Page 40 of Til Def
My cravings have evolved into something far darker, something wicked and sick. The years I spent rotting in that shithole have only sharpened the monster inside me, turned frustration into an insatiable hunger. When I finally unleash it, she’ll see. She’ll feel it. She’ll learn how deeply perverted and how irreparably deranged I’ve become. And when she does, she’ll understand—there’s no going back from me.
“Does it make me less of a man to you if I were a virgin, Kitten?” I ask, my teeth clenched, my voice low and edged with challenge. I watch her demeanor shift instantly, the playful giddiness vanishing as tension ripples through her.
“You think I can’t fuck you in a way your body needs, is that it?” I press, leaning in slightly, my eyes narrowing as I hold her gaze.
Her lips part, faltering. “No… I—”
I cut her off, my voice dark and cold. “You know, dominance isn’t something you’re taught, right? It’s not a fucking skill you pick up along the way or from screwing hundreds of women in the porn industry. Some men… some men are just born to be fucking animals. It runs naturally through their dick.”
Her breath gets lodged in her throat, and I see the flicker of something in her eyes—fear, intrigue, or maybe both.
“Through their tongue…” I murmur, my gaze tailing down to her bare legs, then flash back to hers. “Through their fingers…”
As I stare into her wide eyes, I feel it—the tight grip I’ve kept on my control beginning to snap. My darker thoughts creep in, eclipsing my restraint. The room feels heavier, the hissing fire a distant hum against the pounding in my ears.
Without a word, I let the fork slip from my fingers, the clink against the floor sounding louder than it should. Carefully, I rise to my feet, my gaze breaking from hers to focus somewhere beyond her. She stiffens instantly, her senses sharper than I expected. She feels it—that shift in the air, and she’d be right to feel that fucking way. Something is about to happen.
As I take a few steps toward her, she begins to shift back, scooting on her ass like a cornered animal. But before she can get far, I reach down and wrap my hand firmly around her throat, yanking her to her feet with an effortless pull. Her hands fly up, clutching at my wrist, her eyes expanded with shock as I apply just enough pressure to make her still.
I lean in, tilting my head until my lips ghost over hers. “Let’s see just what this virgin psycho boy can do, shall we?” I growl, my words dripping with promise and menace.
Her pretty eyes expand even further, fear flashing in them like a warning light, but I don’t give her a chance to speak. With a sharp shove, I send her sprawling onto the bed. She bounces lightly, her lips parting in a startled gasp before she scrambles onto her elbows.
I storm forward, my knees hitting the mattress as she retreats, her back meeting the headboard in her bid to escape. I lean over, grabbing her ankle and yank her back down the bed toward me.
A panicked squeak slips from her lips as I kneel between her legs. Her palms slam against my abs in a desperate attempt to push me away, but I snatch her wrists in one swift motion, pinning them above her head with one large hand, slamming them down against the mattress.
“Don’t test me, Kitten,” I hiss.
With my free hand, I reach into my pocket, pulling out the cold, metallic handcuffs and her eyes widen, the panic in her voice thick as she tries to twist away.
“Ty…” she barks, her tone trembling and urgent, but I don’t stop.
I snap one cuff around her wrist with a decisive click and before she can yank her arm back, I thread the chain through the wooden headboard and secure her other wrist. She’s pinned now, completely at my mercy, her breaths coming fast and shallow as realization sets in.
Without hesitation, I grab the hem of the oversized hoodie she’s wearing—my hoodie—and yank it upward, the fabric bunching and catching on her bound arms. The action leaves her chest exposed, her black, thin bra barely containing her heaving tits. She thrashes, her red hair falling wildly across her face as she shakes her head from side to side, trying to clear her vision, and when her eyes finally meet mine, they’re filled with a small edge of fury.
I let my gaze drag down her now-exposed body beneath me, her smooth stomach, the curve of her hips, and the black fabric of her panties that taunts me. She’s mine now, bound for me to do what I fucking want, and the hunger inside me burns hotter. Ready to take, ready to eat.
My eyes lock onto hers, a dark intensity burning between us as I lower my face, stopping just short of her trembling lips.
“Shh…” I hush. “Don’t make me duct tape that pretty mouth, Kitten. I want to hear every sound I’m about to pull from your beautiful body while I eat your pussy out.” My words come out with a desire that thickens the air between us.
Her body tenses, betraying the turmoil inside her. She’s torn, teetering on the edge of her morals, and I can see it all in her wide, watery eyes.
As I don’t break eye contact, my hand lowers, grazing her ribs and she jolts under my touch, her body reacting before her mind can process it. Her lips part slightly, as if about to protest, but no words come out. I can see through her, past her fucking morals, straight to the need she’s buried deep.
She wants this. She’s always fucking wanted this.
I’ve seen women before, a long time ago, but never like this—never someone I wanted to unravel, to dismantle and destroy until there’s nothing left untouched. She’s everything I thought she’d be and somehow more, perfect in ways that drive me even more utterly fucking insane.
I can’t wait any longer; I need to see her shatter completely. My hand moves upward, rough and urgent, my fingers digging beneath the wire of her bra. I push under until I’m grabbing the entirety of her breast tightly, fingers sharply pressing into the soft flesh, and her taunt nipple grazes against my palm. Her reaction is instant; her eyes flutter shut, lips parting as a gasp leaves her, her body yearning for more.
My hard cock, strains painfully against my jeans, desperate to be inside her pussy. I growl, yanking my hand out and I shove my finger between the bust, ripping it with a sharp tug until it breaks. I push the fabric away from her skin, revealing both of her perfect tits one by one, my feral eyes fixed on the movement.
As soon as they’re exposed to me, I grab one roughly, dipping down and sucking her nipple into my mouth. But I’m not soft, I’m exactly what I fucking am, rough. I devour her tit, biting sharply and sucking hard, causing her to hold in screams from the pain and pleasure I’m pulling from her squirming body.
My hand slides lower, over her trembling stomach, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. I push past it, dipping inside, until I feel the warmth of her pussy. My fingers press through her lips, exploring every part of her, smearing the wetness that drips from her little hole.
