|WARNING‼️ DESCRIPTION OF GORE IN PAST TENSE|

"Z-Zhayne I-I already came so m-much...get o-off...stoppp." I whined, pulling at his hair to get him away from me, but he wouldn't stop eating me out. He'd been going at it for well over an hour without a break. I've cum so many times but he won't quit.

My body was littered in an abnormal amount of bite marks and hickies all from Zhayne licking and sucking on my body. My chest was littered in purple and red spots as well as my stomach and thighs. My nipples were a brighter pink than usual, they were hard and sensitive from Zhayne biting and suckling on them.

I had just gotten out of the shower. I cleaned myself throughly, only for Zhayne ruin everything and pounce on me the moment I stepped out. He was already waiting outside of the bathroom door for me.

When I opened the door, he took my hand in his with a harsh grip and led me toward the bed. Zhayne truly, truly did not waste any time ripping my towel away from me before making himself comfortable laying down. He shoved me toward him until my lower half was placed directly on top of his face. And before I could say anything, I felt his tongue protrude from his mouth.

"Move your fucking hands, Angel. I'm not done." He grunted, glaring heatedly up at me. Then he proceeded to forcefully take my hands out of his hair, shoving them aside. "Don't try to run away from me." He said, keeping both of his large hands clasped tightly on my hips, pressing my fluttering hole firmly against his mouth.

I tossed my head back, feeling the all too familiar hot liquid pool in my swollen eyes again as he brought his head between my legs for what felt like was the millionth time today. My hole was so sensitive to Zhayne's touch that one caress of his tongue was enough to make me go over the edge. But the truth is, I'm exhausted. Zhayne has done all the work but I'm spent, I have no more energy.

I could feel my trembling knees getting ready to give out as Zhayne used his hands to move me back and forth on his mouth, his tongue stroking my hole skillfully...I'd been riding his face for so long now. My legs are shaking and I feel extremely weak from both pain and pleasure. Part of me was grateful the healing process was making this a little easier on me. However, the slight ache still made staying in this position a challenge.

At this point, I'm fully convinced that Zhayne doesn't only do this to make me feel good. Because he keeps going until I'm a sobbing mess. I know he likes to see me cry. I could take it the first 3 times I came but he wouldn't stop, even after I'd told him it became too much for me to handle. For some sick reason, it seems as if that motivated him to torture me even more.

And when I tried to run, he threatened to do it for longer than he intended before keeping me locked in place with his hands clenching on my waist to keep me from going anywhere. It was practically hell. I don't think I'll be able to take too much more.

As I drew nearer my hips started to move on their own accord and my moans got louder and louder. Zhayne must've sensed I was about to release because he began to move his tongue faster, even doing some weird tricks with it that I didn't even know was possible.

My insides throbbed with nothing but pure euphoria. With my back arched, I reached down and quickly gripped his hands in fear that I'd fall over soon. I'm losing control of my body. If Zhayne wasn't holding me down, I'd have been toppled over.

I bit my lip to keep myself from cursing as my stomach tightened. I stuttered out in the best coherent way possible that I'm almost there, warning him of my upcoming climax. I could feel yet another orgasm building up already. But I don't know how many times it would be. I lost count at 10, which was a while ago.

The warm, crimson and metallic liquid dripped from his hands onto my fingertips from how hard I was scratching them, but I pay it no mind and neither did he. He can take it anyways. "Zhayneee!" I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I dug my fingers into his skin even harder as I came undone.

I shook and cried, I can literally almost feel my conscious slipping away as I climaxed. I didn't even care about the fact that I had basically came on Zhayne's face as well as in his mouth so many times. This man had managed to snatch my soul straight out of my body, just by eating me out.

I couldn't even sit up straight anymore. When I was done, I let go of his hands and tried scooting away from his face, only to end up falling backwards. My body was still shaking beyond my control. I can barely see, hear, or even feel anything. My ears were ringing, my dick is absolutely done for, and my hole keeps clenching and unclenching. I'm trying so hard to get ahold of myself and keep still but I can't seem to function right.

As I lay here still shaking like some sort of freak, I wonder: if he was able to eat me out for that long without pausing, and could probably go for longer. I can only imagine how he is in bed...He hasn't even fucked me yet.

Even though I hope he doesn't plan to, I already know that the exact opposite of what I want will happen. So that is expected. But I'm afraid of what he may do to me if he were to. The thought of having sex with him doesn't turn me on. It not only repulses me, but It frightens me.

And knowing I don't have a choice in the matter doesn't make this any better. It only makes me dread the day that will come even more. Crap. I had to take a deep breath to prevent myself from crying yet again. I'd been doing it for the past hour, I don't have it in me to keep it up.

As I'm still pulling myself together, I felt Zhayne's legs shift from under me when he moved. He sat up straight, looking a little bit too relaxed. For someone that just had his face stuffed between my ass cheeks for the past hour and a half he sure seems normal.

I lifted my head with the tiny bit of strength my weak body had left, to watch him as he wiped my semen dripping from the corner of his lips and putting what was left in his mouth without shame. I cringed. How could someone bring themselves to do something like that?

"How long do you plan on laying there for?" He asks me after a couple minutes of silence. I didn't meet his eyes. I stared at the plain white ceiling above me, finding that more interesting than Zhayne's face at the moment. Though he was without a doubt a beautiful man, I can't bring myself to admire him.

"U-until I-I can move."

Ever since my injuries had gotten a little better, Zhayne had been all over me. By now, the stitches have dissolved and the wounds on my other leg have healed as well. But the pain was still there, and the way I walk has changed a bit. Now I have a slight limp every time I take a step.

Other than that, the only injury that still needs more time to heal is my hand. Since Zhayne had literally plunged the knife through the skin and bone and practically formed a hole in it, the process will be much longer unfortunately. That won't take just a little while to fix up.

I kind of wished I was still bedridden, honestly. Zhayne still bothered me then, but not as much. He did feed me and check on me every day as I've said before. He left me alone after that, though I knew he was watching from afar. It wasn't fun being locked in that room alone with not a thing to do. I was left with nothing but my thoughts. I worried about my mother, Nas, and how things will go from here.

But I preferred that over this.

Zhayne demanded me to be by his side at all times now that my condition has progressed immensely. In fact, as soon as the doctor had confirmed that it was okay for me to walk around a little more, he wasted no time making himself comfortable around me. It had gotten so bad to the point where I had to eventually resist the strong, overwhelming urge to break down sobbing every time I see his face. I wanted him to leave me alone, but he refuses.

A couple of days ago at dinner, I had accidentally slipped up and asked Zhayne if I could have some personal space for a bit. I didn't mean to say it. But the words left my mouth before I could refrain from speaking. I regretted it so much. I was scared he was going to hurt me again, but much to my surprise. He didn't.

He only peaked up at me for a split second as he cut into his steak and raised the fork to his lips. I remembered the blood dripping off of the silverware and onto the plate as he calmly put the piece of meat in his mouth. When he was done chewing, he went to cut the steak again like he was going to ignore what I said, before pausing for a brief moment.

He lifted his eyes to meet mine, right as they darkened. Like they did when he was ready to kill. He ran his sinful tongue across his top row of pearly white teeth, and pointed the knife at me. I distinctly recall freezing in place, watching the tip of the sharp blade like a hawk. But I managed to keep myself composed.

Zhayne had given me a slight smile, pleased with my frightened state before he replied in a soft, and deathly calm voice: Personal space doesn't exist in this relationship. The only case that you will ever have personal fucking space from me, is if I kill you.

I couldn't bring myself to speak for the rest of dinner. It was like my words had been snatched away by his chilling, sickening ones. Zhayne never fails to catch me off guard by saying evil things like that. If it were anyone else, I'd probably take it lightly. But Zhayne's already made it very clear through his merciless actions that he keeps his word.

He won't ever let me leave him.

The only way I will, is if he kills me...

My thoughts were interrupted as I suddenly see Zhayne approaching the bed from the corner of my eye...When did he even leave? He settles down at the head of the bed, still stark naked with his hands crossed behind his head. I was going to ask him when he'd gotten up but I quickly decided against it.

I had forgotten that Zhayne has this weird ability to completely conceal his presence and silence his movements. It's beyond scary. But then again, I guess you can't be a trained assassin, or son of a leader of one of the largest and most successful and dangerous underground drug cartels in this world without having that skill, right? Living this kind of lifestyle would put you in a position to make that sort of thing necessary...

And that thought made me think even deeper. Why is Zhayne living like this anyways? It makes me wonder what's caused him to be this way. No answer he gives me would ever make me feel different about him. My mind is made. Zhayne is evil and he is a monster. That's all he is. And that's what he will always be in my mind.

But I'm still curious. How could someone be so evil? So cruel? And not only that, but do all of these horrible things yet not have any remorse for their actions? What made him into the awful excuse of a human being he is today?

"Zhayne." I called out to him. He hummed in response, grabbing one of my feet in his hands and massaging it. He was good. I resisted moaning in satisfaction at the way his fingers kneaded the sore muscle like it was his profession. This man is good at everything he does besides being a decent person.

"Why do you kill people? Why are you so..." I trailed off for just a second. I hesitated, not wanting to say the word. I went back and forth arguing in my head for a while, trying to figure out whether I should say it or not. Zhayne is unpredictable. And his bad reactions are often triggered by my words. So I must be careful with my tone, and what I let slip from my mouth. "Evil?" I finished.

He stopped massaging my foot. For a moment I felt my heart stop at the sudden action. Is he upset? Maybe I said the wrong thing? I could feel the tears already welling up as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts so I could hurry up and think of some sort of apology before it's too late.

Right as I was about to splutter out an excessive amount of 'im so sorry's' or 'please don't hurt me' Zhayne grabbed me by my arm, making me sit upright in his lap facing him. I quickly blinked away the salty liquid threatening to fall the moment I locked eyes with him.

They hadn't changed color.

They're their usual, bright ocean blue color. My heartbeat slowed realizing that he was still calm. While the expression on his face was blank and unreadable like always, I could tell he's not angry with me. The color of eyes let me know if I've pushed him too far.

Zhayne sighs, making me lay my head on his slightly damp chest. He smelt like some sort of soap, which means he must've taken a quick shower while I was too busy being lost in my thoughts. Understandable. I did spend over an hour riding and cumming on his face.

"Why are you asking so suddenly?" He replies with another question, beginning to run his fingers through my hair. I stiffened, not liking his touch but I kept still. I knew there would be harsh consequences if I even attempted to put space between us.

I listened to his steady heartbeat as I carefully chose my next words. "I...You ask that as if you're surprised that I'm left wondering. W-who wouldn't? You...you put me and others through so much hell. I mean..come on Zhayne...taking me against my own will, hurting me on multiple occasions, threatening to kill my mother if I hadn't..."

I didn't finish that sentence and decided to say something else. I could already feel myself choking up. "Putting people's lives in danger, and you murder innocent people as well, you sell drugs. You have no empathy or compassion for anyone, and you don't regret the awful things you do...you just don't care..." I paused. "Why?"

Zhayne's movements never faltered, but he didn't respond right away. His chin rested comfortably on the top of my head as he continued stroking my hair tenderly. It didn't make me feel comfortable. It scared me. If he's silent for too long that could only mean one thing. "I don't see anything wrong with what you've said, Angel. All the things I do that you consider evil, I do it because I want to. I enjoy it. It's my job. I'm fulfilling my purpose as the future leader of my father's organization. I do what is necessary for me to take my rightful place as king."

He went on. "I don't need you telling me shit. I'm well aware that you're not fond of what I do for a living, Angel. But you should also know I don't give two flying fucks. I don't care how you feel about it, nor will I ever. That goes for you and everybody the fuck else." He says, stopping for a moment. "My father did not raise me to have fucking compassion or empathy for people. I was born and trained to be a murderer. A leader. A fucking drug dealer. That's what my purpose is and I'm okay with that."

The tone in his voice while he was giving his chilling answer, remained leveled. And that alone managed to disturb the tranquility. "So no, I don't regret my actions. And I won't. I'm not some soft ass man that does shit and wants to take it back. Fuck that. If I want to do something, good or bad I'm going to do it. That's how I have been and that's how I'll always be. Just because I met you doesn't mean things will work differently. There will be no change. So I'm telling you right the fuck now, you better not hope for one cause you won't get it. Wishful thinking with me will get you nowhere, Angel. This isn't some dreamworld, it's reality. You're stuck with me for the rest of your miserable life and you're never, ever leaving me. I don't care how much you want to be away from me or how much you hate me."

He lifted my head from his chest and made me look up at him. Zhayne shook his head as he saw my eyes glazed over with tears. He reaches up and wipes them away with a look of distaste on his face. "Stop that crying shit Angel. You know how crazy you make me. Don't act as if you don't know this." With his fingers holding my chin, he keeps his eyes locked solely on me as he continues talking.

"Just in case you're wondering, Angel. Yes, I know that you can't stand the sight of me even though you've never told me vocally, which you know better..." he gazed at me with a 'try me if you want to' kind of look. "One thing you're not good at is hiding your emotions. Your facial expressions always give you and your thoughts away. If you want to attempt to make things harder for me, I suggest you work on that."

I didn't say anything. The only thing I could focus on doing was making sure I don't break down again. If I do, he'll get mad. Then..then he'll make me hurt Nas again. "I know you hate me, baby. But that doesn't make me feel upset like it would anyone else. It excites me instead. While I want to make you loathe me, to see you at your breaking point. I also want you to see nothing but me, feel nothing but me, touch, smell, hear, think of...I need your everything." My stomach twisted up in knots at his disgusting words.

"I will push you to your limit until you realize that I'm the only man for you. And I won't have it any other way. Angel. I will fucking kill you if you think otherwise. Every single inch of you, from your body to the deepest and darkest depths of your soul belongs to me. And I don't plan on ever letting you go. You're mine." He ended it by grabbing my uninjured hand, raising it to his cheek. Cold chills ran up and down my spine seeing his bright blue eyes light up with an unsettling and sinister glint, as his intense stare broke me down mentally.

Zhayne turned his head, pressing a small kiss to the palm of my hand before placing it back on his cheek. "Tell me you'll never leave me." A ghost of a smile stretched across his soft and thick pink lips.

It took everything in me not to cower back in terror at the change in his expression. How could someone manage to look so calm yet so evil and ruthless at the same time? The man in front of me, truly has to be the worst and most terrifying and disgusting...thing I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"I-I." I stuttered, not looking away from him. Come on Angel pull it together. Now's not the time to be hesitating! I swallowed looking back into his eyes with unease, not really sure if I should utter these next words. I don't know what I'll be getting myself into. But if I don't, then...

"I-I'll never leave...you."

It hurt so bad to say it. I can't explain the amount of dread it brought upon me. Never would I have thought I'd be uttering these words to someone. And by force, at that. My life has really come to this. I'm starting to believe there's no room for hope.

I tried so hard to have faith that I'd get away from him one day. I did. I even prayed. I was absolutely hysterical on many occasions. There was even a case where it had gotten so bad to the point where I went down on my knees and prayed. I prayed.

I felt selfish for only doing it because of the fact that things went badly for me, but I couldn't help it. I was out of options. I tried avoiding him in the beginning, didn't work. I tried running away, of course that definitely didn't work as well. It would be foolish of me to try again. Especially since others will pay for my faults.

If that wasn't the case though, I would have been reckless with my decisions. I wouldn't care. I'd consider provoking Zhayne until he kills me. Or I'd figure out some sort of way to kill him, and not care for the consequences.