Chalice.
*This Chapter may be too dark for so audiences, so skip if you can’t handle extre sexual content.. or read with caution.*
My hands trembled badly as I knocked on the large oak door with the numbers: "1205" written boldly on it and as soon as the door flew open and a large man with long jet black hair and striking green eyes crowded the doorway, my heart dropped.
"Louis." I drawled, trying so hard and failing to sound casual.
He bead a smile at , his intense eyes roving along my body carelessly as he squealed; "Babe!"
My eyes unconsciously darted around us when I heard him say that and upon the realization that no one had seen or heard us, I pushed past him and stumbled into the room.
And gosh, it reeked.
It was a luxury suite in one of the most prestigious hotels around town but it reeked, just the way Louis managed to contaminate everything he touched, be it luxury or .
especially.
I vaguely heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind before I turned around to face him, my false smile instantly disappearing from my face as I asked; "Why did you ask to et, Lou? You know the rules!"
"What rules?"
"That you wouldn’t ask to et. Ever. That we only et when I say so!" I snapped, but instead of being apologetic, I was t with a smug smile.
"And you know the rules, Chalice," he drawled, his voice dropping into a nacing growl.
"What rules?" I snapped, imdiately hating myself for sounding just like him.
"That you do not raise your voice at . Ever. And that whenever we et, before you start bitching around, you strip first!"
My mouth snapped shut. And goddess, if looks could kill, Lou would’ve been dead at by now. I glared at him with all the hatred I could muster, but annoyingly, he didn’t even seem bothered by it. If anything, it only made him smile more.
He walked away to go sit on the bed and then crossed his legs as he pointed at my coat. "Take that hideous shit off."
"It’s winter!" I snarled. "So of course, I’ll keep it on. The weather is cold."
"You had no issues with cold all those years ago when you’ll sneak off with into the bushes and we’ll make love in the icy lake." He drawled slowly, and I hated myself when those mories ca rushing into my head.
I hated myself more because it brought heat to my face. And I especially wanted to kill myself when the sight of the bulge in his pants made my pussy clench.
I shook my head. "Things change."
His eyes darkened slightly and a gasp slipped past my lips when he suddenly rose to his feet and marched over to , pinning with the deadliest glare I have ever seen. His calloused fingers trailed hot lines down my face and chin, and without preamble, he grabbed my neck.
"Things change..." he drawled, his hot breath fanning my face. "But not you and , Chalice. We’re too broken to change. And even if I have the liberty of changing... you do not. You’re worse than I am. You made who I am."
My knees wobbled as his hold on my neck tightened significantly, and knowing Lou and how bad his temper could be, I knew that if I didn’t do anything about him quickly, he’d hurt . So I batted my lashes at him and dropped my gaze.
"Okay." I croaked out.
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, I’ll strip." I said, and just like I’d expected, he imdiately let go of .
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as I slowly, begrudgingly, began to take off my clothes one after the other, starting with my coat. I even felt more filthy when he wouldn’t take his eyes off , his beady eyes trailing my actions with amusent shining in them.
I bowed my head in sha and continued but stopped when I was left with just my bikini set on. And then I whispered; "All done."
It wasn’t until that mont that I finally had the courage to look at him, and the look I found in his stupid green eyes had my breath hitching. It looked crazed. Dark. Horrifying.
He waved his hand dismissively at and drawled; "Your lingerie looks beautiful, Chalice, but I don’t want to see it. I want to see your pussy and breasts. So strip."
His words— crude and depreciating— made my anger flare. But anger wasn’t the way to work with Louis, so I nodded and did as told, flinching when his loud satisfied whistle filled my ears.
"Damn! You’re still as pretty as ever! It’s a sha you want to be with the triplets and not !" He spat, clapping when I stood stark naked in front of him.
The cold air blew against my body, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin, and I hated it. I hated that it made tremble. And I hated that it made my nipples harden.
Lou rose to his feet, his dark eyes trailing along my body in a way that looked more perverted than interested. His fingers slid into my hair and just when I was beginning to lean into his touch, thinking that he was trying to caress , he fisted at a chunk of my hair and pulled so hard that I scread.
"Lou!" I yelled, "...that hurts!"
"Oh, I know it does!" He spat back, a maniacal look painting his face. "I want you to feel it. To know it hurts when I feel you fucking those three bastards and every other n you open those sexy legs of yours to!"
"Lou please!" I scread, but he wouldn’t listen. And goddess, he was strong— too strong, I couldn’t possibly push him off.
Without a care, he grabbed the back of my neck, and using it to pull forward, he pushed towards the bed and pressed my face into the mattress, his lips against my ears as he growled; "You’ll be a good girl for , right? You’ll be a good girl and take this dick the way you take their dicks, okay?"
His words made a tremor run down my spine. I scread. I fought. I thrashed... hell, I even pleaded but he wouldn’t stop. He was acting crazy.
With my head still pressed into the soft bed, I began to plead desperately, asking him not to strike or touch . But he turned deaf ears to my pleas.
I vaguely heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and... and...
He didn’t even try to start with foreplay. He didn’t even care that I wasn’t wet yet. Like the crazed beast that he was, he plunged his fat dick into my pussy, and hell, I scread when it hit my hilt, almost cracking my pelvis open.
It hurt.
It hurt like a goddamn bitch.
Lou’s pace was fast. Brutal. It was nothing like the gentle way the triplets devoured . It was nothing like the other n I’ve been with. He fucked like I was a prostitute... without rcy. And I hated that my body, even though felt stretched taut, gradually began to ease up to him.
I hated that my wolf wanted him.
I hated that even as he brutally slamd his cock into , my body reacted with pleasure. Not pain.
Yes, it hurts. It hurts so much. But it was different. And I loved that he fucked like this.
Brutally. Without rcy. Without love.
Louis and I had long co to the conclusion that we could never love each other. I was never for him. The moon goddess had made a mistake by pairing us. But that didn’t change the fact that our genitals were perfect for each other, and that now, with his cock slamming into with an agonizing pace, it was the only ti I really loved sex.
"Fuck... fuck! Lou! You’re hurting !" I cried with tears streaming down my face, and maybe he loves torturing because as soon as I said that, his hold on my neck tightened.
His other hand gripping my hip dug into my flesh, and his pace, once fast beca faster.
He was going so fast... so deep that tiny stars began to dance in my line of sight. His cock, massive and thick, slamd continuously into my hilt, burying itself into the deepest parts of before he would pull out and repeat the agonizing process all over again.
And heck, I wanted to die. I wanted to pass out.
At so point, my consciousness failed and I slipped into an abyss. And I don’t know for how long I fainted for, but by the ti I finally ca to, I was horrified to discover that he was still fucking .
He had changed our positions such that I was lying flat on my stomach with my legs spread out. A pillow was placed under my abdon to support my hip. And his hands— both of them— held onto my waist as he continued to plunder into .
I was weak at this point. My throat was hoarse too. With tears in my eyes, I looked up at the wall clock and my heart plumted when I realized that we’d been going at it for over two hours now.
In desperation, I cried out; "Please stop! I can’t take it anymore!"
And that was true. My body was giving out.
Lou’s deep chuckle filled my ears before he grunted and slapped my butt so hard, I thrashed wildly beneath him.
He growled; "Fuck, I miss this!"
"Lou, my body can’t take it anymore!" I yelled.
"But my body can!" He seethed back, and with that, thrusted one more ti into .
But that thrust wasn’t one to give pleasure. It was one to hurt . To punish . I felt it all the way to my stomach and I shook violently when pain exploded in my cunt.
Tears filled my eyes but just as I made to scream, his hand clamped around my mouth and he began to go harder. Faster.
And goodness, this was borderline evil.
This was pure wickedness.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My body couldn’t hold on anymore. And so, I slipped into unconsciousness. Again.
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