Redemption (Midas x Reader)

• XXIV •

"I don't want to hear my name again unless you're screaming it," I said as I leaned forward and bit him hard on the side of the neck.

He growled loudly as his body contracted in a spasm at the sudden pain, his hand squeezing my breast so hard it hurt. His other hand flew up and clasped my wrist above him, in order to manually loosen my grip on his hair by digging his fingers into my tendon.

I yelped as he did so, a sharp nerve pain shooting down my middle finger, and once he had wrenched me loose he sat up straight and pressed me back into the steering wheel, pinning my wrist to the door beside us. His other hand was still on my breast and he roughly massaged it as he spoke.

"I see you still haven't learned how to control those impulses of yours," he said, teeth gritted together, so that he hissed a little as he spoke through them. His hair was messy and partially draped across his forehead from where I'd grabbed it.

He looked me up and down salaciously, before releasing me so that he could slide my straps off my shoulders. He then dragged both hands, one still gloved, across my chest, the golden one making me shiver as the tingling intensified. Once he reached the neckline of my dress he harshly pulled it down to expose both breasts.

He had moved his face so close to me that his lips brushed against mine as he spoke, his breath coming fast, and hot against my skin. I looked directly into his golden eye, and no longer recognized the person staring back at me.

"You want me to claim you? Hmm? You want me to mark you?" he asked, as he slid his hand between my legs, causing me to gasp as two of his cold fingers brushed against my clit.

"FINE. But first I'm going to FUCK you, love."

He abruptly grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked it upwards, so that it was left bunched around my waist, before lifting me by my hips just enough that I could swing one leg over and straddle him.

I moaned as I felt my naked warmth pressed directly into his bulge, my slit lined up with his shaft, and I smeared my wetness all over the outside of his pants as I began to rub back and forth along it.

He crashed his lips into mine as he lifted his hips to grind into me, his canines sharp as we roughly pressed our mouths together. I was grasping handfuls of his shirt, wanting it off of him, but not having the clarity to work the buttons. He grunted as I finally just ripped it open, digging my nails into his chest.

I was ravenous for him. I wanted to tear him to pieces, to hurt him. I wondered if this were what he felt when he was close to losing control, when his primitive urges overcame his willpower. Because right now I was acting on pure instinct, regardless of the consequences.

He tensed, pulling away from the kiss and growling through his bared teeth, as I clawed down his chest to his groin, and frantically started undoing his belt, fumbling at it in my excitement.

"Careful how rough you get with me, you might not like what comes of it," he said, voice low and husky, as he slapped my hands out of the way to unbuckle his belt himself, sick of waiting for me.

I had to duck to keep from hitting my head on the roof of the car as he lifted me upwards with his hips so he could slide his pants down underneath. I settled back down and slid along the edge of the warm bare skin of his cock, the fabric of his clothing no longer a barrier between us.

He was enjoying the sensation as much as me, his eyes almost rolling back in his head as they closed, a low moan leaving his parted lips. I took advantage of his ecstasy, his brief submission as his head fell back, and used the opportunity to play with him.