Second Choices

Darius POV final scene of Second Impressions

“You betrayed me,” I caressed her hair softly, watching her brown eyes, only to cup her delicate face harder. I was so mad at her.

“Why did you betray me?” I asked, grabbing her neck and keeping her in place. I needed to know. I needed to know the truth.

“It wasn’t about you,” she dared to say, yet this felt personal. After what she had done, after I gave her my trust.

“What you did is unforgivable,” I said harshly while I brought my face closer to hers. She was crying. Fake tears for sure. The look of an innocent little lamb, when I knew better what she was.

“I could have given you the world, Olivia. If only you asked,” I spoke and immediately regretted it.

I couldn’t fight how watching her like this made me pliant, and soft. I swallowed hard, choosing to switch my emotions to utter coldness in a swift second. She didn’t deserve any kindness.

“Da-a-rius,” she panicked. My hands straight to her neck.

I couldn’t process my emotions, and I wouldn’t hear her speak more. I choked her only to cut her words.

“Don’t be so sad. I’ll show you how to cry in pleasure,” I released her, watching how she sank to the floor on her knees.

The truth was…that I wanted her.

I wanted to fuck her and destroy her. I inspected her delicate frame, figuring out what to do first.

“Now. Bend over, hands on the bed,” I demanded feeling impatient.

Her eyes dashed from me to the bed. She was fighting her mind.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?” I asked for consent.

I was a savage animal. I wanted her to say yes. That ruthless part of me roared.

Say yes, Olivia.

“Depends. Are you going to whip me?” she asked in confusion.

I cleaned her cheek, breathing in. The thought of doing that just that crossed my mind making me laugh.

“Why? Do you want me to punish you?” I wondered out loud while kneeling behind her.

Is that what you want from me, Olivia? To release my wrath upon you? To make you pay for your betrayal until I am satisfied?

“No,” she muttered back, a void in her voice when she was so lively.

“But you know you deserved to be punished, right?” I asked, squeezing her ass hard.

She struggled with an answer, suppressing a moan that made me hard. Hard as a rock.

Fuck, Olivia.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave, Olivia?” I repeated myself impatient this time.

If I was going to do this, I needed to be clear. I needed to know if she wanted this too. Whatever this exchange was, if she said yes. I was going to take it.

“Yes. I want you,” she said, giving me her back, facing the bed.

It surprised me to see her like this, so docile. So open for me to hurt her, and I was a bastard. I was going to do just that. I pressed her body to mine and guided her forward placing her hands at the top of the bed.

“I want you to stay like this,” I muttered softly, turning her head. “Let me see your face like this one last time,” I said, caressing a tear from her red cheek. “So innocent.”

Unable to hold the hunger and desire I had for her I pulled her jeans down biting savagely on her buttcheeks.

Olivia Summer was mine. Mine.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned arching her back while I continued grabbing her, not tentatively, but possesilvely. Tonight I was going to take what once made me fall into her trap. I had to kill every bit of pureness Olivia had. That was the only way.

“I am starting to think you like it when I treat you like a whore. Are you ready to become my little slut?” I asked, biting her other butt cheek.

“No,” she said firmly, clearly fighting back.

I soon introduced one of my fingers inside her. “Then why are you so wet?”

“Fuck,” she muttered, shuttering her eyes, as soon as I added a second finger, curling them so good in her tight little pussy.

She was making me crazy.

“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” I said, unzipping my pants. “But I am going to give it to you anyway.”

Of course, I was going to give it to her. I was more at her mercy than she would ever imagine.

She stretched her back giving me more access like a good little girl soon to be my slut, because that is all that she was, a slut. A slut for the money, I needed to remember that.

She is a common slut, Darius. She doesn’t deserve any of your respect.

“Now let me fuck you right, like I promised,” I stated smacking my cock against my palm. She turned curiously at the slapping sound.

Her cheeks were so red that for a moment I felt guilty.

“Scared little pet?” I purred, with my dick so hard in my hand from watching her lips. She swallowed nervously as I continued.

“You should, because I don’t feel guilty anymore about what I’m going to do to you.” I lied.

“Four rounds as my slut, Olivia. Let’s see how you do with one,” I said, rolling a condom on my tip calculating exactly what I was about to do.

Kill whatever is left. Make any version of her that made me soft disappear.