Suffocating
My body tensed, my spine straightened, and my eyes widened. Every hair on the back of my neck and arms stood up. My lips parted as electricity zapped through the air. I could feel his eyes burning holes into the top of my head. I was naked, exposed, and still sore from Chance. I was mad at him, disgusted with what I’d seen earlier, and I’d sworn I wouldn’t waste anymore time on him.
Yet my nipples hardened, my thighs squeezed together, and I wanted him to pull on my hair like he’d done the first time. Korra was oddly quiet. Or maybe his presence had the same reaction on her as it did on me. It wasn’t even a maybe at this point. I knew she was as stunned as I was. I wasn’t scared, and I wasn’t ashamed. I felt confident in my actions after what I’d caught him doing. No, it was fear, or shame I felt; it was excitement.
The need to see the expression on his face and the anger in his eyes made me brave. I turned my head to look back over my shoulder, but his claws scratched my skull as his fingers gripped my hair tight. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. I was on my knees, my back turned, vulnerable beneath the demon that had me at his mercy. Goosebumps broke out all over my body and sweat, or slick, dripped down my thigh. The silence was loud and his breathing ragged.
“Release me,” I demanded feebly.
“I thought you liked being on your knees,” Shane spat. His voice filled the room, and it sent a shiver down my spine. A giggle bubbled up from my chest, as I could practically taste the jealousy on my tongue. He yanked on my hair and my neck stretched as tears blurred his dominating figure. I blinked them back, searched, and locked on obsidian orbs that glared down from above.
“This isn’t your room,” I mocked. It was petty, I know, but this was my moment. I was angry. Maybe I was bitter, but I didn’t want to let him see that. I didn’t want him to know it affected me, even though he already saw the tears. He knew what he’d done, and he hadn’t stopped. He wanted me to see, wanted me to hurt. It was my turn. I’d slept with Chance only moments ago.
He could scent it, smell it in the air, scent it on me. I wanted to rub it in. I wanted it to hurt, but you have to care about someone first. And I think that was the missing factor because he didn’t seem hurt. No, he seemed angry. He seemed frustrated because someone had played with his toy. His forehead scrunched and his eyes flashed as they zeroed in on my neck. My head was forcefully pulled to the side, and I felt giddy.
“What the fuck is this?” Shane snarled.
“What does it look like?” I giggled.
The hand that had gripped my hair disappeared and reappeared gripping my throat. The other grabbed my arm and lifted me before shoving me back on to the seat. He used so much force; I think I had whiplash. He was trying to ruin my fun, and he was winning. Leaning forward in my seat, I glared up at him.
“What the fuck?” I yelled as the sound of clicking reached my ears.
My eyes lowered to where his hands yanked off the belt and pulled it from the loops in one quick movement. It slapped against the seat to my left and I screamed before turning back to the angry alpha-hole in front of me. His knees pressed down on both sides of my thighs and I shoved his abdomen.
“Get ou—” I choked as he wrapped the belt around my neck. My eyes widened and my hands shot to my windpipe. I clawed at his wrist and arms as he tightened it and pulled the strap. He yanked on the belt and dragged me back until I lay flat against the seat. My fingers scratched my skin as I tried to get them between the belt strap and the flesh of my neck. A hand pushed by the side of my head as he leaned forward.
“I told you I don’t share,” he sneered as I fought for air. The more I tried to gasp for air, the more the belt tightened. I was naked and at the mercy of an angry god, but I was wet. I could feel it and clenched my thighs. How the hell was this turning me on? I was suffocating.
“Pl-please,” I choked.
Shane switched the belt strap from one hand to the hand next to my head. The free one gripped my chin and pulled down, leaving my mouth wide open. My eyes widened as I failed to inhale. There was no pity, no fear, no care in his eyes. His focus on my lips.
“Did you suck his dick with this mouth?” He asked calmly. Calm Shane scared me more than angry Shane. He released my chin, his fingers trailed down to my breast. He gripped it roughly and twisted my nipple. “Did he taste these?” His fingers dipped lower and pinched my hips. “Did he hold on to these while he took you?” I shook my head and felt faint. His hand disappeared and claws scratched my neck. “Did he like marking what was mine? He couldn’t sink his teeth into you, so he sucked until he left evidence of his ownership.”
“Shane,” I rasped. Reaching out, I grabbed his arm by the side of my head. He slapped my hand away and gripped my chin again.
“By the time we’re done here, there will be no question of who you belong,” he whispered. With one hand, he pulled my mouth open and with the other, he pulled my head back with the belt. His lips hollowed and saliva eased from between his lips. My mouth watered as he spit into my mouth.
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