Okay lovelies. I have had a serious case of Writers Block for both Sundrenched World and The Garden but for some reason, I had an idea for an M story. Why? I don't know. But it just came out of nowhere. So this one-shot is slightly disturbing and slightly smutty [or very]. If you do not like M stories then don't read it, but if you do please Read&&Review. Usually when I write a story, I get more inspiration for other stories, so hopefully, I'll be able to update those stories today as well. I might make this an M-rated collection of one-shots. I might….lol. Hope you like it.
Caution: This is Dark Eli
01: She's Too Perfect
She makes me sick. Her naivety, her perfection, her innocence, she knows what she does to me. She knows what she does when she "innocently" brushes her leg up against mine. She knows what she does when she shoots that disgustingly beautiful smile at me. She knows what she does when she pulls away from a kiss way too soon, but lingers in every hug. She sucks the life from me and she knows it. There will be no more "holding back," I'm going to be the one to break her.
"Hey Eli," Clare says sweetly. She has no clue.
"Hey Clare," I say putting my acting skills in motion, "ready to work on our English assignment?"
"Yep, but you never told me where we were going to do this though," Clare responds. There's a reason for that.
"It's a surprise," I say nonchalantly. She smiles brightly. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. Her lips will be the death of me. As I try to deepen the kiss, she lets go, like always. For now, I will hold back. For now, I will show mercy. I watch as she walks to Morty and slides into the passenger seat. I follow suit, and we set off for our "surprise" destination.
She makes it so hard to concentrate on the road. The way her skirt is riding up, showing more leg than usual. She knows what she's doing. They way her floral shirt is clinging to every curve and showing a bit more cleavage than before. She's going to kill me. The way her peacock blue cardigan is slightly falling off her shoulder exposing the tank top and the green strap of her bra. I hate her for doing this to me. The way the wind is disheveling her hair. If we crash, it's her fault.
"Eli, where are we?" Clare says, breaking me from my morbid thoughts.
"We're here," I say with a smirk. I know it drives her crazy.
"In the woods, really Eli? So how should we do this, should I run, fall, then let you hack me into a bunch of pieces, or are you going to go Psycho on me and stab me while we're making out in the backseat?" she says sarcastically. Her little comments are driving to my edge.
"A combination of both," I say as a retort, "let's go, Blue Eyes."
I watch her as she climbs in the back and I follow her. Watching her on her hands and knees makes me want her that much more. You know what you're doing. I watch as she makes herself comfortable against the back of the front seat. She pulls out paper and pen and starts to brainstorm ideas. I close the door behind us and sit down across from her. I bend my leg to rest my arm on it and extend my other leg out in front of me. She starts to get really intense with the assignment. I watch as she jots down notes and bites the pen cap ever so often. I want to be that pen. She knows I'm staring her down as she starts to blush.
"Eli, don't you think you should get started?" Clare asks. I don't respond. "Eli?"
"Clare, why are so…perfect?" I want an answer now.
"I'm not perfect," she says as she lowers her gaze from me to her paper.
"Don't lie to me," I say harshly. Harsher than I intended. I don't want to scare her off.
"I'm not lying," she says quietly.
"I'm sorry," I say trying to disperse the tension.
"It's okay," she says with a slight smile.
"Clare," I say. I don't let her respond as I make my way over to her and capture her lips with mine. Her warm, soft lips move against mine and it makes me wonder how someone like her can kiss like this. I grab her hips and as I hear her gasp, I dart my tongue into her mouth. I feel as she tries to push me off, but I hold her even tighter. She starts to struggle. She's not getting away from me. I refuse. My tongue starts to memorize every inch of her mouth.
"Eli!" Clare screams, only it's muffled by my lips. I start to pin her down to the floor of Morty and she starts to struggle even more. I let go of her lips and make my way to her neck. She screams. I love her screams.
"Eli! Get off me!" She yells as she finds the strength to push me off of her. She's not getting away that easily. She tries to reach for the back door, but I grab her leg and bring her back to me. I start back to where I was and ravish her neck again. I hear her involuntarily moan. I know she wants this.
"Stop it!" Her screams crescendo. There is no stopping this, Clare. There is no going back. I shrug her cardigan off her shoulders as she tries to keep it on. I love the fight in her. I rip it off and throw it over my shoulder. I attack her lips again and my hands find their way under her shirt. I caress her stomach and feel her shiver at my touch.
"Please! Why are you doing this!" I stop.
"YOU'RE TOO FUCKING PERFECT!" I bellow. I rip her tank top down the middle and throw it off of her. I look at her in her plain green bra with a black bow in the center. It's taunting me. She starts to kick and scratch at me. I love the fight in her. "I want to be the one that takes everything from you!" I hiss in her ear. I feel her hot tears hit my face.
"Please Eli, please don't do this," she blubbers.
"It's too late Clare," I say tauntingly. I kiss the top of her chest and move my hands over her body. She's too perfect. I need to see more of her. I grab the button of her jean skirt and I undo it. She tries her hardest to shove my hands away and block my hands, but I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. Her sobs become even more erratic. That's right Clare, break down. I pull her skirt down to reveal her black boyshorts. I take in the sight of this beautiful, broken angel and I can't get enough of her. I sit up slightly, and pull my blazer and shirt off.
"Eli! STOP!" She screams impossibly louder. I know she will lose it sooner or later. I kiss her again, rougher than the last time. I need to break her. I suck on her bottom lip and I hear her moan once more. I can't help but smirk at this. She's mine, all mine. No one else can have her. I growl at the thought of someone else touching her like I have and at the frustration, I bite her lip. I taste a few metallic drops on my lip. She is forever a part of me. She whimpers slightly at the pain. I move my hands even lower and she tries to kick at me. I force myself in between her legs to stop her movements. I continue where I was and touching her where no one else has touched her makes me feel powerful. She squirms and wiggles under my touch. She tries to choke down the moans bubbling in her throat, not very successively. My primal instincts start to kick in again as a rip off her bra and panties and take in another beautiful sight. The sight of her vulnerable.
"Please Eli, don't" she whispers. Exhausted from the war that has started.
"You've already lost this battle," I whisper harshly into her ear. I pull my skinny jeans and boxer down just enough. I thrust into her. Not caring about how much pain was about to hit her. She screams and I ignore her. I want to hear her scream.
"I hate you!" She screams out.
"I love you," I groan, loving the sound of poison on her lips. I feel her start to relax. Her walls start to collapse. The sound of pain becomes pleasure.
"Don't hold back," I say into her ear, huskily. She digs her nails into my back. I feel beads of blood start to form as she scratches me. I groan at the sensation. Every thrust feels like the first one. I'm in heaven. I'm close, she's close. We're in this together.
"Say my name, Clare," I say into her ear.
"No," she grumbles. Tears clouding her vision.
"SAY IT!" I say as I thrust roughly into her. She's going to do what I say. She screams in pleasure, pure pleasure.
"ELI!" She screams at the top of her lungs. That was all I needed. I collapse on top of her and pull out. She gasps from the loss. I lay down beside her, watching as she stares at the ceiling of Morty.
"I hate you so much," she whispers quietly, new tears form in her beautiful blue eyes.
"I know," I say quietly with a slight smirk. I have officially broken her. I admire her bruised and broken body and revel in my accomplishment. She is no longer perfect. She is no longer pure. I took that from her and it's all I wanted. She is mine forever. I bring her to me and hold her, stroking her hair. She tenses at my touch.
"You've won," Clare says sadly.
I love you. I hate you.
Note: So, a little angsty, a little disturbing, a kind of sort of happy ending, not really. Did you like it? Tell me what you thought, lovelies.