It had been a week since that faithful night with Jerome and you began to wonder if he would come back. You were worried that something may have happened to him, with the kind of life he was leading you certainly wouldn't be surprised. You would turn on the news and just wait to hear any reports of his crimes, and when you finally did you couldn't have been more relieved. You knew there was something wrong with that reaction, but you couldn't find it in you to care in the slightest, all you cared about was him coming back. There was something about him that you just couldn't shake, something that you found yourself wanting more and more of. You should have felt some kind of animosity towards him for what he did, for taking you in the dead of night as he pleased, not even caring if he had your permission or not, but somehow you found it thrilling.

At first, you thought it was just a dream, because due to your fascination with him, you had been dreaming about him far more than you should have, but the marks on your skin said otherwise. The marks on your skin said that he was really there with you, it meant that he felt a connection with you, that your feelings were not one-sided. He was thinking about you too. You didn't know what made you so special, why he chose you of all people, but you weren't going to complain.

You wished there was some way you could contact him, you were not crazy enough to walk the streets in the middle of a crime scene he had set up, but you just wanted to talk to him, about that night. The marks he left on your body were still there, but they were fading, now becoming part of a memory. You wanted more of those marks, you would let him cover you in them if he wanted to. There was something about him that just made you feel like you were on the brink of insanity, you didn't know what it was, or what was happening to you to make you like this, and you figured the best thing to do was just not to make sense of it, not to think of it, just accept it for what it was.

One night when it reached about two in the morning, you decided to get some rest because it had been a long day for you, and something told you that he wouldn't come when you were awake so you didn't see the point in staying up waiting for him. But ever since that night, you started sleeping naked, just so he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of undressing you. You wanted to make things easier for him, and invite him to touch you, tempt him all the more.

You opened the window, letting the cool breeze slip through before you undressed, stripping piece by piece from your body, and then slid under the covers. It had become a routine now, and you didn't feel any shame about it. You just hoped he would visit you again. You would do anything just for him to stop by. At first, you were pretending that you had fallen asleep, body still, eyes shut, only focusing on the sounds around you, but in the midst of pretending, you ended up falling in a deep slumber, allowing sleep to take you.

There was no telling how long you had been asleep before the ginger climbed his way through your window, a vile smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth at the sight before him. You were on your side, and the blanket was barely covering your breasts, leaving them almost completely exposed, it was rucked up around your legs, one fully slipping out that was quick to catch his eye.

"I know it's been a while since I've visited you, been a little busy in the city, but I gotta admit, I've missed you dollface, and I know you missed me too," he whispered before he made his way to you on the bed, taking a seat where your feet was at the end of it, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he watched the way your chest rose and fell, and the light shiver of your body from the soft winds that entered your bedroom. There wasn't any way he could resist his need for you like this, it wasn't remotely possible. He removed the blanket from your body with a hand, his smirk only widening at the enticing sight that left him completely spellbound.

"You were prepared for this, hm, what a nice surprise," he murmured, his tone fond. "Guess you won't mind if I helped myself huh?" he snickered under his breath before he added, "Of course you wouldn't."

You stirred a little in your sleep, mumbling a string of jumbled words that only served to amuse him, and in your small movements you ended up laying on your back, your legs spreading slightly, and his eyes widened in delight when you did, your sex on full display just for him.

"That's a good girl, open up for me, just like that," he cooed before leaning his body over, nudging your legs further apart to make enough room for him so that he could lie on his stomach in front of you. "I need to get a taste of you, I've waited long enough," he rasped, breathing hot and fast against your sex, and it made you shudder almost immediately, but you were still asleep so that meant he could continue. He gave himself a moment to inhale your scent before he slid his tongue up and down against your clit, and he couldn't help the moan that spilled out against your flesh the second he allowed himself to taste you. He felt his whole body tingle as he reached forward so that his nose brushed over your skin as he sucked the nub into his warm mouth, welcoming it with his tongue, swaying it in back and forth motions as he lost himself in the pleasure of finally being able to devour you.

You emitted a quiet gasp as your whole body trembled with the attention of his smooth tongue, and he didn't stop to check if you awoke or anything because he was too focused on enjoying himself. He reached out to hold your thighs in place while he rolled his tongue over your clit, his nose pressing further against you as he started to enclose his mouth around it so that his teeth was grazing it with a delicious pressure that made nearly made you jolt up had his hands not been digging into your skin. A soft moan slipped through your lips, body bursting out in goosebumps as he continued to have his way with you. He leaned away enough to make room for his fingers, prodding one inside of your entrance while keeping his attentions to your now engorged nub.

"Fuck, so good," he breathed as he slipped his long finger around your inner walls, making it slick with your arousal before he plunged it in further, going slow and unhurried as he opened his mouth wider so he could suck on the entirety of the top of your mound, which made you whimper low in your throat, thighs instinctively pressing against the sides of his head as your back arched, eyes squeezed shut.

"You like that, huh? Of course you do, you like me taking whatever the fuck I want," he pulled away to growl against your moist skin, flicking his tongue against your clit with just the right amount of pressure that made your whole body hum pleasantly. It wasn't long before he plunged a second finger inside of you, crooking them at just the right angle, and he was immediately greeted by your tightness engulfing them both. He scissored his fingers around, letting your wetness coat them as he dug in deeper before withdrawing and then pushing back in, and this time it was easier because you were nice and slick just for him.

Your eyes popped open after writhing about on his fingers and against his mouth. You closed them again when he didn't seem to catch it, but he certainly noticed the way you started rocking your hips impatiently with the movements of his tongue and fingers, so he pulled away, mouth, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal as he stared back at you with wide eyes. He looked alarmed; caught in the act.

You nibbled on your lower lip the second you met his gaze, body quivering, and you spread your legs out as wide as you could, until you started to ache.

"Please don't go, please, I'm not going to tell, please stay, I'll be quiet, I'll do whatever you want me to," you pleaded weakly, voice breaking during some words, and now that he knew you were awake, you felt your best move was just to beg him to stay, maybe he would be so kind to-

"You want me that bad? Want me enough that you don't give a fuck that I crashed here and took what I pleased? That doesn't bother you in the slightest? How I'm using you like you're my own personal fucktoy?" he hissed each question out and before you could even conceive an answer to them, he brought his hand down suddenly and smacked your wet sex sharply, making you jerk from the harsh contact of his palm as your breath hitched.

Because he didn't give you a chance to brace for it, you yelped out your response, "Yes! Please use me!"

"Quiet, you said you would be fucking quiet," he barked out before he struck his hand down between your legs mercilessly, and the sound echoed about the room. "I fucking risk a lot coming here, so you will be quiet, don't make me gag you," he threatened, his tone dripping with venom, "understand? Let's try this again."

You opened your mouth, about to answer, when he slapped your sex yet again, this time even harder than the last, and it stung you, making your whole body tense up and go rigid with his unforgiving touch, so much that you forgot momentarily to respond. It made your whole body scream and ache for more. You weren't surprised in the slightest just how ruthless he could be, or maybe it was him being kind, there was so much worse he could do with you, yet here he was, wasting his time with you, instead of simply killing you. It made you feel special, in a way, because if you were his toy, that meant you served a purpose to him, and that was enough for you.

"Answer me, dammit," he snarled under his breath, voice only a rasp before he slammed his hand back down, slapping you again as you laid there feebly underneath him.

"Yes, yes, I'll be quiet," you replied meekly, willing your voice to stay a whisper as your whole body shuddered violently, "I'll be quiet, for you."

"Good, wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side, a forced smile playing on his lips that was almost enough to frighten you. You shook your head in response. "Now, close your eyes for me, again, if you want me to continue playing with you," he told you, and you shut your eyes reluctantly, wishing he would allow you to look at him, but if he was here, giving you what you wanted, then maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. The second you shut your eyes, you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and then his zipper before he dropped his pants and underwear, throwing the articles of clothing to the ground somewhere in a heap. Then you felt the warmth of his body atop of yours, pressing into you until there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies and you gasped softly when you felt his cock brush against your inner thigh, it sent a bolt of electricity through your entire being.

"You want me? You want me to fuck you?" he questioned in a husky whisper over your ear. He took hold of his shaft in a fist as he rubbed the very tip against your swollen clit, pressing it into you as he moved it up and down, going painstakingly slow, and it made you whimper almost immediately.

"Mmmm," you answered, nodding your head frantically as you bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to remain quiet but it was becoming increasingly difficult with the way he was touching you. You were squirming underneath him, eagerly rubbing yourself back against the head of his cock as he sucked in a breath.

"Good, don't let them hear you," he said as he motioned his head towards your door before he continued his sweet torture on your clit, pushing you with enough force that it made you press back against the mattress, and you cried helplessly underneath him. "You think you've been good enough? You think you're worthy of me staying here with you, to give you what you want?"

"Please," you whispered, grabbing hold of his shoulders in your hands, rolling your hips as he ran the tip along your swollen clit, desperately wanting to feel more of him, needing to feel more of him, whatever he could give you.

"You were supposed to be asleep, you're not supposed to know I'm here, dollface, it's part of the little game we both have set up," he told you in a breathy whisper before he slipped the head of his member just barely against your dripping entrance, coating himself in your essence before he pulled it away, drawing a needy moan from you.

"It doesn't have to be that way, if you're worried I'm gonna tell someone, I'm not-"

"Worried? What makes you think I'm worried? I just don't want you to run your pretty little mouth, you would be in much more trouble than me if you did," he murmured in your ear as he stilled his movements, and his hot breath somehow eased his threatening words, making you relax against him strangely enough.

You opened your eyes before you replied, "I'm not going to tell anyone about this, I promise, okay, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you say."

"Ha, you're so desperate huh? Fuck, it's pretty shameful if you asked me. You know exactly what I can do, and still you're not afraid, hell, maybe you are, but it's not enough for you to want me to leave. I could kill you an instant, do you have any fucking idea what you're getting into?" he asked before he threw your hands off his shoulders and pinned them to the wall above your head, a single hand wrapped around them, his eyes glimmering in the moonlit room as they followed your every movement, perhaps searching for something wrong, an excuse, perhaps, to leave.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have already, there's nothing I could do anyway, if you did, so why won't you?" you asked, the question was almost a challenge but it didn't sound like one, it sounded more like you were genuinely curious if he would actually go through with it. Though, you expected that he wouldn't, for some odd reason, something told you he had no interest in killing you, at least not yet.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" he scoffed, and in one swift movement he pushed inside of your tight heat, holding himself as he did, biting back a groan as he felt the warm confines of your walls sucking him in immediately. You let out a soft mewl upon the sudden intrusion, and you met his heated gaze for a moment, locking eyes with the monster before you.

"Fucking greedy bitch. What did I say? Close your fucking eyes before I choose to leave, because I will if you don't listen to whatever the fuck I tell you," he warned, his voice gruff and threatening as he tightened his grip on your wrists, digging his nails into the sensitive skin, and using them for leverage as he slammed his hips into yours, not giving you a moment to adjust to him. You immediately complied, squeezing your eyes shut as you too bit back a moan, knowing that you had to be quiet, that no one could hear or know that he was here.

He tucked his head under the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose there momentarily before he glanced down and noticed the faint marks there.

"Looks like you need a new set, don't you, dollface?" he laughed, his tone mocking, he knew that was exactly what you wanted.

"Please mark me, please," you pleaded weakly, your breath catching in your throat after one particularly hard thrust of his hips.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, bitch, or else this will be the last time I come here," he spat out before he enclosed his mouth around the side of your neck as the harsh movements of his hips didn't cease, and you eagerly attempted to meet his thrusts, flinching when you felt his teeth sink into your skin, undoubtedly puncturing it without a care if he hurt you. He settled his mouth upon several different areas of your neck, nipping his away around, tugging the skin with his sharp teeth when he was sure that he broke it. You whined as he lapped up the blood that started to trickle down your neck, making him groan lowly as he felt the coppery taste on his tongue. He started peppering the marks with soft, lingering kisses, and it made you wince because your skin was overly sensitive and tender afterwards, but you didn't mind, you wanted him to mark you, for him to make you his, it was everything you needed and more.

"I'm sorry," you replied after you found it in you to speak again, hoping an apology was what he wanted from you, but he didn't seem to care, just growled in response.

You loosely wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer, and the second you realized what you did you nearly cursed under your breath because you started to believe you needed to ask his permission for everything. When he dropped your wrists down all of a sudden, you braced your body for a slap, or for him to stop his heavy thrusts but instead, he locked your legs in place around his waist, holding them tight against him as he rammed into you relentlessly, making the bed rock in protest with his feverish motions. Your tight heat was fluttering all around his length, and you knew that you weren't going to last long because you had been waiting for this, that it almost felt like forever, but you didn't want it to end. You didn't want him to stop driving his hips into you, nearly crushing your pelvis with every slam forward, you wanted this to last as long as it could, but you didn't know if you could, especially with the way your walls were engulfing around him.

Every time he withdrew, you found yourself whining much too loudly, but surprisingly he ignored each sound, and then plunged himself back inside of you, grunting deep under his breath as he felt you squeeze him again. The headboard bumped into the wall repeatedly as both of your groans and cries mingled with one another in the heated air of your room. You couldn't resist the urge to open your eyes again, you needed to see him, see the look on his face, so you did. You kept your eyes focused on his, and once he didn't tell you not to, you figured it was okay, maybe in the heat of the moment he didn't care.

His eyes were heavily lidded, droplets of sweat sliding down his forehead as a loose strand of hair kept brushing against his face as he moved, mouth parted just the slightest bit to let those quiet grunts slip through, and saying he looked gorgeous like this, was an understatement. You didn't think you had the words to explain the rush you felt watching him like this. You couldn't understand how someone so cruel, so malevolent could look this breathtakingly beautiful.

As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, his lips closed over yours, a slow, wet kiss as you both traded soft sounds of pleasure back and forth, letting him slither his tongue in your mouth as your hips shifted in short, jerking motions. He panted hard into your mouth as he feverishly kissed you, warm tongues batting away at each other. His fingers gripped your thighs, fingernails sinking into your skin, hard enough to pierce you as he filled you up, and you could feel yourself stretching around his cock as if you were designed to be fucked by him.

"Oh god, fuck," you whimpered as his lips kissed, teeth nipped, tongue hot and wet as it flicked over a spot on your neck he was all too proud of. Your body was so hot you thought you might light on fire. There was a split second you felt like you couldn't breathe, do anything other than whine and whimper under him but in the next Jerome was dragging his hips upwards, only pausing to catch his own breath and slamming back down onto you once, twice, a third time, using his grip on your thighs to pull you down onto him so that every wriggle only had his member hitting a new spot. Your eyes rolled back, spine bowing up as he rolled his hips with a sinful fluidity, the sound of breathy half-gasped moans flinging themselves from his mouth, and it all culminated into the tightening feeling, deep and harsh from the pit of your stomach to the base of your trembling spine.

"Fucking hell," he grunted. Your mouth was open wide, words of supplication tingling on your tongue, and all you found yourself wanting to say was how much you wanted to touch him, something to bring that mouth back to yours, his skin under your own hands. You wanted to taste the curses he was mouthing and groaning into the air, flick your tongue over the outline of your name and Jerome must have felt the same because you were suddenly being lifted into his lap as if you weighed nothing.

His member was half inside of you as your legs settled comfortably at his sides and he was leaning back enough to kiss at your chest, leaving pecks all around your erect nipples before he reached up and whispered, "Ride me," against your mouth before your lips collided. It was a messy, harsh kiss that tasted of desperation, but it was so intoxicating that your hands moved to cup his face almost instinctively, to keep him from putting an inch of distance between you as you sunk down, slow enough to hear him enter you again.

His hands were possessive and burning on your back, holding you close and tight to his chest as you pulled upwards, trying to mimic the way he slammed down into you earlier as your fingernails bit into his shoulders, using them to lever yourself up and down onto his member with an obscenely wet sound. Your voice was reduced to a series of gasped nonsense sounds and Jerome's hands didn't seem to know where to settle, drifting over your hair, tugging at the strands so his mouth could have better access to the slope of your neck, fingers raking down over your back and ass in short, sharp little bursts that gave a delectable edge to the band of pleasure stretching tight and warm in your stomach.

"I own you, and there's nothing you can fucking do about it, you hear me?" he hissed the question out around heavy, harsh breaths.

"Yes, yes, I'm yours," you breathed out. You were so close, and you knew he was too, especially with the way he was throbbing inside of you. You were surprised that he wasn't telling you to shut your eyes or to stay quiet. The erratic thrusts of his hips were starting to become a little out of tempo as he worked a hand into your hair, twisting and pulling as hard as he dared and the sounds you gave him in return had him all that much closer.

His thighs flexed against your legs and the damp slap of your skin against his as you rolled and bounced against him, leaning backwards just enough for his cock to hit that sweet spot inside of you, and that was all it took. You couldn't even see as you came hard, covering him in your hot essence as you panted breathlessly against his mouth, proud that you didn't scream. He mouthed your name at the end of a rush of guttural, filthy curses, slamming himself up into you as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm.

You clung onto his body for dear life, whining deep from your throat, completely spent as your sweaty bodies pressed into one another. You heard him above as he tried to catch his breath, and then the next thing you knew he pushed you off of him, reaching for the clothes he tossed aside on the floor, and slipping them on in a hurry.

"Well, I'm out, and I'm not coming back," he uttered a puff of a laugh as he buttoned his pants back on, trying to look at you, all dazed, chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing.

Though, the second you heard those words you jolted up, a frown stuck on your face. "Wait what? Why?" you asked, tone filled with worry.

"You didn't keep your eyes shut or be quiet, I tested you, to see if you would listen to those orders, and well you didn't," he shrugged as he finished closing up his pants with the button, chuckling darkly to himself, like he was amused that you didn't choose to listen. Your brows furrowed when you saw him make his way back to the window, and you felt a twinge in your stomach at your words, here you thought everything was going fine when it clearly wasn't. "I wanted to see if it would be worth it, to risk coming here, but looks like it's not," he told you as he shook his head in disappointment. "Sweet dreams, or don't, frankly I don't give a shit."

"Jerome, please I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, how can I-" you started but he was already gone, out the window, your curtains swaying after he left. You slumped back to your bed weakly, whimpering lowly to yourself as you squeezed your thighs together to keep his warmth inside you, never wanting to forget the feeling.