Carmell's pale, thin face twisted into a satisfied smirk, her bright blue eyes shining the reflection of an opening scene introducing one of her new game's love interests. She bit her lip as a tall, pale, black-haired man in his early twenties, adorning a red and gold royal military uniform, turned around with a sly smirk and outstretched his long fingers towards her. She stretched her hand towards the TV screen and softly pressed her fingers against his as she stared into his icy blue eyes.
"Come with me; I have to show you something." Prince Darrius's voice sent goosebumps across her skin, violently shivering her.
She threw her head back, letting out a loud moan, her short, inky black hair moving with her. The black front door next to her banged open, crashing into the fresh patch up in the wall Carmell had done a few days before. Her head snapped to the left, and she sighed, withering in defeat at another task to add to her to-do list.
"Why do you have to play that shit fucking game!?" Milo roared; his hand grabbed the top of the front door and slammed it closed.
"I've only just downloaded it, babe." She waved him off and continued watching the screen.
Milo's dark brown eyes narrowed on her, and he moved to the sofa behind her, causing her to stiffen as his long, powerful legs wrapped around her front and pulled her back into the bottom of the couch with a harsh thud.
"Haven't you missed me?" He teased her, moving her shoulder-length black hair out of the way and flicking his tongue across her pale, hot skin.
"Of course I have." She breathed out, her body relaxing into him and accepting his touch.
"Mmmm, good girl." He mumbled against her skin, sucking the special soft spot he found on their third date.
She let out a low, innocent moan, and his jeans tightened in anticipation. His left hand dipped into her vest top and bra, grabbing her perky breast with her nipple in between his fingers. He loved that she wore vest tops, but no one else could see. Easy access for him only. He growled possessively and pulled the straps of her top and bra over her shoulders.
"Babe, I'm exhausted tonight. I have an exam on Rune Stones, and it's half of my grade. I want to play my game for a bit and study. Please." She begged, turning her head to him, her eyes wide. Milo set his lips into a thin line and unhooked his legs from around her body. She quickly lifted her straps back up and turned around on her knees to lift herself and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "Aww, thank you, honey. I'm surprised you listened to me." She teased, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
He could barely contain his rage and pleasure; thoughts of knotting his hands into her jet-black hair, pulling his joggers down, and making her small throat choke on her fucking attitude crawled through his brain. A wicked glint shot through his eyes, and if she could have, Carmell would have paled. She shot up and backwards, but he was faster, grabbing her ankle with one hand and her throat with the other. He squeezed, and she went limp, letting him take her to the floor with her ankle raised high enough for her to look like a puppet swinging across a stage. Milo sneered, dropping her ankle to press his body roughly against hers and using his free hand to gather up her short hair.
He let go of her throat and undid his belt.
"Milo, please. I'm sorry. I won't-" She began to squeak desperately, trying to scramble backwards.
But the TV went dark and quiet as two blood-red eyes took up the entire 75-inch screen.
"I'll make you choke on your pretty little attitude!" Darrius murmured, and a deep, penetrating growl descended into her soul.
Milo froze, watching her icy blue eyes widen into the TV screen, shining with a hue of scarlet. She began to wither underneath him and snapped her back up, arching into his erection with a loud, desperate moan he had never heard come from her mouth before. His face twisted into a ferocious scowl, and his hands threaded and tightened into her hair until he felt it breaking under his fingers.
Carmell screamed and began to claw at his hands, thrashing around undeath him like a fish out of water, and he revelled in it, his mouth salivating and dick hardening with a deep grunt. He took a hand from her hair and raised it above him. As quick as it rose, it dropped across her face, sending stars shooting through her eyes and the room spinning. He slapped her again, with his other hand fixing her in place on the floor for maximum impact.
He stopped for a second and dropped his hand to the hem of her joggers, letting out a low, approving growl. Then, cupping his hand around the back, he pulled them off in one swift tug.
"No!" Carmell cried, tears streaming down her face as she tried to jerk her body away.
"No?" Milo hissed through gritted teeth, his hand balling into a fist and jabbing her hard in the stomach. The air rushed out of her lungs as her body contorted, and she began to choke. He laid into her again, landing on her left lower rip with a satisfying crack. She coughed, twisting into the fetal position, blood flying out of her mouth, into his face and finally across the floor. "No!" He roared, seeing nothing but white-hot rage.
He snaked both hands around her throat and squeezed, leaning all his weight onto her.
"Mi-" Her neck crunched under the weight of his fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before they came to rest on the TV screen's main menu, her body limp against the living room floor.