The Worst Drug

•Put A Bullet In Your Throat•

    "You're a dirty little slut, huh?" He asks me. I press my lips together. He fort her them apart by gripping my jaw hard. I wince loudly, shaking my head back and forth. "Tell me. I want to hear you tell me what you are."
    "N-No," I spit at him. He grips the knife harder, taking it away from my neck. When he takes a step back and looks at me I think it's over, maybe he's taking my denial too seriously. He just grabs the gun against and puts it back to my mouth. I moan around the weapon, my pussy aching for attention.
    Using the knife he brings it to the top of my shirt and draws it down the thin materials. It rips in the front, exposing my blue bra that's a similar shade of blue to my tank top. The bra and matching panties under my shorts have a floral lace material over the padding, the skin under the top of my breasts shown under the see-through blue lace.
    "Fuck, I've missed your beautiful tits." Staring at them, he bends down and kisses my neck. I freeze against the wall as he drags the knife down my neck and arm. It leaves a trail of fire in its wake. A whimper leaves my lips, my eyes opening. He pecks gentle, feather like kisses down the center of my chest until getting to the of  my breasts. "They've gotten so much bigger."
    I move my legs, trying to knock him in some way. At this point I'm only refusing to play his game. I would be lying if I said the thought of him taking advantage and forcing himself on me as I try not giving in didn't turn me on. He groans, biting my skin hard. "OUCH!" I try calling out but it doesn't make any sense due to being gagged.
    "Stop trying to get away," he tells me. The knife brushes between my thighs. I try parting them but he shakes his head. "Don't move unless I say so." My throat tightens, making it difficult me to swallow. "You missed me, huh?" I nod, whining as I move my hips against his. Sin can only satisfy me so much. It's not until I'm reminded of Idris's skill that he makes Sin look like an amateur.
   "If I take the gun out will you do what I said?" He asks. I nod, my brows pulled together as I try begging him. He pulls the gun out of my mouth and pushes me down to my knees. They meet the floor with hard impact. "Now do what I said."
    "Just let me-" He slaps the knife against my cheek, making me shut up.
    "Just be a good girl. Tell me what you've been, that's all I want to hear," he says. His voice is so deep. It's vibrations go straight down to my core. Taking my lip between my teeth my eyes tale in his features. Everything about him becomes more attractive when he's heated.
   "I've been a b-bad little slut," I tell him, giving into his request. He smiles, putting the knife to my lips.
   "Open your mouth, baby." Pushing away my nerves I do as told. My head hurts from him pulling on my hair so hard. Parting my mouth he slips the knife into my mouth and presses it against my tongue. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you whether you like it or not." Yes, yes, yes! "But first I want you to suck my cock." Nodding, I take loud, open mouth breaths. Slowing withdrawing the knife he runs the tip down my chin.
     Putting the knife on the counter he starts undoing his belt with his free hand. The leather belt around his waist his belt falls open. My mouth dries, watching his fingers move around the front of his jeans to unbutton and zip them. Just through his briefs I can tell how hard he is.
     "Touch me," he says. I love the way he instructs me, controlling my every move for me to submit to. I lean forward and press my lips against his bulge. His hand gently strokes my hair, starting from the top and working his fingers through the bottom. My cheek rubs against him, looking up at him with batted lashes. "Tell daddy want you want, baby."
    "I want you," I whimper. My shaky hand reaches up to grip him through his boxers. He sucks in a sharp breath, tossing his head back. His hard abs flex with pleasure. "I want your cock in my mouth, daddy." Groaning, he pulls down his boxers and shoved himself in my mouth. My hand wraps around the base of his hard erection.
    "Fuck," he sighs. My tongue swirls around him, moving my head up and down his long shaft. I only take so much before I start gagging. "That feels so good," he tell me. Smiling around him, I pride myself on my skill. Sin definitely isn't as big in length or width compared to Idris, making it harder for me to move my mouth around him. My hand jerks whatever I can't fit.
    Taking my mouth off I take a deep breath, blinking tears away. He takes this as an opportunity to step back and grab the gun. My body tenses when he aims it at my head.
    "Suck." I don't hesitate before putting him back in my mouth. He holds the back of my neck, pushing me further down his cock. I gag loudly around him, tears running down my cheeks. His hips thrust forward, the head of him hitting the back of my throat. "That's it. Suck my fucking cock, baby. Just a little more...there you go, good girl." He twitches in my mouth before he releases. I follow out my cheeks to suck harder, almost pulling up all the way before taking him deep again.
      "Is that it now?" I ask, licking my lips. He looks like he wants to laugh. Keeping the gun aimed at me he yanks me up by my arm, his fingers digging into my skin. Looking up at him I feel my legs get shakier.
    "Go to room." Looking towards the door I shake my head. Maybe I shouldn't be refusing the man with a gun to my head. The cold metal presses against my cheek, making me flinch. "Get your ass in the room." Leaning up on my tiptoes my lips tease his, the stubble around his mouth brushing against my lips.
    "No." He takes me by surprise, shoving me hard backwards by my shoulder. The closer he walks in the more I try backing up which just leads me into the place I just said I didn't want to be with him. Grabbing my throat, he leans down, teasing my lips like I just did to him. He keeps himself nailed in place as I try shoving him back from me but his fingers tighten around my throat. Coughing, I reach up and wrap his wrist. He flinches the hand that's holding the gun, tapping his finger against the trigger to make me jump. "I thought you said you weren't scared."
    "I'm not...I'm slightly frightened." He chuckles, loosening his grip so I have more air. My body relaxes against him. Pecking the corner of my mouth he brings the gun down my stomach. The contact frightens me knowing I have a baby inside there. My hands fly to wrap protectively around myself but he bucks his hips forward, sending me falling back onto the bed. Glaring at him, he watches me as I bring myself into my elbows. He works his clothes off the rest of the way, holding the leather belt folded in his hand.
Grabbing my ankle he pulls me closer to the edge and flips me around. I pick my head up but he holds me down by the back of my neck. His palm round down the center of my back, his middle finger fitting into the line of my back. Instead of the gun this time I recognize the small top of his knife. I go still as a board, my hands flat next to my head.
"P-please don't hurt me." I know he won't, but hearing him act like he will without any remorse sets a fire off inside my core. The knife nips my skin harder this time. I know he's purposefully trying to make me move by causing me pain to make this fun for him.
"I'll do whatever it is I feel like doing to you. You don't get a say." My eyes close while I try relaxing my body. I feel the belt brush over my butt. "You want to act like a bad girl, you're going to treated like one. I've been too nice about this whole Sin bullshit...Now I have to remind you who the fuck you belong to." He pulls my head back, forcing me to look at him. "And who do you belong to?"
"No one." Laughing, he pushes my head back down hard into the mattress. His cold hands run down the back of my body, moving over me so he's straddling the back of my legs. The more I try picking myself up he holds me down harder. Groaning, I let out a defeated breath. The knife rips into my black, denim shorts from behind. He rips them the rest of the way with his hands and tugs them out from under me. The cool air hits my butt that's majority is exposed.
Pulling my hair back, I look at him through the corner of my eye. For the most part all I see is his mouth. "You belong to me." Pressing my head back into the mattress I try squirming around, ruffling the sheets under us. My hands rest flat on the mattress, trying to use all the strength in my arms to push myself up but I'll break my neck with the grip he has on me.
"No, I d-AHH!" I cry out in pain as he whips the leather belt down on my bum. My hands fist the sheets while my toes curl in pain. I take deep breaths through my nose. My body jerks forward as he hits me again, this time focusing on the right side only. "T-This isn't g-going to do anything!" I tell him breathlessly, my words muffled through the sheets. He holds me down harder, making me wince.
"It is damn fun though." Wiggling around I feel his erection hit the back of my thigh. Soon, my behind is on fire and my body is beaded with sweat. It feels like the room is above ninety when the windows are all open and I can hear the air conditioner. "Do you think you've had enough?"
"Mmhm," I mumble, turning my head to look at him. Tossing the belt to the floor he throws his leg over me and turns me onto my back. His predatory eyes drink me up, his cock twitching for attention. The knife teases the outline of my ribs until meeting the blue under-band of my bra. It snaps it half gracefully. Sitting up, I take it the rest of the way off as if it's a jacket.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he says, bending down and taking one my hard nipples in his mouth. My fingers run through his hair, my head hanging down. Reaching up he pushes my head back and teases the skin on my throat with the tip. I feel it cut the side of my throat just barely, making me whimper.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, the ache between my thighs getting too much to handle. He switches over to my other breast, the knife playing with the one he just left. I watch the way it carefully flicks over my nipple like his tongue. His tongue follows the knife down my stomach, leaving small cuts straight down, but not deep enough to actually hurt me. The painful sting from them mixes deliciously with the pleasure.
"Pazientare *Be patient,*" he tells me, an Italian accent slipping from tongue like honey. I have no idea what he said but it sounded amazing. He cuts off my panties like he did to my bra and tosses them to the ground. "You're so wet for me," he says, teasing my clot with the pad of his thumb. The side of the knife taps the hood of my pussy, making me flinch deeper into the mattress. "Does being scared turn you on?" I nod the best I can. "I know it does, but only I can do this. Right?"
"Yes, daddy." He smiles at the use of he nickname. "Only you. Please, more. I need more." Withdrawing his hands he places them on my waist and trails them down, his fingertips grazing my skin softly. I grab his wrists and make him grab me harder. "Pressure," I remind him.
He wraps his arm under my right leg and places it over next to my other, grabbing my ankles and raising my legs to his shoulder. My face beats red with embarrassment as he looks down at me. No matter how many times he sees me naked I don't think I'll ever get used to the way it effects him. I straighten my legs out, trying to kick away but his fingers press into my bony ankle.
"Stop fucking trying to get away," he tells me, reaching down and grabbing the belt. He wraps it under my legs and forces my arms down to bind them together so I'm hunched over. He rolls me into my side and slaps his dick against my butt. "Maybe you should call Sin back...he seemed very worried about you in the messages he sent."
Glaring at him he grabs something from the pillow. Looking at his hand my eyes widen when I see my phone. I didn't notice him bring it in but he just have had it in his pocket. Smiling to himself he clicks on my contact and scrolls until he finds Sin's name. He presses the speaker button and places it next to my head.
"Vina?" Sin asks on the other end after the third ring. Idris grips my butt, massaging it gently to set off my train of thought. He snaps his head up, nodding his head down to the phone for to speak. "Hello?"
"H-hello," I say, trying to sound casual. Placing his hand on my hip, Idris runs the head of his cock up and down my exposed clit. My jaw clenched.
"I texted you few times and you never answered. Are you okay?" Sin asks, sounding genuinely concerned for my well being. Little does he know I feel perfectly fine...perfectly.
"Yeah-yeah," I answer. "My phone wasn't on meEEEEE!" Idris slowly thrusts his his forward, his cock slipping inside my tight entrance. Being in this new position he feels deeper and bigger than ever before. My eyes find their way up to Idris. His hair falls in front of his face as he looks down to look at what he's doing.
"Are you okay?" I take in a deep breath. Idris bends down over me, brushing his fingers over my lips. I clench around him, feeling him push the rest of the way until I'm full of his length. He lets out a groan, kissing behind my ear. "What was that?"
"Judas!" I lie, thinking quick. Idris laughs into my neck, picking up the knife again next to my stomach. "I'm o-okay." The sharp tip presses against my throat, threatening to cut me again only this time it wouldn't be no small cut.
"Are you coming by tonight?" Please, just hang up. My nails stretch at my ankles. Idris's hand hold my hips against him hard, starting to slam into me. My head fall back away from the speaker. Idris grans the back of my head by my hair and puts it back.
"Answer him," he whispers in my ear. Chills run down my spine. This man will drive me to the brink of insanity by the end of the night I'm sure.
"I-I don't know yet. I'm v-very busy...helping," I say. I'm not good at lying dangit! Idris's hips slap against my butt.
"Okay, well...I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You sound a little off," he says. Scooting over, Idris grabs my legs and lifts them up. My brows pinch together as he slides back into me, stretching me out more. I feel my walls adjust around him, taking him as deep as I can. "Have you talked to Idris?" Fuck. He laughs quietly, gripping my breast in his calloused hand. My eyes stick to the ceiling, trying to control my breathing to avoid getting in trouble.
"Not today." Idris holds the knife to my chest, tracing lines on my skin. My eyes flutter clothes, melting into the mattress. "I really need to go. M-my mom needs me."
"Okay. Goodni-" I hang up before he can finish his goodnight, shoving it off the edge of the bed. "Fuck! Idris!"
"That's the last conversation you're gonna have with him okay? You're going to end things with him," he tells me, punching my nipple while the other is flicked over with the knife. I wince as it makes a long cut under my boob. "You're only mine. Tell me your mine."
"I'm yours! Idris, I'm only yours!" I moan. My legs shake as an orgasm rips through my body. My pussy pulsates around him. He lets the knife rest on my chest as he starts undoing the belt around my ankle and wrists. The skin around them is bright red and raw when removed. My sore arms and legs fall to the mattress. He spreads my legs and bends over, pressing his soft lips to my stomach. My fingers calmly comb through his hair, my chest rising and falling.
"I love you," he tells me. He kisses my stomach again. "And I love you..whatever you are." I giggle, tracing the likes of the tattoo on his right shoulder. He pulls himself back up and kisses me. My head falls back, clasping my hands behind his neck.
"We love you too," I tell him. His tongue pushes my lips apart, holding me at my waist. Rolling over, I straddle his lap, taking him in my hand and pumping him up and down. Picking his head up he glances down to help position me over him. Sliding down his length, my entire body shakes, too sensitive for another invasion but he didn't finish yet. "You're so big," I moan, pressing my hands against his chest and abs.
"You better remember that," he tells me, wrapping his arms tightly around. "Cause no one else will ever be able to fill you the way I do." Thrusting into me, I rock my hips back and forth. Our flesh slaps against each other's, my hair falling in front of my back. His nails scratch at the small of my back. I love when he leaves marks on me to remember what we did later. "I'm all you're ever going to need."
"You're all I need. I don't want anyone else," I tell him, slowly bringing myself up until he's almost out and back down. He holds my hips, controlling my movements. My forehead rests against his. My heart hammers in my chest, causing a sharp but somewhat dull pain in my side.
"Slow, baby. Slow," he tells me, taking steady, deep breaths. He presses our lips back together, cupping my face. Our tongue dance around together, moaning into each other's mouth. Goosebumps rise on my skin as he hits by g-spot repetitively. "I'm close," he tells me.
"There's definitely no need for protection this time," I joke. He laughs against my lips, brushing my hair back behind my ears. His free hand runs up and down my back. Groaning, I let my head fall back. His hot mouth attached to my neck, sucking and snipping at my skin. The tip of his tongue traces the cuts he left.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," he warns me, thrusting harder and more frantically. My nails scratch at his shoulders, my lips curving up into a smile as we reach our orgasms together. His teeth bite down on my crook my neck and shoulder as I press myself harder against his body. Pulling myself up I let myself fall next to him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My legs shake as I press my thighs together, closing my eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm amazing," I say happily, trying to compress my smile. He turns into his side and kisses me again, time time slower. "I need to get up," I tell him. Rolling his eyes he lets me go, smacking my butt. I glare back at him.
"Oh, so nooowwww you don't like it?"
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~Idris's POV~

Leaning on my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. I look exhausted from the last few days still but not as bad as I did. My hair is sticking up in every direction from Vina pulling at it. Red scratches mark all over my body.
The bathroom door opens, Vina walking out with her robe on. The green robe wrapped around her securely. Her hair falls loosely around her. I move over and turn the water on for her, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. Rubbing the soap around her palms she cocks a brow at me.
"What?" She asks.
"I'm just looking," I tell her honestly. Her cheeks blush red, her plump lips curving into a smile. She turns the water off and grabs the hand towel. Coming up behind her I wrap my arms around her chest, sneaking my hands under the silky material to fondle her. She rests her head back against my chest, sighing. "We're gonna make this work, baby. I promise."
Tilting her chin up she nods, opening her bright eyes. "I'll end things with Sin tomorrow," she tells me, turning around in my arms. The sleeve threatens to slip down her arm but she catches it, pulling the tie around her waist tighter. "I just need you to follow through with getting help. I can't handle your anger, only to some degree."
My eyes lock on the cuts on her neck. There's some on her chest and going down the valley of her breasts but the robe keeps those hidden. I didn't realize I had actually been drawing blood. Tilting her head back I bend down to kiss them.
"I promise," I tell her. "And I'm sorry I hurt you." She shakes her head, fixing my hair with her fingers. Straightening up, I pick her up by her waist and set her on the countertop. He arms wrap around my leg, her legs on either side of my waist. "And I'm sorry for what I told you that night we fought."
"You already apologized for that-"
"Not enough, that was fucked up," I tell her. More than anything lately that's been tearing me apart. I got rid of the problems around us but that one still lingers in my head because I know it can't be fixed. I used her fear against her with a cruel lie that I would never mean. "I love you, literally everything about you."
"I love you too," she whispers, pecking my lips. My hands slide down the front of her body, tugging on the bow she tied to keep her rode on. My hands run over her stomach, the corner of my mouth twitching.
"I promise I'll always do everything in my power you and our kids." She's not Ez's mom, but as she grows up Vina will be all she knows. I'm sure she'll remember Aria in some way but Vina will be the one who was there. And this baby whether it's a girl or boy I'll love with the entirety of my heart. "I can't wait for you to start showing," I tell her, bending down and kissing her stomach.
"I'll look like a whale," she says. I shake my head, closing her robe again so we don't end up taking any longer to get back to her parent's house.
"One sexy ass whale." She shakes her head at me, hopping off the counter. I open the medicine cabinet and pull out the chain that's connected to her wedding ring. Her eyes fall down to her, her breath getting caught in her throat. "Will you please wear it again?" She nods without hesitation, turning around and lifting her hair up. I clip it behind her neck and kiss her shoulder. Her hand reaches up, covering the ring.
"Do you think Ez is going to like me?" She asks, looking at me through the mirror.
"Hopefully."
"What?!"
"I've learned there's no guarantees with her."

AN: Welllllll🤣🤣 I promise Vina will be ending things with Sin, so don't get mad at her 🙄🤣 And damn y'all this girl is a f r e a k 🤪 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
Question: How do you think things will go now that they're trying to get their footing back? How do you think Sin will react to the breakup? 👀

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