Dirty Bad Savage(75)

He rooted around some cartons at his side, emptying the shit out until he found something to his liking. I daren’t look. “You’ll like this, Sophie, it’ll really fucking suit you.”

I screamed into the gag as he dumped a bottle of liquid on my head. Milk. It was milk. I forced back the vomit as milk dripped from my hair, sour and festering and fucking disgusting.

His laugh was bitter. “Run home to your nice world, leave us here where we belong, rich girl.”

Tears welled over as my eyes met his, but still I didn’t move. I didn’t run from him.

“Not enough for ya yet?” he seethed. “Oh, I get it. You want more. You want me to decorate your pretty little cunt.”

My stomach lurched.

“Let’s see what we’ve fucking got here.” He held up a scrappy box of cereal. “I’d have saved this for later as a kid, keeps longer, you see.” He scooped up something that looked like baked beans, all clumpy on his fingers. “This, though, I’d have had to eat this straight away.”

I shuffled away this time as he came for me, squealing as my knees crunched on something sharp. He pulled the panties from my mouth and I choked in relief but only for a second before his fingers were wrestling with my tongue, the putrid taste of stale food pounding my senses. I hacked up onto the tarmac, retching with everything I had. “Ain’t no dessert if you don’t eat your main,” he sneered. “Ain’t no place to be fucking picky.”

I sobbed onto the floor, sobbed for me but mainly for him, the reality of life on the streets hitting harder than any of his filthy demonstrations. “I’m sorry,” I wheezed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why be sorry?” he hissed. “Made me the man I am today, the man whose cock you want so much.”

“I love you,” I cried. “I made a mistake, that’s all.”

“You made a mistake coming here.”

“No.”

“Still want cock, do you? After all this?”

“I want you.”

“Such a trooper for cock, you are.” He slid his greasy fingers between my thighs, thumbing my clit as my tears fell. “This making you wet? Dirty bitch.”

I shook my head, but his grip was good, circling my pussy in perfect motions.

“Gonna tear you down.”

I nodded. “Do it.”

“Want my big fat cock? Want me to fuck you?”

“Please,” I cried. “Prove I’m yours.”

“You like playing with the savage, don’t ya? Like being fucking scared.”

I didn’t bother with words this time, just moaned in invitation.

“Let’s see how scared you get before you fucking break.”

He flipped me on my back in a heartbeat, amongst the dregs of sour milk and rotten food. I didn’t fight, just took it. Breathing heavy as he loosened his jeans. I reached up for him, roving my hands over his chest, his stomach, all the way down until I found his cock waiting for me. It was thicker than my wrist, pumped stiff, veins bulging. The beautiful purple glans glistened in the darkness. He lowered himself onto me, slamming me with one savage thrust.

“I hurt you,” I wheezed. “Hurt me back.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he groaned. “Wanna send you back where you fucking belong.”

“I belong where you are.”

“No you fucking don’t,” he growled. “Gonna break you.”

My pussy felt so good with him inside me. I moaned as he fucked me, bucking to reach his thrusts. My hair was slick with grease and sour milk, my face sticky with fuck knows what, and still I bucked for him.

“Yes...” I moaned. “Fucking take me...”

“Fight me,” he hissed. “Fight me and go home where you belong.”

“Never.”

“Fair enough,” he snarled. I wasn’t prepared for the hands around my throat. My eyes flew wild in shock as he cut off my breath, fingers scrabbling for his as he choked me. He leaned down, his mouth in my ear, his cock buried to the hilt and his weight all on one arm as he fucked me and stole my breath in unison. “Fight me. Fight off the savage and run away.”

I took my hands away from his, reaching up gently to stroke his face. I felt him flinch. My eyes were filled with nothing but love as he took my breath, my pussy still wet for him, still hot for him, still desperate for him.

Casey whined, confused. Jumping around us and growling softly. I would have soothed her if I could.

There was panic as my body began to fight, a flailing against the pressure as I tried to gulp in air. I could hear Casey more frantic, barking and growling and whining in circles all around us. The world began to fade, but it felt fucking good. I felt Callum’s lips on mine and managed a smile against his mouth.