"But I wanted... err... want... I want to wait!" Deirdre felt sick in her stomach.
"By the gods Deirdre, look at what you were just doing in my shower. Finger fucking yourself and then you have the audacity to tell me you want to wait for sex with me."
Deirdre looked down at the white tiled floor. "It is not like I don't want to have sex with you, I just still have the belief of waiting. What happened yesterday shouldn't affect that."
"Yes, what happened yesterday," Donovan angrily look at Deirdre, her face still embarrassedly staring at the floor. "Who were you thinking about?"
"What?" Deirdre looked up at Donovan, his eyes flashing. "It is hard to not think about him when I think about that."
"Not just now, stupid, in the shower. Who were you thinking about in the shower?"
Deirdre's face fell and crimson tainted her freckled cheeks. "I was thinking of you," she lied.
Donovan knew she was lying, and he knew she could tell he knew, but he smiled anyways, "Then you won't mind if I don't wait." Donovan grabbed Deirdre by her throat and dragged her into the bedroom. He ripped the towel out of her hands and threw her onto the bed, naked.
Deirdre screamed as she fell. Donovan was on top of her quickly. His hands covered her mouth and her nose, Deirdre couldn't breathe. She panicked and attempted to shove him off. His other hand was free to pry between her legs, probing her pussy, still wet from her fantasies. She moved her head to the side shifting his hand off of her nose so she could inhale. She worked to calm her body and let her hands fall from trying to push Donovan off. Donovan smiled, "That's better."
Deirdre didn't want to fight him, she shouldn't be fighting him, it was Donovan. But that was what made her feel sick too, it was Donovan. "Ok." She took a few deep breaths and parted her legs allowing Donovan to move between them. Maybe Wrath would save her again, Deirdre thought. No, that wasn't likely considering he brought her to Donovan at her request. Deirdre was wondering where Wrath was and what he was doing as Donovan kissed her up and down her neck, his hands assaulting her breasts. She winced in pain at his rough treatment of her. Just try to enjoy it, she thought, you love him.
Donovan lustily inhaled the scent of her clean hair and skin. She may be tarnished by another man but her body was still the trophy that he had desired since he first saw her. The man who raped her, had given Donovan a present with the price tag ripped off. He admired her perky round breasts. He had admired them before without having fully satisfied himself with her. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, releasing some of his sexual frustration. Donovan rolled her nipples between his fingers. He ignored Deirdre's flinching.
Deirdre tried to distract Donovan from torturing her breasts by unzipping his pants and taking his cock in her hands. He smirked at her, "Neither your hands nor your mouth will please me tonight." Deirdre nodded reluctantly as she began massaging the base of his cock. It hardened quickly and Donovan turned his attention back to her breasts. He began teasing each, one at a time with his tongue and teeth, playfully biting them. His hands moved down to Deirdre's legs. He forced her legs up and spread them apart moving himself against her. Donovan pushed her legs up against her breasts, compacting her against the bed. He didn't bother stripping his clothes off; he didn't care enough. Donovan shoved his middle finger deep into Deirdre's pussy. She winced at his abruptness.
His thumb was inadvertently rubbing against Deirdre's clitoris. All her focus and thoughts were on her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut. This is Donovan she told herself. He loves me. I love him. Right? All too suddenly Donovan's dick slammed into her. He groaned in pleasure. Another agonizing slam caused Deirdre to cry out, and another. Donovan's face tensed and he came. His thrusts were brutally hard but he was done quickly. Donovan fell to her side, rolled over, and turned off the lamp beside the bed. Deidre lay still feeling confused. This was the man she was supposed to love. He was supposed to make her feel safe and when they finally supposedly 'made love' she just felt empty and alone. She wondered if her betraying feelings towards Wrath was the cause, or if her betraying feelings towards Wrath were the result of a superficial relationship that was beginning to become evident.
Deirdre carefully got up from the bed and lay the blanket over Donovan. He pretended to be asleep. She quietly crept out of the bedroom to the living room and turned on the TV. Horrified she quickly turned off the TV as the anchorman finished saying, "was found dead in his room at the psychiatric ward of the hospital. One of the nurses was overheard saying the body was torn to shreds as if by a large animal. Arthur Bottman, a wildlife biologist from the University, was seen entering the hospital with police." Deirdre was horrified because she knew the patient in the photo shown in the corner of the screen.
Hoight..
