And right now, I’m glad. Because I can shift this rage to whatever is in store for me tonight.
All that money, all that power that we now share makes me want to take the knife to his face and slash it. A true fucking Glasgow smile. He craves my complete control, and my surrender as well. Total surrender, but I’m used to fighting. So when he peels back all those layers of stubbornness and hate, what will he find underneath? It terrifies me to no end, that’s why I lash out. Why I push, poke, and prod at him until we explode.
I lean down, prompting my hands on both sides of his body. I hook my fingers in his waistband and drag the slacks down, getting a better view at his hard-on. He’s big without a fucking doubt and every comment I had in my head about his length evaporates into thin air.
I brush my hair over to one side, running my nose up his briefs and hum in anticipation. Fluttering my lashes, I look up into his eyes before going back to teasing him, a small wet spot on the material, pre-cum soaking it. I lick the spot before deviating, cocking up my eyebrow.
“Waiting for me to suck your cock? Did you think it’d be that easy?” I say, laughing softly. Though I’m the only one thinking of it as funny because the next second Macsen's hand shoots out and grabs the back of my neck. He yanks me forward to face him, his body now hovering over me and he crashes his lips on mine.
I freeze for a moment, not anticipating for him to be so rough all of a sudden. However, after him barely keeping control at the wedding when his foolish father made some inappropriate comment about me, I should have seen that coming, shouldn’t I? As if I haven’t heard it all before. Moreover, I do remember my very first meeting with Victor one on one right before I took over the position of the boss. And shamelessness wasn’t that man’s strong suit back then, either, so I didn’t expect too much from the old, sick fucker.
“I don’t like easy, Davina,” he murmurs in between kisses and I start melting ever so slightly. It’s all hard and angry; a battle for dominance as he bites my bottom lip, tasting blood. I open my mouth and he slips his tongue inside. His scotch-like taste explodes across my taste buds, and I know us getting married was a mistake because I’ll never be able to go back.
I shake my thoughts away, arching my back as I push against his hard chest. “Good.”
We both hate the fact that we want each other. Even if it’s just physically, we’re unable to stop. I can see Macsen’s need in the way his pupils dilate with lust and his eyes roam all over my body, and back to my lips.
The wetness pools down my pussy, shivers rushing through my body when I feel his fingers let go of my neck and sneak their way into my hair. He fists it and pulls back. A loud moan escapes my mouth. I’ve always been down for a rough fuck. In fact, that’s the only way I do it, never having known anything else. Though, while my common sense screams for me to take control, I let him feel he has me wrapped around his finger. Just to play with his mind like I want to.
He reaches down and strokes his cock through his briefs. Then he digs his hands in my hips and pulls me up without much effort, once again changing who’s on top. He sits on the bed and I straddle him.
“Take my cock out,” he orders, those words working on me not in the way they fucking should because I immediately yank his briefs down and gasp as my eyes drop to his length. I was supposed to play with his mind first, his dick later. Not the other way around.
My hand wraps around him and I pump, receiving a low, throaty moan from him. I squeeze harder as my lips curve in a smirk. Perhaps I’m going to love having this kind of power over him after all.
His hips meet my moves head-on, the veins prominent on his arms. Even through all those masterpieces of tattoos, I see exactly what I want. The end of his control and the beginning of compliance. His chest rises and falls heavily, his palms grabbing the sheets to the point that his knuckles turn white.
I tilt my head defiantly, his thrusts becoming more and more chaotic.
“You know what time it is?” I ask, making him stop and look at me with a question written all over his face.
He stays silent.
I don’t wait for his guesses. “Time for you to give up control. Now you can relive how your father fucked me at the very least ten times during our wedding just by looking at me,” I tell him as I reach back and unhook my bra, throwing it to the floor. My breasts full, nipples puckering feeling the breath of fresh, slightly cold air. I brush my fingertips across them. “How he told you that you’d have the best time fucking me even though all he wanted was to do it all himself.”
His mouth trembles and his black eyes almost look as if the devil was staring back at me. Perfect.
I know I’m close.
He watches me carefully, probably thinking if he should. The darkness is easy to unleash when it’s only business, but from this day on we will have to live together too. And he must be very different in his everyday life. I could only get a glimpse of it when he was talking to his younger sister Lara earlier. That’s the only time his expression was something other than cold and calculated.
Now I want him to do the damage in something that is not only business but also personal.
He grabs my throat and I try very hard not to snap his fingers at his touch to my scar. That’s what I wanted, isn’t it?
I gasp and tighten my thighs around his waist, slightly raising. He immediately pushes aside my knickers and lowers me down on his cock all the way down. Pain goes through my body in waves of hundreds of needles poking me before I realise that Macsen lets go of my hips and gives me time to adjust. Surprisingly.
I’ve never felt that kind of pleasure mixed with pain.
He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it lightly and taking my mind off everything else. I whimper which must have turned him on even more because his tongue picks up its pace, whirling around it. One of his hands is still around my goddamn throat.
My fingers circle it and my nails dig into his flesh as I use all of my strength to make him let go. I hold back my tears as I can feel the nightmares of that night creeping in on me. Then I use the other hand as well, twisting his hold until he frees me. Though, he says nothing about it and continues sucking my nipples, switching between them every few seconds.
“You’re going to fucking ride me now, Davina,” he demands.
Gasping, I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging at it. I move my hips up and start rocking them against his cock at last. I’m done with holding back. I’ll take whatever I want from him and his body. All the hatred, pain, pleasure. Everything.
He leans back on his elbows, our eyes locked. He’s watching me unapologetically, his lips curving in a devilish smile, baring his teeth.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” he tells me, though he doesn’t lower his gaze. My whimpers are louder, one after the other. With how big he is, there’s definitely just as much pleasure as there is pain. Which I find is exactly what I need. Pleasure gives me the satisfaction of maybe our marriage having this one thing right while the pain keeps me grounded.
“Macsen,” I moan, rocking even harder against him. He groans in return; our heavy breaths mix together.
He must be seeing something in my eyes as his demeanour changes, and he lifts me and pushes me to the mattress. Then he reaches for his tie. “Has someone ever told you that you need a solid punishment?”