Chapter 66 Vacation of horror III
Heaven sobbed, broken but defiant, her voice a whisper. “It… wasn’t… me.”
His madness only burned hotter, the night far from over.
Maverick’s eyes narrowed at her whispered denial,it ignited something more vicious inside him.
“Still lying!!!,” he growled. “Even after that? Is he that important to you that you would hold back his name for this long? Fine. We’ll see how long you hold out when I’m buried in you, tearing you apart from the inside.”
He hauled her up by her hair, her knees scraping the floor as she stumbled to her feet, her knees bloody, body limp and shaking in his grip.
Heaven’s nighty clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the thin fabric a flimsy barrier against the night air and his rage. With a savage yank, he ripped it down the front, the tear echoing with her whimpers.
The material shredded easily under his fingers, exposing her breasts to the cool breeze, her nipples pebbling instantly from the exposure and the unwanted thrill shooting through her.
She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he batted her hands away, spinning her around to face the balcony rail. The ocean crashed below, aligning with their chaos, a reminder of how messed up everything felt. “Maverick… stop… this isn’t you…”
“Oh, it is,” he growled, bending her over the rail, her upper body dangling precariously over the edge, the wind whipping her hair. Her ass pressed back against him instinctively, and he laughed darkly, slapping it hard the crack resounding like thunder. “This is what you made me. A monster who can’t fuck his own wife because all I see is you. All I want is you. Even after you whored yourself out.”
Heaven’s hands gripped the rail for her dear life, tears blurring the dark waves far below. Fear and arousal warred in her chest, her core throbbing with empty ache despite the terror. “I didn’t… please, believe me… I’d never let anyone…”
“Save it,” he snapped, shoving her thighs apart with his knee. His cock, still hard and slick from her mouth, nudged against her entrance, teasing the slick folds that betrayed her.
“You let him in here, didn’t you? Let him stretch this tight little cunt while you moaned like it was the best fuck of your life.” He thrust a finger inside her roughly, curling it to hit that spot that made her arch despite herself. “But I’ll make you forget. I’ll fuck him out of you until all you feel is me bruising you, owning you, breaking you.”
She whimpered, shaking her head, her body clenching around his finger. “No… Maverick… it wasn’t me… in that video”
He added a second finger, scissoring them viciously, stretching her with no mercy. “Your face was real. Your moans were real. The way you came for him,that was fucking real.” He withdrew abruptly, leaving her gasping, only to align his cock and slam into her pussy in one brutal stroke.
Heaven screamed, the intrusion splitting her open, pain and pleasure exploding like fireworks behind her eyes.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands digging into her hips, nails pinching into flesh as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust clashing her against the rail. The balcony shook faintly with the force, her breasts swaying over the void. “Tight like you haven’t been ruined yet. But you have, haven’t you? By him. Say his name, Heaven. Scream it while I fuck the memory loose.”
Tears streamed down her face, dropping to the ocean below, her sobs punctuated by moans she couldn’t suppress. “N-no… no one… only you… ah!” He angled deeper, hitting her womb with every snap of his hips, the pain blooming into something dark and addictive.
“Liar,” he hissed, one hand snaking around to rub her clit in harsh circles, forcing her body to betray her further.
“Your pussy is gripping me like it knows the truth. You loved spreading for him, coming undone. But now? Now you’re mine to break.” He leaned over her, his chest slick against her back, lips at her ear.
“I’ll fill you up, Heaven. Breed you if I have to. Make sure no one else can ever claim what’s dripping with my cum.”
Her mind reeled, his words sinking deeper than his cock, she began doubting herself. What if the video was real? What if she had forgotten?
The menace in his voice, the way he claimed her even in hatred, twisted her insides. “Maverick… it hurts… your words… they hurt more…”
“Good,” he snarled, speeding up, his thrusts erratic now, control fraying.
“Hurt like I hurt. Every time I close my eyes, I see you under him. I’ll make you feel that betrayal in every ache, every bruise.”
He pulled out suddenly, only to press the head of his cock against her tighter hole, the one untouched. “And if this doesn’t break you… this will.”
Heaven’s eyes widened in panic, her body tensing. “No… Maverick, not there… please, I’ve never….”
“Exactly,” he whispered darkly, pushing forward inch by inch, the burn excruciating as he breached her ass without lube, without mercy.
She cried out, a raw, broken sound, her nails scraping the rail as pain tore through her. “You don’t want me here or you are saving it for him too? Tell me, Heaven. Confess while I claim what’s left.”
She shook her head wildly, sobs wracking her body as he sank deeper, the fullness overwhelming, invasive. “I… can’t… it wasn’t me… oh God, it hurts…”
He groaned and shuddered as his cock dipped into her fully, his hand returned to her clit to mix agony with forced pleasure. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it? Feel me breaking you open. Peeling away the lies.”
He started moving, slow at first, then building to a brutal pace, each thrust a declaration of ownership. “You’re mine, Heaven. Every hole. Every tear. Every fucking breath. Say it or I’ll go harder until you shatter.”
Her world dissolved into the sensation: the burn in her ass, the fire on her clit, the void below, his words echoing in her skull like a mantra.
Pleasure coiled despite the pain, her body surrendering even as her mind fought. “Y-yours… only yours… no one else…”
“Prove it,” he demanded, slamming into her, his free hand wrapping around her throat from behind, squeezing lightly. “Cum for me. Cum while I ruin you.”
She broke then, her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, clenching around him in waves that milked his release.
He followed with a feral growl, spilling deep inside her ass, marking her in the most degrading way.
As they both collapsed against the rail, panting, he pulled out slowly, turning her to face him.
His eyes were still shadowed, obsession undimmed. “Now… the name,” he whispered, thumb tracing her bruised lips. “Or we start over. I can do this all night.”
Heaven sobbed against his chest, shattered but clinging. “It… wasn’t… me.”
And in the depths of his madness, he pulled her closer, the cycle eternal.
Eva spent the whole night outside Heaven’s suite the entire time. Her hand clamped over her mouth. Her tears falling silently.Her body shaking. She cried until her chest hurt.
She heard every word,every threat, every accusation Maverick flung at Heaven yet he still wanted her.
Her expression twisted into something dark, wounded… and vengeful.
By the time she turned away from Heaven’s door,
Eva’s eyes weren’t full of sadness anymore.