Chapter 40: I Hate You, You Liar!

His lips claimed hers with all the frustration, confusion and anger he had spent hours trying to bury.

There was nothing gentle about it.

It was messy, desperate and almost punishing. Like he was trying to silence every question she had forced into his head.

Della’s eyes flew open, and she forgot how to breathe. He had once again succeeded in claiming not just her lips, but her breath.

Only the warmth of his mouth remained.

Only the impossible closeness.

Only the frantic rhythm of both their hearts.

The mate bond surged violently, but this...

This wasn’t just the bond anymore.

It was him.

It was everything he refused to admit.

His fingers tightened slightly against her cheek before, almost as abruptly as he’d kissed her, he pulled away.

Silence crashed between them, and Della stared at him, completely unable to process what had just happened.

"...Alpha?"

"Take off these clothes," He growled into her neck, and she gasped when his onslaught of desires attacked her there again.

The strength to push him away slipped off her hands, and her body naturally leaned more into touch, seeking more of him. She could hardly believe he was kissing her in a place like this, in a place he was supposed to look at her and hate her more.

Not... desire her

He kissed her so hard her lips began to hurt. Devoured every flesh in his path, and took more and more.

"Hmmm," She gripped his shoulders to stop herself from falling.

"Why...," He cracked out again angrily, his time a hand slipping into her shirt and squeezing one hard, taut nipple between his fingers, "Fuckkk why?!"

"Malachi!" She almost threw her back, moaning shamelessly, "Why are you doing this?!"

Her question was much different from his, "Fucking why, Moonfire?!" Hr growled again, biting her lower lip till he tasted blood as he squeezed the whole mound roughly in his large palm, "Why, why why?!"

He was so rough. And his hands alternated between both breasts, squeezing so hard that he drew pain from her pleasures every time. He pulled and pinched her till she was bruised, swollen and red. His touch was feral, crazed and filled with unease and anger...a kind of punishment she couldn’t decide if she loved or not.

A hand went down to her pants and he yanked the material down her body, forcing her to scream his name again but the sound turned into a dark, breathless moan when three fingers were shoved into her before she could get more than five words out.

"Mala—"

Tears stung the back of her eyes, and they spilled out immediately. He had filled her up with that alone, and the man didn’t care whether he gave pleasure or pain when he started to move in and out of her so recklessly, shoving the fingers back in till she was gasping for air then out again.

He rocked and fucked her tight walls, pulling dripping waters out with every shove.

The tears and pain stung so far, and she started to pound on his chest, "No—" but it turned into another cry of an insane mixture of pain and pleasure when he did it again, and again and again.

So hard and so fast it was impossible for her body to keep up.

"Try and push me away again!" He snapped, biting her ears hard, "I dare you Moonfire," He added breathlessly, "Just try it and see,"

He grabbed her legs, his fingers digging into her skin as he lifted her so that she was pressed between his torso and the wall. Then, he pulled up her shirt, exposing her creamy, abused breasts and nipples.

"I can’t think when you’re this close anymore," He muttered under his breath, before he took one breast into his mouth and ruined her even more.

She grabbed his head and cried again, his fingers still turning her into a mess down there. Her orgasm wrecked her about the third time, but he wasn’t stopping.

"Please...," She begged, unsure if she was now asking him to move away or give her more.

He held a swollen nipple between his teeth and looked up at her through his sexy, long eyelashes, almost as breathless as her. Holding her watery eyes, she watched as he bit down on her.

Her nerves got the most of it, and she started to bang on his back to let her go...

"Keep pushing me away," He snarled at her, "Just keep pushing me away when all this is your fault,"

"It’s not —"

He finally released the nipple, his tongue now licking the wound he had inflicted. As his eyes settled from her pained face to what he had done, more possession rushed into his looks and he did something even...crazier.

He switched the angle of his fingers a little, and Della felt the moment his nails began scraping against her insides as they continued to finger again.

She didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but the pain only made her nerves tight, her muscles clench harder and another orgasm hit her like a damn wave.

"Malachi!!" She pounded even harder, "That’s not— I don’t like...,"

"Yes, you do," A hand wrapped around her throat, silencing her completely, "You’re a dirty Rotblood that loves my hands and my mouth on you, or else you wouldn’t be coming every two minutes, Moonfire,"

He immediately dropped to both knees, keeping her weight on his hands and around his shoulders as his mouth attacked her soaking pussy that now squirted out some blood from her abused walls.

The taste drove him into a frenzy, and he stabbed both tongue and teeth into her, causing more of her to spasm and curl and clench.

When he pulled her clit into her mouth, he sucked so hard that she thought for a second, it was out of her body because the whole area went numb and her eyes welled with more tears, stars spinning in them.

"Liar...," He whispered against her slippery skin, more to convince himself than her, "You’re just a liar!"

She moaned again.

"What are you doing to me?" He locked around her folds, "I should throw you away, Moonfire,"

"Oh...oh...oh....ah please...," She was senseless.

She heard a creaking noise for a moment, and her heart leapt at the thought of someone coming over and seeing them in this position.

Malachi, the Alpha on his knees.

Her holding onto him with everything she had, pressed against the walls of his cell.

And his mouth performing the most sinful, uncouth actions to her down there.

"I should light you up on fire and watch you burn!" A fist slammed into the wall next to her as he kept eating her, every word vibrating down to her core, "You always make me question everything! You always mess with my head, my thoughts! Why, Moonfire?!"

She twisted her fingers in his lovely, curly hair that was now sweaty, "I don’t know!!!" She replied, just as another one washed over her.

Her legs wrapped around his neck completely, toes curling as she rode through the orgasm, hoping this feeling of being extremely high would finally calm down.

That the man would finally let her go, whatever spirit of painful pleasure and wicked dominance that had possessed him would go away.

His throat swallowed every drop of what she spilled out into his mouth, and he groaned at the taste of it.

"Why won’t you leave my head?"

He pulled up to his feet again, and she gasped again shwne she held his hard head rolling over and over against her red, sloppy entrance.

He tilted her head up, and pressed his forehead against her, his mouth only a breath away from her lips.

Sweat rolled down between their bodies, and his angry heat and eyes of loathing desire drove her again to the edge.

"You’re poisoning my mind," He said, "Whatever this is...I don’t understand. You’re supposed to be easy to hate, Moonfire,"

Didn’t he...hate her already?!

Before she could comprehend his words even more, he drove himself into her with a quickness and roughness that outdid every single thing he had done to her so far.

One that consumed her with his fire and cold at the same time.

There was so much power in his every thrust, so much wicked force like he didn’t care if she shattered right now, expecting her to adjust immediately. His roughness almost blinded her, and she was shuddering like the longest orgasm had caught her the whole time.

He spread her legs even more, grabbed the underside of her thighs and plunged deeper and deeper, pulling out every dangerous, hidden, wicked speed he could muster, to ruin her completely more than last night.

To confine her into his own dangerous world of unparalleled pain and pleasure.

To own her because he was just that evil, and because he could not resist putting his hands on her.

Because she had his mind and soul in the palm of her hand, and he hated that he didn’t want to hate her.

Her long orgasm finally paused for a moment, and something told her it was the slightest calm before the storm.

The next second, all the pleasure converged into a single point and she exploded into one soul-shattering orgasm.

"Malachi!!!" She screamed so loud the whole castle might have heard her then.

"So fucking tight!" His teeth sunk into her neck as he followed a breath away, spilling every drop of himself into her. He spasmed and shook, making sure she took everything without fail.

"I hate you, you liar,"

Della didn’t know why, but those last words had been...the most gentle he had ever uttered, and heartwarming. It cracked her heart open, and she just knew exactly what he meant by that.

’Tell me the truth, please,’ — that was probably what he meant.