♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,052
The room is suffocating. Not just from the dim lighting, not just from the silence that presses heavy against your skin—but from him.
He’s everywhere. In the scent of blood and sweat and something darker, something more primal, curling in the air like a noose around your throat. In the crushing weight of his presence, the sheer mass of him pinning you in place like a bug beneath his palm.
You don’t get the chance to speak before he does.
“You really thought I’d let you get away with it, huh?”
His voice is a slow, deliberate drawl—like a blade dragged over flesh, savoring every inch of the cut. There’s amusement there, mockery, dripping sickly sweet. It’d almost be charming if it weren’t so terrifying.
The smile stretching across his lips isn’t the one you remember from childhood. That smile is dead and gone. This one is sharp, baring teeth, something feral lurking just beneath the surface.
You flinch, and his grip tightens. Fingers thick and calloused wrap around your wrists, pressing hard—enough that you can already feel the bruises blooming under his touch. He doesn’t even have to try to trap you, doesn’t even have to exert effort to keep you in place.
Too small. Too fucking fragile.
He towers over you, all carved muscle and coiled tension, overwhelming in a way that makes your stomach churn. Makes something cold slither down your spine and settle like lead in your gut. He’s a wall of heat, of power, of unyielding possession.
“You spent all that time giggling with him like a little slut,” he murmurs, eyes dark and unreadable. “Thought that was cute? Thought you were safe?”
You shake your head quickly, words choking in your throat.
He laughs. It’s a cruel, mean thing. A low vibration that you feel against your ribs when he leans in, lips barely ghosting over your cheek. “Don’t lie to me now. You’re so much dumber than you think you are.”
The sudden snap of your jaw being forced up makes you gasp, fingers twitching in his grip. His touch is bruising, his palm engulfing the side of your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. Familiar, yet wholly unrecognizable.
That warmth—if it ever existed—is gone.
“You can’t be this fucking stupid,” he muses, tilting his head like he’s genuinely pondering it. “Nah. You just like making me angry.”
Your stomach lurches. “I—I don’t—”
“Don’t?” His interruption is immediate, sharp. His fingers flex against your skin, tightening until the pressure skirts the edge of pain. “Say it again. Try.”
You don’t.
Something flickers across his face. Pleased. Darkly satisfied.
“That’s what I thought.”
And then he moves.
The shift is instantaneous—one moment, you’re pressed against the wall, the next, you’re hauled onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing. The sheer force of it knocks the air from your lungs, makes your head spin, and you let out a sharp yelp, instinctively writhing.
A mistake.
The crack of his palm against your ass makes you jolt, a broken sound catching in your throat.
“That’s the only time I wanna hear your voice tonight.”
His words are low, a warning curled in steel, carrying you with ease toward the bed. You squirm again, uselessly, and the firm press of his hand against your lower back pins you down—just long enough for him to throw you onto the mattress.
The sheets are cold beneath your back, but he’s already there, heat swallowing you whole as he looms above, shoving your legs apart with zero patience.
Fabric rips—not delicately, not with care. There’s no prelude, no softness. Just raw, unchecked possession, the thrill of ownership flickering in his gaze like fire as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him.
“Look at you,” he sneers, dragging a hand down your stomach, watching the way you flinch. “Fucking pathetic.”
Your breath stutters, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts.
“Bet he’s never even touched you.” He spits the words, disgust curling his lip. “Bet he wouldn’t even know what to do with you.”
The venom in his voice is palpable, hot and angry, and it frays something in him—snaps whatever thread of restraint he might’ve had left.
His breath is hot against your skin, his teeth scraping against your throat before sinking in—biting down, hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to leave a mark.
And then he’s pushing inside.
No preparation. No warning.
Just one brutal, overwhelming thrust.
The stretch is unbearable, a sharp, tearing sensation that has your mouth parting in a soundless gasp, fingers scrambling against his shoulders. Too big. Too much.
He groans at the way you clamp down, at the way your body resists, at the sheer tightness of you struggling to take him.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, voice ruined, thick with something dark and greedy. “Take it. Take all of it.”
Your vision blurs, body trembling from the force of him. He’s stretching you open, splitting you around his size, and he loves it.
A choked sob escapes you, and his grip on your hips tightens in response, keeping you in place as he pulls back—just enough to slam into you again, harder, deeper, punching the air from your lungs.
“Feels better than his touch ever could, doesn’t it?” he pants, watching your face contort. “Bet he couldn’t fuck you like this. Bet he couldn’t ruin you.”
His words keep coming, filthy, venomous, spat between the bruising kisses he presses against your lips, your throat, your collarbone.
“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. Say it.”
You shake your head, teeth sinking into your lip to keep the words from spilling out.
A mistake.
He growls—low, dangerous—and his pace turns vicious, hips snapping forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm that forces broken little cries from your throat. Your body betrays you, back arching, walls clenching helplessly around him, and he groans at the feeling, burying himself deeper.
“Say it,” he demands again, fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing—not enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you.
You barely manage to get the words out, voice trembling, eyes burning with unshed tears.
“Yours.”
Satisfaction flickers across his face, something dark, something triumphant.
“That’s right, baby.” His forehead presses against yours, breath heavy, a growl curling in his throat.
“You’re fucking mine.”
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Love and Deepspace: Caleb
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