HIM: Chapter Three

Stella

“What the hell?” I spit, but alarms are going off in my head. The kind that warns you that when danger is around. “What are you doing? I’m in here. Wait outside.”

He doesn’t wait outside. Instead, he closes the door behind him. The click of the lock making my shoulders jump. 

I’m frozen. Our eyes locked, only one set full of life. I feel like I can barely breath because he’s taking up all the room, making me closer to him that my head says I should be in this moment.

I part my lips to protest hoping my body will follow suit so I can squeeze around him. But he just tilts his head, his voice so dangerously deep, it makes me shiver.

“You told me I should go fuck myself. So here I am.” 

I take a small step backward, then another as I search for my words. Words that aren’t coming.

My bottom hits the sink, surprising me and causing my purse to slip into the basin so I spin around, turning my back to him like an idiot. You never put your back to a predator. As I reach for it, his eyes lock me in place through the mirror.

I’m breathing too rapidly. I need to not look scared. But I am…as well as other things. Things that contradict the fear. Things that don’t belong here in this room with this stranger.

We stare at each other in the marked-up mirror, him locked on my cautious eyes and me at his gorgeous face. His nostrils flare almost unnoticeably, but like before he’s smelling my scent. And this time it’s fear.

I swallow, finally finding my voice. “If you’re looking for an apology then fine…sorry I was rude. But I’m not watching you jerk off.” 

He still hasn’t moved from my gaze.

“Go ahead. leave.”

I swallow before I move to the right but so does he. Fuck.

“I mean it. I’m not staying in this bathroom.”

He steps in closer to me. “I told you. Then fucking leave.”

But there’s nowhere to go. If I even turn around our bodies will brush. And the width of him is two of me.

“I can’t.”

He smirks into the mirror at me. “So you do want me to fuck myself? That apology was a lie.”

I say nothing because I’m glued to his blue eyes, suddenly noticing the specks of green, and the intention of pain behind them.  

“I’ll scream.”

The threat does nothing. His hand finds the bulge in his jeans, and he adjusts himself growling out, “Go ahead.”

Oh fuck. My breath kicks up as I listen, unable to break our connection.  

“I’m not consenting to shit, asshole.” 

He untucks his shirt with one hand, his eyes finally breaking from mine. Only to land on my nipples that have pushed forward in slim fabric of my shirt. 

“That’s good because I’m not asking.”

I swear I suddenly feel like I’m going to black out the moment he says those words. He’s taking what he wants from my body, without my permission and as fucked up as it is I can’t stop this feeling. The desire for him to do it.  

Another step closer and he pops the button of his jeans.

“Does daddy know his princess likes to get fucked by strangers in bathrooms?” he groans, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “I can smell how much you want it.” 

His body’s so close to mine that I can feel his heat emanating from him. It’s surrounding me. Suffocating my senses. I can barely swallow, let alone blink. His brute of a hand lifts to my face but I flinch. It doesn’t stop him though. He brings his middle finger to a strand of my hair that’s hanging down over my temple.

The feel of his finger on my skin sparks goosebumps over my neck and makes me suck in a gasp. But it still slides torturously slow past my ear, tucking my hair behind it.  

“You’re lovely when you’re frightened. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I shake my head and despite the fear, I’m also mesmerized, hypnotized by his lips parting as he leans down toward my ear. His cruel whisper taking my breath away.

“Wanna know a secret? I was never going to use my hand to make myself come. I’m using your pussy.”

My teeth bite into my lip so hard that it hurts as I drop my head, my eyes searching the sink. My mind’s spiraling and I can’t hold a thought long enough to process it. All I know is there’s no way out of this bathroom, or out of getting bent over this dirty sink until he fills me full.

“Be a good girl and lift your skirt,” he grits out between his teeth, making me wet.

This isn’t right rings out in my mind, screaming and clawing, trapped deep inside me because more potently is the need to do as he says. I knew the minute he walked inside this room I wasn’t leaving unscathed. And the darkest most hidden parts of me hoped it was true.

“You could fight back. I do like that. But then how would you explain the bruises to mommy? Although—”

He pauses, tilting his head, his eyes momentarily flaring. Fuck. My chest is heaving, my lips wet and parted because the way he’s holding my stare, driving into the depths of my black soul is enough to live on forever.

This stranger sees me.

I bring my shaky hands to the sides of my silk skirt bunching it, sliding my fingers over the fabric. Over and over as my breathing becomes pants.

He sees the filth inside me. Everything I hide to the world.

Because we’re alike. He wants to hurt, and I want to be damaged. Suddenly this feeling is intoxicating and heady. I close my eyes but his voice cuts through my reprieve.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

They instantly meet his in the mirror once more, and he grins like the hateful motherfucker he is, bringing his hand to my now bare ass.  

“No panties? Shame. I’d prefer more than your tears as a trophy.” 

His hand brushes past mine as it dips down to cup my pussy possessively, causing my hips to rock forward and press against his palm. I suck in a breath as hi other hand snakes over my top to my breast, viciously kneading before his palm drags up over my skin and he closes around my throat. I lift my chin feeling the air leave me little by little. Our eyes stay locked, even though my eyes water, and begin to sting as he tightens cutting off all my air.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you while you die.”

I half blink. Then he lets go, air rushing back into my lungs. His hand drops just as his mouth assaults my neck, sucking the tender flesh before he bites the crook hard enough to almost break skin. 

My threat from earlier bubbles but any scream that tried to escape is immediately muffled by his hand slapping over my mouth.

His other fingers slide between my pussy thrusting inside me quickly. He finger fucks me mercilessly, revving my body to do his bidding. My hands fall from my skirt to grip the sides of the sink. 

“I want you dripping wet,” he growls against my skin licking the wound he’s inflicted. 

 My eyes flutter back, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m drowning in. Unable to speak, scream or moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He hums, rimming my entrance before pushing two fingers inside. “My cock won’t want to leave.” 

His finger thrusts in and out, jerking my body in little bursts as he destroys me. My face is pushed sideways as his hand moves and his mouth crushes against mine.

He holds my chin in a firm grip while his tongue pushes in, violently while his palm presses against my clit. The feeling is fucking devastating.

I don’t want this, but I do.

“When you come the shame will always remind you of me. It’ll connect us. Forever.”

He’s sick. And still my arm reaches up behind me, weaving my fingers through the back of his hair as the need heightens, becoming more fevered.  

I’m sick.

He pulls his finger from my pussy and spins me around, bringing his mouth back down hard against my own, before unzipping his pants and grabbing me by the waist.  

He pulls up my skirt, not breaking our kiss as we stumble back against the wall with a thud. He bends, gripping my thighs hard, as he growls, “Wrap,” lifting me from the ground.  

My forearms lie on his shoulders as my legs wrap around him.

He holds me with one arm as he reaches around my legs and positions the head of his cock against my cunt.  

“Not a fucking sound. Or I’ll make you cry and beg me to be gentle. Understood?” 

My eyes stay trained on his as I nod before I’m quickly filled.

It takes all my willpower not to scream because his cock stretches every fucking inch of me brutally wide. It’s too intense to handle. But everything about his face says he doesn’t give a fuck.  

He pulls out just as quickly and thrust all the way in again, groaning as he bottoms out. This time a whimper escapes me, so I throw a hand over my mouth feeling tears crest over my knuckles.

“Fuck.” He exhales harshly. “Cry for me, princess. That’s it. Make me come.”

His cock glides out of me, uncaring, before he teases the head of his cock then hammers back inside.

“More,” he demands, biting my neck again and pulling my hair so hard that my eyes water. “Cry more. I want to hear it.”

But I refuse to give, holding my hand over my mouth as he fucks me over and over. I claw my own face, muffling every sound. Because where pain first existed now bleeds lust. Warmth crawls over my skin, and my hips beg to move to meet his punishing movements.

My back scrapes on the wall, making my skin raw in my flimsy top as he pounds into me. His large hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me in place as our bodies press, his warmth breath against my neck.  

He fucks me without mercy or consideration, holding me so tight I don’t know where I begin and he ends.  

He’s animalistic. Rutting into me, grunting and groaning. And I can’t stop myself from scratching at his back with my free hand. Hard. I want to mark him, maim his skin, feel him bleed under my nails.

“Do it.” He commands as if reading my thoughts. “Because I’m gonna ruin your fucking cunt.” 

He nips at my ear, thrusting inside my pussy with more and more power, as I try and meet his pace, rocking against him. Feral, scratching his neck, his face, anything I can touch as he bites and fucks me harder.

The hand over my mouth drops immediately gripping his hair, yanking his head back. He smiles pulling me away from the wall and slamming me back against it hard enough to knock the breath out of me.

But I don’t care. My eyes roll back feeling the build as I try and catch my breath.

“Come inside me,” I finally rasp. “Leave me dirty.” 

His fingers crawl up the base of my neck and pull at the strands of my hair from the root as his shoulders tense. The muscles bulging beneath his shirt. He pushes inside me faster and faster, each time harder than the first breathing curses into my neck.  

I feel my stomach tense in anticipation. It’s as if I can’t get enough—I want him closer, deeper, harder. I feel it over and over, more and more until my whole body explodes in white light. It blinds me as I grip the fabric on his back, pressing my mouth to his shoulder and scream into his skin coming harder than I ever have in my life. 

He releases a feral groan as his cum fills my body. Spurting inside me, leaving me with the shame he promised. Because before I can catch my breath, he drops my legs, forcing me to stand alone. I stumble, trying to hold the dirty wall while standing on shaky legs as he glares at me still drunk on desire. 

“Lift your skirt.” 

His voice is distant as if he’s in a trance. My eyes blink slowly as I peer up at him, doing as I’m told, exposing my fucked pussy. Because somehow he feels more dangerous now that he’s gotten what he wants.

“Open your legs.” 

I take a few steps outward, widening my stance, the cold supplied by his distance settling over me. 

“Wider.”  

He sounds mean like he hates to have to say it twice.

I step out again, my eyes never leaving his. He closes in on me, dipping his hand between my swollen lips and wiping the cum that’s leaked out.

His finger glides up through my soft hairs coated with cum, back over my sensitive clit before he brings his hand to my lips, gripping my jaw so harder I gasp before he holds me in place.

He smears himself over my lips speaking softly, “I like my cum on you.” But before I can say anything he dives down and kisses me again.