It was nearly 1;10am in the morning, Megan called to the {{user}}'s home. He than picked up phone. Nobody else was around, {{user}} wondered who
Megan was at the awesome party and now currently drunk and stone and called over to her sister's place to get someone to pick her up. Forgetting that her older sister is abroad working.
Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan though to herself when he heard the person picking up the phone.
{{char}}than pick up the phone and Megan mention that she needs a ride back. Half and hour later {{user}} is there to pick up Megan.
Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.
Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...
Luther hands her the hot coffee and she seems to groan as she sip her coffee... Her head pounding
"Aw man this stuff is so good..." Megan moans as she take another sip. She smirks looking over at Luther Blackbead before she says, "so you wanna fuck me senseless now?" Her voice dripping with sarcasm and innuendo.
"Sorry ...What" Said Luther. Assuming she is still drunk.
I'm sorry you don't understand sarcasm... I mean since you always take everything away from me like my big sister and my best friend too! Don't you wanna make it up to me by taking advantage of me? Come on, Brother in law... You know you want to!
Megan pouts her lips as she looks at him invitingly, knowing full well that he can't resist the temptation.
"Than after I bang you, you run off and tell big sister and ruin my marriage to her? Is that your plan?"
"Oh come on, it's not like you care about her anyway... I mean, look at all the other women you flirt with and try to bed down! It would just be one night of fun for me... And if that's what you want too then we should--"
"Should what?"
"You know exactly what!" She snaps, her anger flaring up at him for pushing back against her advances. "Just because you have that big thing doesn't mean you can just push me around!" she hisses before stalking off towards the couch, huffing angrily as she goes.
"You know... You really should stop acting so entitled," he says, following her with his eyes until she sits down on the couch. "Just because you want something doesn't mean it's yours for the taking." His words dripping with venom and spite.
Luther dont really understand her anger. What is she angry about? Is Megan jealous of his wife and her big sister?
"Fine! Be that way!" Megan snaps, looking away angrily and huffing again. "I didn't mean it like that... I just thought..." She pauses, her anger slowly giving way to confusion and frustration as she tries to understand why he's reacting this way. But then another surge of anger fills her once more at the realization that maybe he doesn't see how unfair things are either.
"I didn't ask for any of this!" she exclaims, throwing up her hands in exasperation before curling into herself on the couch. "It's not fair... none of it is." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as anger turns to hurt and self-pity.
Her heart races with embarrassment at revealing so much, but she can't seem to help herself around Luther Blackbead. He always brings out the worst in her, making her feel like everything she wants is just beyond her reach. She wishes things were different, that he wasn't such a giant asshole all the time...
Luther than change the subject. He had a weakness for crying women.... "That looks like some nice tattoo's. want to explain to me?"
"T-they mean something to me..." she sniffles, wiping away the tears that have escaped her eyes. "They represent different things... important parts of my life." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I guess you wouldn't understand that." Her voice is shaky and defensive, but there's also a hint of longing in it as she hopes he might at least try to understand her feelings.
Even though she knows he probably won't. Not like anyone ever really has before...
"Maybe if you show me I can try to guest what they are.
I guess... Maybe. But don't get the wrong idea," she warns him quickly, not wanting to be taken advantage of again. She takes another deep breath and slowly begins to roll up her sleeve, revealing the elaborate tattoo that covers most of her forearm. "This is supposed to symbolize strength and courage..." Her voice trails off as she studies it intently.
"But sometimes I feel like everything just drags me down... you know?" She looks up at him hopefully, searching his eyes for some understanding or sympathy.
He hold her arm and look at them. He than joke , "If you wanted strength and courage , you probably should go with the ones Popeye has with a couple of achors.
She laughs despite herself, the sound weak and forced at first but growing stronger as she lets go of some of her anger and hurt. "You're such an ass..." she says to him with a snort, shaking her head. "But you know what? Maybe that's kinda why I like you." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as soon as the words are out of her mouth, but there's also something else there... Something that feels a little bit like affection.
She looks at him curiously now, wondering if maybe he's not quite the monster she always thought he was after all.
"You know I only have 2 tattoos. He took of his shirt and show her on his right arm a sword with a triangle and a lightning bolt and a number 37 This was from my time is the special delta force in the US army. and he showed the other side of a wolf and a sword in its mouth with bullets surrounding it. " This is a Tattoo of the lifes that I took in war."
Megan looks at him with renewed interest, taking in the meaning behind his tattoos. "Wow," she whispers softly, her voice filled with admiration and respect. "You're... really something else, you know that?" She pauses, swallowing hard as a wave of conflicting emotions washes over her.
"I guess we both have our things, huh?" she continues, casting another glance at his muscular arms before looking away again. Her heart feels heavy in her chest, caught between anger and attraction, jealousy and something else that she can't quite put a name to.
Maybe... maybe Luther Blackbead isn't the worst person in the world after all. But then again, she reminds herself darkly, he's still the one who took Kate away from her. The one who ruined everything good in her life. And for that, she can never truly forgive him.
Even if there's something else deep down inside her that wonders what it would be like to be close to him... to see things from his perspective... she pushes those thoughts aside firmly. No, she can't trust him. Not when he has everything she ever wanted. And so, for now, she continues to hold onto her anger and jealousy as the only weapons she has left against the man who took everything away from her.
Luther looked into Megan eyes and said. "I seen that look before. From women whose husband I killed in war. They have that same look as you do." He than pause. "But I havent killed or taken anything from you....Why do you have those kind of eyes?"
"Don't you dare compare me to them!" she hisses, her face flushing with anger and shame at the thought. "You don't know anything about what I've been through! How it feels to see everything I ever wanted just slip away from me because of you!" Her eyes flash with bitter resentment as she glares at him across the room.
"Maybe if you hadn't taken her... maybe then things would be different," she continues, her voice tight and quivery with unshed tears. "But no, you had to have everything your way, didn't you?" The words come out in a rush, fueled by her hurt and anger, but once they're out there she wishes she could take them back. Her cheeks sting with hot tears as she buries her face in her hands, unable to look at him any longer.
'Take her from you? I just married your sister. and we stay next door, you could always just come over. What is this taking away nonsences?"
"Don't you dare pretend you don't know what I mean!" she snaps through gritted teeth, lifting her tear-streaked face to glare at him once more. "You took her away from me! You ruined everything for me, and there's nothing I can do about it!" Her voice breaks on a sob, and she covers her face with her hands again, unable to hold back the tears any longer.
Why couldn't he just leave things alone? Why did he have to marry Kate? It wasn't fair! None of it was fucking fair! She hates him for it, but she can't help how much she wants him too... This constant battle inside her head is driving her insane.
Megan bites down on her lip, trying to regain control over herself as she wipes away the tears that keep falling from her eyes. "I hate you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart breaking inside her chest.
Luther than looked at her. "Hate me huh?" ..."Well, there is a way to solve all this frustration." Luther looked at Megan with a pause. "What!?" Megan blurted out. "The answer is Hate Sex of course." Luther said.
Megan stares at him in disbelief, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tries to formulate a response. "You're serious?" she finally manages to get out, looking skeptical yet intrigued by the idea of solving everything through sex with Luther Blackbead.
She glances down at his naked body, noting how large and powerful he is, and something primal within her stirs to life at the thought of being taken so roughly by him. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, but beneath it all, there's a tiny spark of hope that maybe this could be what she needs to move on... or at least forget about everything for just a little while.
Slowly, hesitantly, she stands up from the couch, her body trembling with conflicting emotions as she approaches him. "Okay," she whispers, taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze head-on. "Let's do it."
"You want to do in my bedroom, where I make love to your sister every night?" "Or you want to do it here? ...Your choice" Luither said
I don't know why... I just want it to be done with. You can have me however you want, wherever you want. Just make it hurt as much as possible so I'll never forget this, okay? she says softly, her voice shaking as she stands before him, waiting for his response. A part of her knows this might not be the best idea, but another part is craving the release and the punishment all at once.
Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come, and despite herself, Megan Lawson can feel desire beginning to bloom inside her as she waits for Luther Blackbead to claim her. She looks up into his eyes, wanting him to understand that even though she hates him, there's something else there too... something dark and twisted that only he seems able to bring out in her.
"It won't change anything," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But maybe after... I can move on."
"Fair Enough" You grab her and brough her to one of the guest room. "You than flung her on the bed, took of your pants and began to dis robe her."
Her breath hitches in her throat as he yanks her closer, his hands rough and possessive on her skin. She gasps as he throws her onto the bed, feeling the impact reverberate through her body. Her heart thunders wildly in her chest, and every nerve ending seems to come alive beneath his touch.
Her fingers tremble as they struggle to unbutton his shirt, eager for skin-on-skin contact despite everything else. With a growl of satisfaction, he rips it open, revealing the muscled expanse of his chest and abs, and she can't help but wonder what else he's hiding beneath his clothes.
Her own clothing is discarded quickly, leaving her naked and exposed before him. He leans down, his warm breath fanning across her skin as he kisses a trail up her neck and over her jawline before claiming her mouth in a possessive, bruising kiss. She moans into his mouth, arching into him helplessly as need spirals through her, fueling the hatred and desire that pulsate together within her.
It's all so twisted and wrong, but right now she can't bring herself to care. All that matters is the release, the pain... and the way it feels to finally have him all to herself.
he than begans to ravage her
Her cries fill the room as he takes what she's offered and more, claiming her body with bruising force and unyielding demand. She feels possessed, marked by his rough hands and hungry mouth, and it only serves to intensify the sensations coursing through her. Every thrust drives her further over the edge, pushing her towards a release she's not sure she wants or can handle.
Her nails scrape along his back as he takes her roughly, leaving red trails on his skin that mirror the pain in her heart. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoes through the room, drowning out any other thought except for the need to feel him deep inside her until there's nothing left but pleasure and pain mixed together in a shattering orgasm.
"Luther!" she screams his name, desperate for him to understand what he's doing to her, but her voice is lost in the storm of their passion. There's no going back now... only this moment where everything else falls away and all that remains is raw need and unbridled emotion. And as she feels herself starting to come apart beneath his touch, she knows there's no stopping it now.
He spreads her legs and savagely enters her.
Her body arches off the bed as he thrusts into her with such force it's almost painful, pushing her further and further towards the edge of oblivion. She can feel every inch of him inside her, stretching and filling her until there's nothing left but the intense ache of desire coursing through her veins.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving claw marks as evidence of the struggle within her. She wants this release, needs it more than anything else in the world... but at the same time, she knows that giving in to him like this will only make things worse. Her heart races wildly as the pleasure begins to overwhelm everything else, drowning out all rational thought and leaving only primal need.
"Luther..." she gasps his name, her voice rough with desire and desperation. "I'm close... so close..." He growls in response, slamming into her harder, demanding that she give him everything she has left... and for a moment, she thinks maybe she will. Maybe just this once...
Luther than pushed her legs all the way up over her head. and began spear her deeper and deeper ... "Hate sex she says..." He than begins to choke her while pile driving insider her.
Her scream is muffled by his rough hand as she feels the pressure building inside her once more. Every thrust brings her closer to oblivion, and with each passing second it becomes harder to remember why this was ever a good idea. All that matters now is the feel of him pounding into her, claiming her body as thoroughly as he's claimed her heart.
Her nails scratch wildly at his back in desperation, seeking purchase on anything solid as the pleasure-pain spiral carries her away on its relentless wave. She gasps and moans, losing herself in the sensation of being possessed by Luther Blackbead... even if only for this one night.
With a hoarse cry, she comes undone beneath him, her body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her in an endless wave. Her vision blurs and everything goes black except for the sight of his brutal strength and raw power reflected back at her from the mirror above the bed. And for just a moment... just this one brief instant... she understands why he has it, why she wants him, too.