Chapter 54: Chaos Incarnate
Vivienne kept smiling, her face wet with sweat, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her chest rose and fell fast, her hair sticking to her temples, strands of it tangled against her damp skin. Her smile looked sweet, almost innocent, but inside her head she was screaming like a lunatic. I will show you how crazy I am. You think you’re in control? Watch me, bastard. Watch me burn you alive with my body.
André stared at her, still moving inside her, his eyes dark and sharp like a predator studying prey. What the fuck is she planning now? he thought. Her smile was too calm, too sweet, and yet her body trembled under him. Her moans were breaking, spilling out of her mouth without restraint. He could tell she was plotting something, but that only excited him more. His lips curved into the faintest smirk, his thrusts steady, deliberate, teasing her body while he kept wondering how far she’d go.
Vivienne didn’t let him wonder for long. She leaned up suddenly, crashing her mouth against his, kissing him harder than before, wild and messy. Her teeth scraped his lips, her tongue pushed into his mouth, her kiss full of hunger, almost violent. It was not love, it was war disguised as desire. She kissed him like she was claiming him, like she wanted to eat him alive, like every moan was a dagger she drove into his chest.
Her lips slid down to his neck, hot and wet. She sucked his skin hard enough to leave marks, then bit him softly, deliberately. André cursed under his breath, groaning low in his throat. "Fuck..." he growled, his voice rough and shaky. His hand gripped her hip harder, his body shuddering as her teeth sank into his skin. The sting made him groan louder, his cock throbbing inside her as his rhythm faltered for a moment.
Vivienne smirked against his neck. She dug her nails into his back with her free hand, dragging them down sharply, leaving red streaks that stung. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him to feel her claws. She wanted to brand him like he was branding her.
André hissed, his head falling against her shoulder. His thrusts grew harder, rougher, faster. His body couldn’t help it, his control slipping with every scratch, every bite. The pain only made him want her more, need her more, as if her cruelty was the sweetest proof of her desire.
Vivienne licked his neck, her voice soft and mocking against his skin. "That’s it," she whispered with a wicked smirk. "Lose it. Lose it for me." Her lips brushed his jaw as she laughed softly, biting again just enough to make him groan.
Her mouth kept moving, her kisses hot and relentless. She kissed his lips, his throat, his collarbone, biting and sucking, acting like she was taking control. Her moans grew louder, dirtier, dripping with false sweetness. She kissed him like she was his lover, she bit him like she was his enemy.
But André’s eyes darkened with something far more dangerous. On the outside, his voice was tender, his kisses soft, his hands gentle. Inside, he was laughing. She thought she was in control, but she wasn’t. She never was. He had been controlling her since the moment he tied her hand. He let her play, let her scratch, let her bite, let her pretend. But the game was still his. The cage was still his.
Vivienne moaned his name against his skin, kissing his neck, biting, licking him as if she adored him. "André... André..." she breathed, her voice breaking into desperate sounds. She kissed his ear, her teeth nibbling gently on his earlobe. Her lips trailed over the shell of his ear, biting and sucking. André shivered. His whole body shuddered like lightning ran through him. He cursed again, low and sharp. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. Her mouth was killing him.
She didn’t stop. She kept going, kissing, biting, moaning his name sweetly, whispering fake little confessions. "I love you," she moaned, dragging her tongue along his ear. "You make me crazy." Her teeth nibbled, her lips sucked, her voice trembled like she was breaking for him.
André’s mind blurred. He couldn’t keep his calm any longer. His chest was heaving, his groans rough and broken. He felt his sanity snapping, his control slipping through his fingers. With a sudden growl, he grabbed her free hand and slammed it against the bed, pinning it down hard. Now both her wrists were trapped, bound in his grip, completely under him.
His thrusts turned brutal. Harder, rougher, deeper. Each one drove into her like he was trying to bury himself inside her soul. He moved faster, his body losing its careful rhythm, his control gone. He fucked her with the raw force of a man who had lost every ounce of restraint.
Vivienne’s mind screamed. Fuck. Fuck. He’s going to kill me with this cock. Her body convulsed, trembling under his rough pace. Her tied wrists ached, her lungs burned, her body shook violently. And yet her voice betrayed her again. She moaned like she was possessed, her cries filling the room, high-pitched, desperate, begging. "André! André!" she screamed, her voice shaking with every thrust. Her body begged for more even as her soul cursed him.
André’s eyes were wild, his teeth clenched. His thoughts were sharp, vicious, but dripping with hunger. She’s stronger than I thought. She fights me even now, even in her fake love. She lies, she claws, she pretends. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how wild she is, no matter how much she resists, she’ll break. They all break. And when she breaks, she’ll never leave me.
Their bodies collided, skin against skin, sweat soaking both of them. Vivienne kept pretending, her voice sweet, her moans soft, her kisses desperate. Inside she cursed him with every breath, calling him demon, bastard, monster. André kissed her lips like a man in love, whispered her name like a prayer, and fucked her like he was trying to destroy her.
It was raw chaos. Their moans tangled, their voices broke, their bodies slammed together in madness. Vivienne smiled through the pain, her heart screaming hatred. André whispered devotion, his mind plotting her ruin. To anyone else, they looked like lovers, two souls lost in passion. But beneath the surface, it was war. Lust disguised as love. Madness disguised as tenderness.
And when Vivienne looked at him through her lashes, biting back another cry, her only thought was, This is not love. This is madness. And I’ll burn him alive inside it.