Chapter 45: Not Worthy

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Not Worthy Victoria crawled up his thighs with slow, deliberate grace, her eyes locked on Zayn’s. He still sat on the edge, his cock thick and twitching, still aching from the rough foreplay she had begged for. A thin line of blood traced down her thigh from where his fingers had torn her. She knelt before him. No words. Just the drag of her hands along his thighs. The slow stroke of her tongue up the side of his shaft. Zayn let out a low grunt, his muscles tightening as Victoria took his cock into her mouth, inch by inch. Her tongue moved slowly at first, curling around the thick length of him, tracing his length with practiced ease, as she had done it countless times before. She moaned softly, sending vibrations up his shaft. Her lips closed tightly around him, forming a warm, wet seal that made his breath come out ragged and rough. She sucked gently, teasing the tip, pulling back just to swirl her tongue before taking him in again. Every move made to tempt him, tease him, seduce him. But he didn’t want to be slow. He didn’t want it sweet. His fingers tangled roughly in her hair, gripping hard at the roots. He yanked her head forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, hard, but didn’t stop. He wanted to punish her mouth for everything she said. She loved it. Loved being used. Loved the way he didn’t ask. Didn’t care. Just took. That was her addiction: Zayn’s power and possessiveness. She wanted it all. Zayn’s hips were bucked without rhythm at first, and then he found it, a brutal pace. He fucked her mouth the way he might take an enemy down, he was fast, unrelenting, and unforgiving. Each thrust forced her nose to his skin, burying her face against him as tears gathered in her eyes. She choked, spit dripping down her chin. Her mascara was smudged and smeared. Strings of drool mixed with precum ran from the corners of her mouth, but still, she held on, gripping his thighs tightly, digging her nails in for support. He barely gave her time to breathe, just enough to suck in air before slamming back into her again. The sound of her throat gagging around him, the wet slap of her lips against his base, the mess she made of herself, it was overwhelming. Zayn’s body began to tremble. His thighs locked. He felt it building; the heat, the pressure, and he hated that even now, even with everything, his body still responded like this. His release came fast and violent. A snarl ripped from his chest as his cock twitched deep inside her throat. He groaned loud, his chest heaving as he spilled into her with thick, hot streams of cum hitting the back of her mouth. And with it came the pain. A sharp, stabbing burn shot through his spine and up into his skull, a reminder of everything he’d been through. Years of chains. Of forced control. Of being punished for pleasure. His hands fell away from her head. He barely noticed her swallowing every drop, licking her lips like she was starving. She looked up at him, dazed, flushed, her mouth red and swollen. She smiled. “I could do this forever,” she whispered, with a voice raw and broken. But Zayn didn’t answer. He just stood there, heart pounding, cock still twitching, pain still spreading through his nerves, and he felt nothing. No pleasure, no magic, no orgasm. “I want more,” she whispered, her voice as messy as her body. “Let me take the pain away, Zayn... Let me make you feel good.” She climbed slowly to her feet and turned around, straddling him again. He didn’t stop her this time. He smacked her ass, hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She gasped and then moaned, loving it. “Ride me,” he growled in a commanding voice. She didn’t wait. She slammed herself down onto him as his hands on her waist pulled her down roughly. Pain flared in her core as she stretched to take him, but she welcomed it. She moved on him desperately, her hips grinding in messy circles, chasing friction and closeness and anything that might tether him to her. Zayn grunted beneath her, gripping her waist hard, too hard. His nails dug into her skin until blood came up from under his fingertips. Victoria cried out, but she didn’t stop. She wanted it all. She was addicted to the pain he brought to her. She craved both the pain and the pleasure he gave to her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers tangling into his hair. She rocked faster, whimpering as his cock filled her deep. She leaned forward, pressing her chest to his face. “Bite me again,” she whispered. “Mark me again.” Zayn didn’t answer her plea, he didn’t whisper promises, and more importantly, he didn’t offer softness. Instead, he leaned forward suddenly and caught her nipple between his teeth. He bit down. Hard. Victoria yelped, a sharp, breathless sound, her body jumping in surprise. But the pain only lit her up. She was insatiable. Her moan followed instantly, loud and desperate, her thighs trembling as she shook on his lap. The pleasure spiked through her like lightning. Her hips rolled faster, grinding down on his cock, her juices coating him as she chased friction, craving it. Every movement sent a pulse through her clit where it dragged across his skin. Zayn released her nipple slowly, licking the sting away in slow, cruel laps of his tongue. His eyes didn’t soften, they stayed dark, cold, and hungry. Victoria whimpered, dragging her lips along his throat. She was panting now, wild with heat, every breath drawn like it was her last. Her hands framed his face, her fingers curling around the back of his neck. “I love you like this,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. “Hard. Angry. Real.” He didn’t move. She tilted her head, breath shuddering, and bared her teeth. Her canines had dropped, they were sharp, white, and ready. Her lips hovered over his neck now, her eyes fluttering half-closed, her body quivering from pleasure and need. She angled her mouth toward the curve of his shoulder, toward the spot where a mate mark would seal him to her forever. One breath. One inch closer. And Zayn’s entire body tensed like a spring ready to snap. He felt it the moment her canines descended, the unmistakable sting of mate-heat building in her mouth, about to lock them in something far more permanent. His entire body went rigid. Alerts all over his body and mind. No. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, yanked himself out of her, and threw her off him. Victoria landed on the bed with a startled scream, scrambling back in disbelief. At first, she didn’t understand what had happened, but soon, she felt her heart pulse and her need for him. She stared at him in a wild and angry way. “Zayn?!” He stood up, his chest heaving, his cock still wet from her dripping core, and her blood still on his fingers. “What did you think you were doing?!” he growled. She gasped, baffled at what she had just heard. Her lips trembled. “But... you marked me...” “I marked you because you begged,” he snapped, “because I needed to control the chaos. But it meant nothing.” She blinked at him, stunned. “You promised me!” she whimpered. “We are destined to be together!” “You think that makes you my mate?” he said coldly. “You’re not. You’re not worthy of the title. You never were.” She flinched like he had slapped her. She loved the pain he inflicted upon her, but not this kind. “You’re not her,” he added, voice lowering, jaw clenched. “You never were.” Tears welled in her eyes, hot and fast. She sobbed and felt her trembling lips as she tried to say something, but couldn’t. His words stung too hard. She had to salvage the situation, she had to try. She lunged forward, ready to grasp his hand and beg on her knees. “Zayn-” “No,” He snapped, emotionless, eyes hollow. “I’m leaving,” He said, back facing her as he approached the door, “Before I lose what little patience I have left.” Victoria didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her body trembled from exhaustion, her core still aching, her heart shattered. Zayn had turned his back on her without a second glance and walked out. The door slammed behind him. And Victoria crumbled. Alone. Naked. Rejected. The mark on her neck pulsed, cruel and hollow, a reminder that even bound in blood, she would never truly have him.