidden there—out of her sight. Slowly, I lift it out and she pauses. Completely.

Her terrified eyes lock onto the weapon as her chest starts to rise and descend in shallow, rapid bursts. I lean closer, brushing her trembling lips as I lower the nail gun. The muzzle presses against her chin. A faint shiver runs through her body, and for a fleeting moment, her fear flares bright in her gaze, but she tries to hide it behind defiance, challenging me, testing me.

“Stay very, very still for me, kitten.” I let my voice drop to a low murmur, brushing the heat of my breath across her quivering lips. “I wouldn’t want to accidently shoot a nail into you.”

I withdraw and lift each of her hands, positioning them just above her head. Her pulse thrums under my touch, frantic and alive, and I relish the way her bravery falters with every second.

I press its point against the soft fabric of her hoodie, tightly beside her wrist, my eyes fixed on her face. Her body tenses as soon as the loud crack of the nail echoes through the room, burying itself deep into the floorboard.

She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t fight. She just freezes—paralyzed by the sharp edge of fear. Another crack splits the silence, the nail piercing so close to her skin that it feels like a whisper of pain. I trail the gun down the curves of her arms and under them, tightening the material over her skin to restrict her.

After I’m finished nailing her to the cold wooden floor, I calmly place the gun beside me. She lays beneath me, body squirming to be freed. I lower my face, hovering inches from hers and she can see it in my eyes, how they’re blown out with untameable desire. My dick is solid and heavy. Ready to be buried inside her pussy for the first time.

“Shhh…” I taunt, making her entire body freeze. “I’ve lost it, Kitten. Fucking snapped. And I’m not sorry for what I’m about what I’m about to do to you.” I whisper, my gaze lifting from her lips to her eyes. “Don’t be afraid of me, I’m only gonna tear your tiny cunt the fuck up until you can’t take anymore of me.”

I lean back on my knees between her before reaching for my axe. I grab a handful of her hood roughly, dragging her small body upward before nicking a small hole in it. After setting it back down, I force my fingers inside the rip with two hands before tearing it right down the middle, revealing underneath she’s completely naked.

Her tits heave, slashes from where she cut herself on the glass mark her pure skin and it does something demented to my sick mind. I roughly grab the small of her waist, yanking her downward so she’s closer to me and her arms are tighter in the hoodie. She’s beautiful, but she would look even better painted in my blood.

I lift my axe again before pressing it to my forearm, I slash across my skin, the pain making me grunt.

“Ty!” Raven gasps, her eyes going wide with shock.

My dark gaze darts to hers, and we lock as I allow a steady flow of my warm blood to drip onto her body. I pull my intense gaze away from hers, and it gradually rakes down her naked form. When I’m done, I lay my palms on her stomach and begin to smear it upward, painting her flesh in gore. I grab her perky tits harshly, and she gasps, her back arching upward, desperate for my hands to be on her.

I dip down with a beastly snarl, the sight everything I wanted, and lick a wet trail up the center of her body, collecting the blood. When I reach her neck, she tilts her chin upward, accepting my bites and sucks on the sensitive skin, a satisfied hum escaping her. I reach down, grab my heavy, throbbing cock, and position it on her wet, little hole.

“Just remember, kitten,” I breathe into her ear. “You’re my first, and you’ll always be my last.”

I press inside her, my nose gently dragging up her jawline, and my eyes flutter shut as my swollen tip enters.

“So wet, so warm, so tight, so fucking mine.” I gasp.

Her body strains as I stretch her pussy to the limit, a silent scream wanting to snake up her throat. I continue to push forward, the sensation shaking my body. She clenches around me, almost rejecting me, but I push through the resistance.

“Fuckkkk…” I growl, the word dragged from my chest like a roar. My head falls back, neck straining, eyes rolling as soon as I’m buried balls deep inside her, the overwhelming heat and tightness consume me.

My heavy eyes flutter open, locking onto hers as she lies beneath me, her chest heaving in time with mine. Her orbs move over my face, and the way she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth ignites something inside me. She’s not just satisfied—she wants fucking more.

Without a second thought, I dip down, crushing my lips against hers in a savage kiss that makes her pussy squeeze around me. She welcomes it, our tongues clashing wildly. I waste no time dragging my cock down her soft walls and ramming inside her again. Her loud, trembling moan vibrates into my mouth as she tenses beneath me, her tits bouncing against my scarred skin.

I sink my cock inside her violently, so far inside it feels like I’m tearing through every barrier, reaching places no one else ever could. She becomes wetter, her pussy loosening and welcoming me, molding to take every inch of my dick. Every part of her submits. Each scream that rips from her throat fuels the madness inside me.

With an aggressive growl, I snap completely. My arm slides beneath her thigh, lifting and bending her to my will as I throw her leg over my shoulder, trapping the other beneath me. I spread her wide, splitting her open. Her body is mine to pleasure mine, mine to control. I give no fucks.

“You will take all of me, Kitten,” I bite out. “In any way I fucking like. In a way that will have you begging for more before you even realize it.”

Lowering myself, I press my weight down on her, our bodies fusing together. Her leg stretches higher against my shoulder as I shift closer, resting my elbows beside her trembling arms. My palms find hers, my fingers locking tightly with hers above her, and I push down, pinning her.

I slam into her again, each brutal thrust pounding my cock deeper, harder, as my mouth hovers just above hers. My gaze locks on her face, watching every glimmer of emotion, every contorted expression as her body struggles to adapt to the position I’ve forced her into, how my cock tears her tight pussy apart. But she doesn’t break—she takes it, submitting to my every twisted desire and it makes me fall for her harder.

Her fingers strain against mine, her entire body shuddering beneath me, trembling on the edge. The sight of her so overwhelmed makes balls tighten, my cock tingling with the ache of release. I bite down on the annoying fucking urge, scraping at the last shred of restraint I have, refusing to let go until she does.

“Come for me, beautiful girl,” I murmur, my lips brushing hers, my voice commanding, yet edged with a softness only she can pull from me. “Give the fuck in. Surrender to me.”

The words are a dare, an order, and a promise all at once. She spirals into hyperventilation, an untamed cry roaring from her throat before her body jerks underneath me. Her warm pussy clamps around my shaft and it makes me shoot my jizz in hot pumps.

I growl, burying my face into her sweaty neck. The feeling sweeps over my body in shivers, my legs contracting brutally. I slow down, rinsing my greedy dick for every drop inside her and when it’s over, I collapse, my weight pressing down like a brutal wave, knocking the air from her lungs.

The heat of our bodies sticks together with cold sweat and blood, our hearts slamming against each other. I can still feel the slight pulse in her twitching, wet cunt as I fight for my life, the world spinning in a haze of lust and madness.

I gradually lift my head, my eyes finding hers and they flutter open, locking onto mine. The look she gives me crackles with intensity, her gaze dropping to my lips in such a way it makes my dick jerk inside her.

She gasps before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth again, pushing my fucking buttons.

“You want more of my cock, you little slut?” I snarl, my eyes narrowing.

In a sudden, feral motion, I pull back, sitting up with a raw urgency that leaves her stunned. My hands tear at the hoodie, the fabric shredding as I free her arms with a savage impatience. The moment she’s loose, I lift her effortlessly, the surge of adrenaline making her weight feel like nothing.

My fingers curl around the handle of the axe as I rise, its cold steel a reminder of my intent. She clings to me, her arms coiling around my shoulders.

Each step I take is heavy as I near the bed and with a flick of my wrist, the axe lands on the blanket nearby, its presence a silent threat. Then, without hesitation, I seize her waist with both hands before I hurl her onto the bed, her body landing with a breathless thud.

I grab her legs, moving her onto her front, then my warm hands run up the back of her thighs as I kneel on the bed until they’re running over the curvature of her ass. I split her cheeks wide and dip down, eating her asshole again to prepare her to take my cock. A low moan escapes her lips, muffled by the mattress, as she shifts beneath me, her hips rising to give me better access. Every movement she makes feeds the fire sweeping its way through my veins.

I let a sharp spit land on her little hole, ready to destroy, then I lift her again, crawling up the bed and dragging her with me, the sheets bunching beneath us in our wake. When she’s close to the headboard, I take her wrists and snap the handcuffs into place with a click. She gasps, holding the wood, her knuckles white as I yank her back toward me, her spine arching in a way that makes my dick leak again.

With a grunt, I gaze down, positioning myself behind her, one hand pressed on the top of her ass while the other grabs my thick cock. I flick the tip over her red raw pussy, collecting some of my cum that’s leaking out of her in a white glistening string. Her legs shudder as I set it on her asshole, then I start pressing forward. She whimpers, the pain clear and I can feel it.

I growl, pushing down on her back, forcing her to arch more. I continue, ripping into her hot walls inch by inch until my cock is fully swallowed. My eyes close, a slight wave in my posture before I glance down again, staring at her little pink ring gripping me tight at the base.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, more to myself than her.

She attempts to breathe through the discomfort, but she doesn’t know what’s coming. I’m about to ruin this little virgin asshole. By the time I’m finished, I’ll easily be able to slip my dick inside it for the rest of my days.

I lean over her body, grabbing my axe on the way. I set the handle across her throat, harshly tilting her head back with both hands on either side until she’s looking at me above her. Her eyes are wide, fear now flashing through them and a small sinister, smirk twitches on my lips.

I lean down, my lips ghosting over hers, then I drag my cock back before driving straight back in with a brutal plunge. She screams, eyes squeezing shut and it ticks something in my sadistic mind.

I pull the handle harder, restricting her breathing as I start to fuck her hard, banging myself deep inside. Her hands claw at the headboard, strangled screams repeatedly cut off by my axe and I snarl, becoming rougher, the sensation of ploughing into her ass everything I ever wanted.

“Let me taste your screams, kitten. I want to feast on your fear.” I bite out, becoming more vicious.

My hips crash against her ass with a brutal rhythm, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room, a raw symphony of possession. I watch her carefully, studying every shift of her body, every flicker of resistance or surrender as her face darkens to a deep, bruised purple. Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, as though begging for something I won’t give—or perhaps something only I can.

When her lips part, a broken gasp slipping free in her search for air, I lean in. I let the saliva gather on my tongue before releasing it, a glistening thread that lands squarely in her open mouth. The moment it touches her, my chest tightens with savage satisfaction.

I’ve marked her now. Claimed her. Reduced her to nothing and everything all at once. She’s fucking mine, utterly and irreversibly— and she knows it.

“This is what you wanted, my beautiful, broken girl. Now you see me—every sadistic, ruthless part of me.” My voice is low and unsteady with the pleasure I can barely contain.

As soon as her eyes roll, almost passing out from the choking and intensity, I loosen my hold on one side of the axe. The moment I do, her lungs seize the chance to draw in a desperate gasp of oxygen and her head slumps forward, almost lifeless.

I shift back, my fingers finding the small of her waist, digging deep into the bloodied flesh. The rawness of it fuels me, sends me spiraling into something feral. My hold strengthens, holding her to me as I pick up the pace, driving her asshole down onto my cock with unrelenting force. Her broken gasps and stifled cries bleed into the air and I own it. I consume it. I lose myself in it.

The tension coils tighter, and tighter, until it finally snaps. My release tears through me violently, leaving nothing but a guttural growl that rips from my chest as I bury myself deep inside her one last time.

As I spill my jizz inside her, my body trembles with the force of it, my head dropping forward to rest against the damp heat of her back. Her asshole pulses around my cock, a relentless thrum that pulls me deeper into overstimulation.

A growl rumbles low in my chest as I sink my teeth into her skin, marking her, grounding myself in the undeniable connection between us. She’s trembling, undone beneath me, and yet I can’t bring myself to stop. The heat of her body, the way she quakes under my weight—it keeps dragging me back, binding us together in a way neither of us can escape.

“You’re everything I knew you’d be. Kitten,” I confess, my voice trembling with a mix of devotion and madness. “A perfect ruin. A beautiful obsession I want to drown in until there’s nothing fucking left of me.”

…

After nearly fucking the life out of Raven, she’s curled up naked between my legs, her skin glowing with a sheen of water after washing herself. My back presses against the headboard as her head rests lazily on my chest, her crimson hair damp and sticking to my skin.

The med kit beside me holds tools to patch up the marks she created by jumping through that damn window. I work in silence, wrapping a bandage around her forearm before my gaze flicks to the window, noticing the light outside is dying, sinking into the kind of darkness I thrive in.

“We’re leaving. Get your shit,” I mutter, my tone sharp, already attempting to move.

She stirs, lifting her head to meet my eyes, her exhaustion painted across her face. “What?” The single word hangs in the between us, heavy with confusion.

“We’re not staying here,” I say, my voice rough. “I’m taking you somewhere else.”

I push myself off the bed, and her wide, concerned eyes follow me.

“But where?” she presses.

I shrug, snatching my black hoodie off the bed. “A fucking motel or something.”

As I pull the hoodie over my head and tug it into place, she keeps questioning, louder now, tinged with panic. “But there’s no motels around here. I looked before I travelled. How do you even plan to get us there? Do you suddenly know how to drive, Ty?”

Her words strike a nerve, and I scoff, glancing down as I thread my belt through my black jeans. “No,” I say, my voice low and edged with mockery, “but you fucking do, my beautiful girl.”

I lift my eyes to hers, watching as the realization hits her. Her disbelief is almost sweet—those wide blue eyes, those freckles on her nose that almost disappear as it scrunches when she gives a subtle shake of her head. It’s like she still thinks there’s a way out of this.

“I can’t drive you,” she protests as her hands slam down on the sheets. “I’ll be an accomplice… I’ll—”

“Hate to break it to you, baby,” I growl, cutting her off sharply, “but you were the moment you stepped into my fucking life. Now, get your ass up before I shove my cock back in there again.”

The room goes still, her eyes searching mine for something—mercy, maybe. But I don’t have any left to fucking give. She doesn’t get it yet—doesn’t understand that she’s fucking mine now. She belongs to me in every distorted, lifelong way. She needs to learn, and fast.

We can’t stay in this dump ass of a town. This place reeks of death—my deaths, my kills. I’ve spilled too much blood here, left my scent clinging to every fucking corner like a curse. The clock’s ticking, and I need to move on, one body closer to finding hers—my sister’s.

When Raven stays silent, still warring with whatever part of her thinks she has a choice, my patience frays. I rake my fingers through my black hair, letting it fall forward to shadow my eyes before yanking the hood over my head. I watch her carefully, taking in the subtle rebellion in her gaze, the way her hands fidget.

“Do I have to count and treat you like a fucking child?

Each word lands like a loaded threat, and I feel the air shift between us. It’s not a question—it’s a fucking warning.

Her eyes narrow, a flicker of fight still burning there, but it fades as quickly as it came. She lets out a defeated sigh, her shoulders sagging, and scoots off the bed. I watch her, my eyes dragging over every inch of her battered, naked body.

When she tries to move past me, my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her back into me with a force that makes her gasp, her body fitting against mine as if it belongs there—because it does.

She tilts her head back, her ocean orbs meeting mine and I glance at her parted lips and flushed cheeks before I dipping down, pressing my mouth to hers.

The kiss starts soft, but the moment her lips part, I dominate her. My tongue slides inside and I sweep it over hers, relishing the way she moans and how her body shudders in my arms, every barrier unravelling piece by piece.

When I finally pull away, I hold eye contact as I murmur, “Be a good girl for me, Raven, won’t you?”

She searches my eyes for a moment, as if trying to read something—anything—before she finally nods. But I don’t believe it. Not yet. I know better. There’s still work to be done.

I release her, though, because I don’t have time to fuck around. We need to move. I watch impatiently as she slips into black sweatpants with a matching oversized hoodie.

When she’s done packing her shit, I step forward, closing the distance between us until she’s standing in front of me. I don’t say a word as I reach around, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her hoodie before I tug it gently over her head. Her red hair spills down her front, soft and glossy in waves, and I can’t help but smirk. It’s almost to perfect, this hoodie. It’s like a reflection of mine.

“Once I’m finished, my beautiful girl, you’ll be skipping merrily alongside me, drenched in some fuckers blood with your own axe swinging down beside you.”

She rolls her eyes, fighting back a devilish smile, the hint of amusement obvious, but before she can move past me, I grab her wrist in a flash, the cold bite of the handcuff slapping over it. Her wide eyes snap up to mine as I lock the other cuff around my wrist, hiding the metal beneath our sleeves.

“Ty...” Her voice is soft, like she’s trying to find a part of me that isn’t already long gone.

“You can flutter those pretty eyelashes at me all you want, freckles. But I know your fucking game before you even play it. You think I left that bedroom door unlocked by accident this morning?”

Her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out and I smirk before leaning down and throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

“Midnight?” I call and she perks up, leaving the blanket she was curled up in on with floor. She walks toward us, taking a big stretch and I notice Raven eying me suspiciously.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Call her and she comes to you as if she’s a dog rather than a cat?”

My brow raises, and I tilt my head to the side. “I guess kittens are just fucking drawn to me.”

“Or kidnapped by you.” She retorts and I try not to smile as I face aside.

From the corner of my eye, I notice her stepping toward me, and I stand tall as she stops close, her tits brushing against my abs. Her gaze glides up my body, slow and deliberately until her eyes settle on mine. Her fingers curl around the strings of my hoodie before she yanks me down to her lips.

“Careful, psycho boy—you’re starting to look dangerously close to happy,” she murmurs, and my jaw flexes.

She reaches down, her palm gliding over the bulge of my cock in my jeans before she squeezes just enough to pull a warning growl from me. “Is that all it took? For you to drain your big dick inside me?”

My eyes darken, holding onto everything I have not to pounce like she’s daring me too. “I may hate you for ruining my life, Ty, but I won’t lie, I’ve never been fucked so good.”

My hand snaps up and around her throat, catching her off guard.

“Careful, beautiful girl—you’re starting to look dangerously close to brave,” I snarl against her lips, my teeth exposed.

Her eyes dance with laughter, then I release her with a small shove. It’s strange—almost fucking irritating. Instead of cowering in the corner like she should, trembling at the sight of the emotionless monster I have exposed myself to be, time and time again, she’s becoming braver. Wrapping me around her little finger, tighter and tighter.

Her boldness isn’t born of innocence or ignorance; no, she’s seen the darkness, the burden of what the fuck I am. But she stands taller, her eyes sharp, as if challenging me to continue trying to break her and show her more of what I can do.

I draw my eyes away from hers and lean down, scooping Midnight up before handing her to Raven. As she takes her, I lift the suitcase, and we leave this mansion behind.