Page 118 of Once Upon a Fable

Lies.

All lies.

Sex was just sex. Sex was power. Sex was pain.

Sex was a weapon.

The only weapon I know.

“It’s just chemistry. Nothing more.” I touched her again, tracing her slickness. “I’m not going to stop.”

She groaned into the vehicle’s carpet. “You’re destroying both of us.”

“Am I?” I used my thumb on her clit, rubbing in time to the thrusting of my fingers. “Is it really destruction when we both know you want me to shove my cock inside you and make you come all over me?”

Her whimper almost made me buckle. Almost made my walls shatter and throw me at the mercy of my mind. Almost made that softness, thathappiness,that she’d conjured shine light on all my nightmarish pieces.

“Tell me your name,” she whimpered. “Tell me, and maybe you can have me.”

“My name doesn’t matter.”

“It matters.” She moaned again as I continued to touch her, tease her.

My head pounded, the haziness returning like clouds in my valley. I felt wrong. I felt very wrong.

And she was the cure to all my wrongness.

I couldn’t wait.

I needed this.

Need her to fix me.

“We have a new agreement, remember?” Withdrawing my fingers, I clamped both hands on her inner thighs, spread her legs, then rose behind her. “I won’t try to kill you if you do what I command.”

She trembled. “Don’t you even dare—” she hissed, looking over her shoulder, her hair chaos and eyes brutal. “If you do this. If you take me while I can’t fight you back, I’ll-I’ll—”

“Scream?” I mounted her.

I thrust deep, deep inside her. I let go of all the cages and prisons I’d erected and for a single breath, allowed myself to be free.

Free to feel her, feel myself, feel us, feel the blissful, rightful, fateful link that was conjured from nowhere.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

Her scream was a mixture of hate and heat. A female in need, torn apart by lust, naked in front of her own basic desires.

She was wrong that she couldn’t fight me. That with her wrists tied and hips high, she had no way to wage war. She managed to fight me better than anyone as her ass soared back, forcing every last inch of me inside her.

She met my insanity with her own.

Her legs widened until her knees slipped to the sides, dragging me down with her. Flat on her belly, it gave her nowhere to go, no other way free but to buck against me, to scream and curse, to lose herself in the dementia we’d caused.

I fucked her.

She fucked me.