She deserves to die.

She slapped me.

I grunted as my eyes flew open of their own accord, snapping onto her flushed face just as a gush of wetness made her slide deeper over me.

The act of violence turned her on.

Her gaze glittered with malice and lust, riding me with her hands flat on my belly and nails digging into my skin.

Being forced to witness what she did to me broke something inside me. Something I’d always prided myself on. A gentleness that I’d nursed and protected even while my father tried to beat it out of me. I kept people at arm’s length, but those I let close got everything I had.

Olin owned every part of me.

She always would.

But thanks to this bitch, I could never have her.

That dream was gone.

That future destroyed.

Stolen from me.

Forever.

Fuck.

My anger slipped up a notch, licking with flames.

Ms Tallup rode me faster, her breasts bouncing, her thighs spread and hairless pussy devouring my cock.

She’d taken everything good in my world and annihilated it.

She’d decided my fate.

She’d sullied me, defiled me, and ensured I was no longer good enough for someone as pure as Olin.

She’s murdered my one chance at happiness.

My fists curled.

The flames in my heart incinerated my anger, turning it into ash and rage.

How dare she?

How fucking dare she steal everything from me?

How dare she take Olin?

How dare she snuff out my life before I’d had a chance to improve it?

“Fuck me, Gilbert. Don’t just lie there. Fuck me.” Her cheeks glowed a violent red. Her body clutched mine deep inside her, seeking a release.

My own rage answered hers, tightening with sickening hunger for everything to be over.

To stop.

To end.

And the ash and rage switched into black, dripping savagery.

I was past the point of humanity.

Past the point of rationality.

This woman had murdered my only hope and dream.

She’d stolen Olin.

She’ll pay.

Jack-knifing up, I grabbed her and smashed her onto her back.

My cock stayed lodged inside her as I slammed a hand over her mouth, pressing her skull into the mattress with barely restrained fury. “You want me to fuck you, Jane Tallup? Fine. I’ll fuck you.” My hips soared into hers, painfully, mercilessly. “I’ll fucking drive you into the goddamn ground.” The bedframe screamed as I let loose.

Every hatred and depraved, disgusting thought I’d ever had poured out of me as I tried to kill my teacher with sex.

She gasped behind my palm. Her eyes wide and watering with lack of air supply.

I didn’t care.

I honestly didn’t care if she died beneath me.

My flesh crawled as pleasure darted down my back the harder I screwed her. My teeth bared as I dug my knees into the bed and thrust, thrust, thrust.

No thoughts, no barriers, no boundaries.

I hated her.

And that hate was a brutal, blinding thing.

Her breasts jerked with each of my impales.

Her hair tangled beneath her.

Her teeth scraped my palm as her arms fought me.

Her gaze turned chaotic with lust and fear, and even that didn’t stop me.

I pressed her head harder into the mattress, doing my best to crush her. To break her. To crack her skull and be done with it.

She moaned and thrashed, clawing at my wrist.

I merely attacked her harder. “You wanted me. You don’t get to stop me now that you’ve destroyed me.” I buried my face into the crook of her neck as my hips pistoned, over and over. My hand suffocated her as my body squashed hers.

She fought me. She wriggled and squirmed, but I didn’t let up.

I wasn’t myself anymore.

I was the creature she made me, and that filthy knowledge made me want to roar with tragedy.

I was dead already.

I might as well take her with me.

My balls tightened as the first wash of an orgasm ripped into me with needles. Every instinct and sane part of me bellowed to withdraw.

To stop this.

To walk out the door and run.

Run!

But she’d broken me.

She’d turned all the good pieces of me into the thing I’d been terrified of all my life.

I was my father, after all.

And this was a whore.

Just a whore.

Bought and paid to accept a bloodthirsty assault by a brutal beast.

I was no longer human as I drove ever faster, harder. My heart pounded, sweat slicked, and my soul vanished beneath contaminated filth.

And then, I felt it.

Felt the final condemning, life-stealing thing. The sentence to my future, ensuring I would forever walk alone because I didn’t deserve anyone.

Especially Olin.

Fuck...

My fingers dug into my teacher’s cheeks, hoping to draw blood as I stopped fighting the inevitable.

Tallup gasped behind my hand. Her eyes wild. Her face almost purple. But her body jerked and quaked with frenzied release. Her pussy clutched and clenched. Her limbs stiffened. Her back bowed. Her entire body came apart because of what I’d done to her.

She was in ecstasy.

I was in utmost hell.

I was almost sick.

Almost.

But I was lost.

Lost to the rampaging onslaught I reaped.

Lost to the chemical intoxication of Viagra and despair.

And I couldn’t stop.

My own release shot with the most agonising mixture of pleasure and abhorrence. A firing line of grenades and shrapnel, tearing me apart, stripping me into pieces.

Between my legs, up my cock, spilling with fire and brimstone.

Wave after wave of sick, debilitating lust. Spilling into a traitor. Sharing pleasure with an adversary.

I hadn’t finished coming before a wave of bile shot up my throat.

Ripping my body from hers, I barrelled off the bed and barely made it to the bathroom before spewing my guts into the sink.

My body purged.

My cock dripped more cum on the tiles as my stomach rid itself of Viagra and rum all while my heart flogged itself, maimed itself, sought salvation for the destruction I’d caused.

Sliding to my knees, I hugged the vanity as shock began.

My teeth chattered as the full consequences of what I’d done crippled me.

I’d spend my life in jail.

I’d never see Olin again.

I’d always be known as a rapist.

“Get up.”

I hunched, fighting another wave of sickness as Tallup tapped me on the shoulder.

“Get up,” she repeated, stepping into the shower and turning on the hot water.

I didn’t move while she soaped and rinsed, fighting to put myself together again so I could stand and face the police.

Her bare wet feet appeared in my line of vision on the floor as she wrapped a towel around her well-used body. The body I’d tried to suffocate. The vessel I’d tried to murder for what she’d made me become.

Her hand landed on my head, and in some twisted, disgusting way, I looked up to her for guidance. She was my teacher. She was supposed to teach me, help me grow, guide me into adulthood.

Instead, she made me into this.

Tears pricked my eyes as I noticed the red marks I’d left on her mouth from holding her down. Her lips were swollen, and blood glowed from where she’d bitten through.

But instead of horror on her face; instead of marching to the phone to call the police, she smiled loose and satisfied. “Turns out, I didn’t need to teach you how to fuck, Gilbert Clark. You’re a master all on your own.”

I froze.

More bile churned in my belly.

She turned and dropped her towel, striding toward the bed and sitting on it with the slyest, nastiest grin on her face. “Now you know what I like, get back here. We have all night before that Viagra stops working.” She patted the bed. “Come here.”

I shook my head, cursing the burn in my belly. The hunger to obey. The need to come again. And again.