Chapter 6

"Mmm, how do you know?" Marlize had no idea what demons were in his head; she could just be feeding his misery addiction. "You think your personal problems are going to mess me up?" That was hilarious, and he buried his face against the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he silently laughed at her. Mark felt a shudder ripple through Marlize's body as he did it, a hand snaking up to her thick tresses, gently pulling her head back so her face was to the sky. "The best thing about rain, about storms…it washes away everything, destroys it," He tipped his own head up, enjoying that rain beating down on him. "Let's us start again." Most of the time.

That was how destruction worked, like burning down a blighted forest…there was mass destruction, yes, but in the end, a new forest would grow.

Untainted.

"If only that were true." Having her hair pulled didn't bother her either, just like being spanked, because it was that little zip of pain Marlize craved. She wanted to feel pain physically so she didn't have to deal with the emotional and mental pain she did on a daily basis. "I'd give anything to be able to start over, to be a completely different person, instead of…" Instead of the shell I am now. Prior to meeting Bradley, Marlize had been very outgoing and full of life, a light, and Bradley had often told her as much. While she was his light, he was very possessive of what he deemed his and he didn't show his true colors, the monster inside, until after they were married. "What about you? What haunts you so much? What problems or feelings need to be washed away for you, Mark?"

If Mark wanted Marlize to open up to him, then he had to do the same with her. It went both ways as her heartrate picked up a notch when another flash of lightning streaked the sky, but this time, she didn't jump from it. This was not that kind of conversation; he preferred it to be entirely one-sided, where she confessed the contents of her soul to him. Not the other way around. He clicked his teeth, closing his eyes as he continued enjoying the rain. Mark was lying, naturally, on some level. Rain only let a person wash away their sins, their regrets, if they LET it and some things…well, some things just couldn't be washed away.

Murderer. That was one of those, Mark heard that voice hissing at him, Jared's mother. Sometimes, he heard Jared himself, knowing it was his guilty conscience giving voice to his own thoughts. The things he tried stuffing down and ignoring. Finally, Mark let his chin drop onto her shoulder, green eyes opening to watch as the waves began pounding the beach. "Everything."

"Even your very existence?" His arms were now wrapped around her as the ocean water began covering their feet since they were on the beach, the storm raging powerfully.

Whatever had him saying these things, whatever pain Mark was holding in himself, was deep-seeded. Just like hers was. It was embedded into him and she could feel it radiating from him, her body relaxing and melting into him the longer he held her on this beach. Slowly, Marlize felt him nod and returned it, resting her hands on top of his instead of trying to pry him away from her. What good would that do? It was obvious he wanted her out of here or he wouldn't have forced her out of the cabin with him.

"I want to feel pain. Physical pain. Because that pales into comparison how horrible mental and emotional pain is. It can't just be washed away, no matter how many storms you stand out in. Some pain just CAN'T be cleansed. I'd rather feel physical pain every day for the rest of my life than…than…than the pain deep inside of me I live with on a daily basis. Constant voices in my head taunting me, haunting me…I just wish I could shut them the fuck up."

That was what the alcohol he now had in spades here was for. To shut everything up, the voices, the pain and regret, the overwhelming guilt that warred constantly with the rage and need to ruin whatever he touched. Mark dropped down into the wet sand, jerking her down with him into his lap and when she tried moving. He swore he heard her mentioning her weight and suddenly remembered she had.

"You are not fat, Marlize." It was stern and he knew he had probably contributed a little to her weight issues, the shame over her body. "You're real." A real woman, not something made of plastic. "With real curves," His palm moved around the curve of that belly she tried hiding, she pulled it in and his response was to bite the side of her throat. A quick nip that had her gasping, but she stopped sucking in that belly at the same time. "And if you want pain…I can give you that."

"W-What do you mean?"

That nip against her throat felt incredible and he did it again, this time in a different spot before pulling back to stare into her already darkening blues. So long, it'd been so long since she'd felt anything like this. Out here, of all places, on the beach with the waves starting to wash over them. Mark didn't seem to mind and Marlize didn't either, moving to where she now straddled him.

"I don't mean I want you to beat the shit out of me, just to be clear, Mark. That's not the kind of pain I'm talking about." Of course he knew what she was referring to and the look in his acidic eyes took her breath away, her finger twisting around his drenched black beard, yanking slightly until their lips were mere inches from each other. "Fuck me right here and now, on this beach, in this raging storm, and maybe we can be cleansed together." Her lips brushed against his, taking a chance, and shuddered as soon as she took the initiative. "Make it hurt, make me forget everything else except what's happening right here with you."

They didn't even have to have sex. Foreplay without penetration was an option because he seriously doubted this woman was on birth control and he was not carrying condoms. Mark was not a firm believer in the pull-out method; he had seen too many men get entrapped that way with a broad they didn't love and a kid they never wanted. Hard pass. It occurred to him, just as he began the descent into madness, that Marlize could easily flip that mood switch on him and change her mind. His cock was beginning to inform him that his brain was a bitch who needed to worry about that later and get them laid because it had been way too long. His answer to her was to grip the back of her neck, kissing her this time and controlling it, feeling her body arching into his as the kiss deepened, becoming more demanding.

Mark didn't need to worry because she was indeed on birth control, the shot to be specific, since pills were not the best. She refused to get pregnant, not yet, and she was only 27 years old, nowhere near ready to be a mother. Her mood switch would flip if he stopped this and neither cared about the rain pounding down on them, the waves getting a little more intense. They weren't drowning them and Marlize kissed him with as much intensity as he poured forth. Moaning in his mouth, her hands caressed his muscular, huge wet chest and didn't care how much sand got into her hair at the moment, getting completely lost in this moment with him.

Never in her wildest dreams did Marlize think she would be having sex with her Uncle's employee in the middle of a severe thunderstorm. It would definitely be a memory that would live with her for the rest of her days, no matter what happened after this. Then Marlize realized what would happen if she did this…Mark would see her completely naked and she tensed, forcing him to break the kiss to look down at her.

You're real with real curves. Sitting up enough to remove her top, Marlize unsnapped her bra and tossed them both to the side before bringing him back down on hers, capturing his mouth in another intense, searing kiss. If he didn't want me, we wouldn't be doing this right now. Maybe he prefers big women like me, I don't know and I just need to shut the hell up and enjoy this.

If she had asked, he would have told her the truth. Mark preferred women, in general. He wouldn't fuck someone who was morbidly obese, but he didn't mind a reasonably thicker woman. Anyone who could kill him with one wrong move because of their body mass, however, was off the table. He had plus-sized and rail-thin models before, women of all sizes. There was something to be said about a woman he didn't have to worry about breaking in half. His eyes dropped to those full, luscious breasts and his mouth was instantly on the move, down her throat and beyond.

Or maybe, it's because you're the only piece of ass available to him. This IS an island and he IS a man. He just wants a hole to fuck.

That's fine, fuck that's fine by me. He can use me all he wants, as long as it feels this fucking good. You're not even half the man Mark is, asshole. Marlize was moaning, melting further into the sand and reached down to start untying the drawstrings of his pajama pants, loosening them to push them down his muscular legs with her feet. She watched as his mouth engulfed one breast and then went to the other, her fingers instantly delving in his soaking wet black tresses, squeezing them between her fingers. "Bite them, make it hurt…" She hissed out as the pain zipped through her from her nipples, though he hadn't done it enough to bite them off completely. THAT would've sucked and would've ended this damn quick. No, Mark knew the exact right amount of pressure to put on his teeth on her body and she waited until he was done with her breasts before pushing him back. "Not in this position, peach…" Smirking, Marlize undressed the rest of the way in front of him, showing her small strip on her pussy before turning to get on all fours in the stand with her backside facing him. "Don't worry, I'm on birth control, now give me the pain I crave, please…" Lightning and thunder flowed over her and she was no longer afraid of the storm, feeling him come up behind her and buried his fingers in her hair, fully in control. Do it, please give it to me hard and rough, make it HURT!

Dripping and not just from the rain, his eyes narrowed in on Marlize, a wicked smirk curving his lips as he purposefully slapped one cheek. It gave a very satisfying jiggle that had him wanting to do it again, able to enjoy it properly now that she wasn't hiding beneath those clothes. He did it again, twice, sharp enough to sting, hard enough to leave a red welt in the shape of his hand. Mark grabbed that cheek, knowing it definitely hurt and squeezed, letting out a growl.

The other side looked awfully…normal, and he paid it the same attention, making sure to even out the light welts and rather dark red he left on each cheek. Tomorrow, sitting down would probably be a little rough. She was practically gushing now, he could see her juices steadily making their way down each of her thighs and he was tempted to bury his face between her legs, just to see how she tasted. Pain did not have to be slaps and bites, it could also be from denying gratification too.

"I want you to sit on my face." When she shook her head, denying him, he slapped her backside again, harder this time. "That was NOT a request."

Marlize gasped when Mark literally crawled beneath her between her spread legs until her eyes locked with him and then gripped her hips, yanking her to where her pussy was literally on his mouth. "Oh fuck!"

No man, not even her ex-husband, had made her do this before, especially not in the middle of a severe storm. The taste of her with the rain was apparently exquisite and Mark feasted on her, driving her absolutely crazy. Slowly, Marlize began grinding on his mouth, that beard adding to the sensation of this moment.

"Oh god, oh fuck…" That felt so damn good, the fire inside of her raging almost as powerful as the storm surrounding them and it wasn't letting up any time soon. "Mark!" She cried out his name the moment that long, slick tongue slid inside of her.

Beginning to move again, her hands moved to massage her breasts in front of him, plucking her nipples and all. Marlize may not have enjoyed her diet of salad and fruits; he didn't agree with all salads at all, but the fruit…had enhanced her natural taste, giving her ambrosia an even sweeter taste that was addicting. It was like his nicotine, his brain was now chemically wired to this taste, to the sounds she was making, though she wasn't fully sitting on him. Mark gripped her hips and pulled her down until he could barely breathe, ignoring how her moans turned into protest.

"Shut the fuck up!" He ordered darkly, loud enough for her to hear before biting on her inner thigh and then going right back to his feasting, his long tongue seeking out every last bit of her liquid gold, feeling her finally letting go and grinding down on his face. Good girl.

He'd back off when he felt her walls beginning to milk his tongue, knowing damn well what was coming. Her movements would also become a little unsteady, like Marlize was losing her rhythm to the impending orgasm, so he'd stop, make her cool down and then do it again. Mark had no idea how long he kept tormenting her before she started crying out, hearing the desperation to climax in her tone.

Pain of the most exquisite kind flowed over her and Marlize couldn't catch her breath, her mouth hanging open as her face stared up at the cloudy sky, more lightning flashing through the sky and those monstrous looking clouds. Her thighs were trembling and her knees dug further into the sand as she kept grinding on his mouth, having found a rhythm. However, Mark stopped her, allowing her to cool down and that orgasm, just teetering on the edge, slowly began to vanish, only for him to start up again.

Over and over…she lost count how many times Mark had stopped to give her that breathing space and then started feasting on her quivering sex all over again. When he eventually let her climax, it was going to be explosive and hurt just the way Marlize wanted it too. There was zero love with this, it was all about lust and need.

I'm going to pass the fuck out at this rate, he'll have to fuck me while I'm unconscious!

Or maybe he'd fuck her to that brink and deny her that orgasm, that was also a possibility. There was nothing like a case of blue balls, or violet vulva in her case, to really bring the pain. She'd probably kill him and he would deserve it. Finally, Mark pushed her off of him and lay there catching his breath and licking his lips, turning his head to watch her struggle to breathe, maybe not cry. He bet that sucked, being denied all those opportunities to climax.

Before she could say a word, however, once it looked like Marlize had regained use of her tongue, he was on his knees, dragging her back into him. One massive hand went between her shoulder blades, forcing her down while he nudged her legs apart with his knee. Not even two seconds later, he drove the entire length of his cock into her welcoming, desperate, dripping sex, without being gentle. Mark was giving her what she had begged for, brutality and pain, though not enough to harm her in any way Marlize wouldn't enjoy.

His name echoed out of her mouth repeatedly, mixing perfectly with the thunder and lightning, the rain pouring even harder down on them with the waves raging behind, soaking them every minute or so. It didn't deter Mark at all as he pounded in and out of her, Marlize meeting him for every thrust he gave her. By the time they finished, Mark indeed did not let her climax and he didn't either, both holding onto that exquisite pain, denying each other what they ultimately wanted.

As much as Marlize wanted to kill him, Mark had given her exactly what she wanted, what they both wanted, and she wound up going to her bedroom to finish the job herself, soaking wet from the rain. Tears poured from her eyes when she finally did get that intense release. If only it had been with Mark, but something told her he had held back and finished himself instead of cumming inside of her. For the first time in two years or so, Marlize slept harder than she ever had in her life, completely naked at that.

Damn right he had.

Mark didn't care what she had said about birth control, he knew better. Hell, fucking without a condom was just stupid, period. Marlize could have had something or, for all she knew, he could have. He hadn't really been thinking about any of that, however, finishing himself off in the shower with a growl. It was nowhere near as satisfying as it would have been if he had exploded in her. Those bouncing cheeks, the way she tasted…he closed his eyes as he remembered every last bit of the night, finally managing to get himself off in the lesser preferred way. He made his way to bed afterwards and dropped down face first.

His last thought before succumbing to sleep was: Should've came in her…would've been way better.