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He fucked up into me, meeting my rhythm, crushing me between his chest and the steering wheel. Bruised me, broke me open, but I still wanted it.

The stitches burned. The insides of me felt shredded. I was crying now, hoarse, not even sure if I was making noise or just emptying my soul out of my mouth.

He didn’t slow down. Not once. He needed this.

His hand snaked between us, found my clit, rubbed it with furious, angry circles. I screamed. The pain was so strong it wrapped around into pleasure again, some warped loop where the agony just birthed a new kind of pleasure, over and over.

Malakar fucked into me with the wild strength of a madman. My thighs shook so hard I thought they might buckle. Stars swam in my eyes.

He slammed me down, over and over. The sheath of skin inside my cunt was ruined, torn, red-hot, the ache so intense I couldn’t see past it. I felt every vein on his cock tear at the lining.

“You think he ever fucked you like this, Starla? You think Brandon could ever make you take it like this? You fucking loved it in the woods. You needed it then. You need it now.” He groaned into my neck. “I bet you’re glad he’s gone. Now I can fuck you like this all the time.” He spat the words.

My body bucked on him, helpless, puppet-strings cut.

He was choking me, enough to make my vision close in at the edges, little flecks of white popping as I rode him. The hospital gown bunched up at my waist, and I was naked except for the thin, open back that barely clung to my shoulders. It didn’t even cover my ass.

I was so exposed, so destroyed, my cunt swollen and red and leaking blood and wetness from my own fucked up arousal.

His hands moved everywhere at once. He slammed my hips down so my ass smacked his thighs with every bounce. He grabbed my tits, squeezing and twisting, rubbing his thumb over the nipple until the skin burned and I cried out.

I came apart. My pussy clenched so hard I thought it would crush him. My body slammed down on him, and the pain detonated, a new set of nerves lighting up inside the mess of torn wetness and blood.

He fucked into me, rough, ragged, desperate, yanking my face to his so I had to look him in the eye. “Say it. Say you’ll never leave.”

“I’ll never leave,” I gasped, my vision swimming. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

“Good bluebird. Take it all. Take every inch of me.”

He kept his hand tight around my throat, crushing me down. My body went cold, then hot, then numb, then the nerves came back violent and alive. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t need to. I just needed him.

His cock jerked inside of me. I could feel it, the rhythm changing, the burn of every vein as he split me wider. He thrust a few more times. Then, his seed spurted out into me.

This was all I had left. Just the fucked up devotion and hunger of a monster who wept and bled for me.

Chapter 44

Forever

Malakar

My bluebird. My bluebird. Please never leave. My sweet bluebird. You’re all I need in life. We’ll be happy together. We will. You’re scared now, but you’ll forget about Brandon. You will. We’ll grow old and love each other until our last breath.

She was here on my lap, my cock shoved deep inside of her. She couldn’t leave now. She wouldn’t. Would she? This was my medicine. This tamed the monster inside of me. I just needed to find a way to keep her with me. Maybe I could tie her up somewhere? Or lock her in a basement? Or just lock the door and let her free roam?

No, that wouldn’t be fair to her. But I had to keep her close. I had to.

Maybe I could just keep her here on my cock. I could stitch her to me, handcuff her to me. I could cut out her heart and always keep her close.

No, too far, not good. Not good.

I shifted in the seat, adjusted myself to keep her pressed down against my cock, her body so limp and ruined, hospital gown bunched at her ribs, hair stuck damp to her cheeks and throat.

I stroked her back. Her skin was soft. I thought she might be dead for a second, she was so quiet, so still. But then she whimpered, lips parted. I could see her jaw trembling.

“Bluebird. Don’t leave.”

She didn’t say anything. Only rested her forehead against mine. I could feel her pulse, faint and shivering. I liked that it was weak. I liked that she only survived because I wanted her to.