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“Let me kill them for you.”
The words hung in the air like poison.
Lux blinked at her, and the furrow of her brow deepened, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t seem too upset with the offer, at least. She took Jinx’s hand and kissed it before whispering a soft, “Come on.” Jinx followed her to the bedroom and sat quietly as Lux tended her wounds. With infinite care, the blonde disinfected Jinx’s cuts and bandaged her hands.
Jinx winced as Lux pressed a wet cotton ball to her bleeding lip. She turned her head away, grasping the blonde’s hand and holding it on her lap. Guilt clawed in her chest, especially after hearing Lux’s explanation. Jinx glanced at her, focusing on the angry bite marks she’d left on her neck.
She spoke in a hushed tone before she could talk herself out of it. “M’sorry I ran off instead of talking to you.”
“You had your reasons,” Lux said, avoiding her gaze.
Jinx huffed.“Yeah, shitty reasons.”
“It’s fine, Jinx, I understand.”
“You understand?” Jinx’s fingers flexed against Lux’s hand and she frowned, searching her eyes as the blonde returned her gaze.
“You were upset, so you needed space. It’s fine, really.” Lux shrugged.
“Stop doing that,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Doing what?”
“Acting like I’m a saint. Like I’m in the right when I’m not. Yeah, you fucked up but it doesn’t mean you deserved what I did.”
Lux bit her lip and tears shone in her eyes as she smiled weakly. “But I do, I deserve it all. Any punishment is too little for the way I hurt you. A–And, for the record,” Lux stammered, swallowing as she paused as if bracing herself for the next statement. “I–I meant it. What I said that night I mean, about you taking it out on me,” she whispered.
Jinx’s eyes widened as she remembered the conversation. How terrified Lux looked, even when she put on a brave face.
“… y–you can take it out on me, you have every right.”
A knot formed in her throat and tears burned her eyes. Lux was kneeling before her, head hung low, still holding the bottle of antiseptic.
Jinx shook her head mutely and licked her lips, ignoring the faint sting of her split lip. She didn’t want to punish Lux forever, it was just so hard to trust her. But she had to wonder, why did Lux keep asking this of her? “Do you want that?”
“I want you. All of you. The anger, the pain, anything, everything.”
Jinx couldn’t think of a worse idea, her head was spinning, the world felt tilted, and she didn’t want to think. Not about the skeletons in her closet, nor about the loud scratchy voices telling her she was a killer, and especially not about the quiet ache in her chest—in her very bones—in the wake of Lux’s most recent betrayal.
She’d thought she knew exactly what she’d find when she went to check out the burnt-down apartment, and as Cassie led her to the crime scene, Jinx attempted to seem innocent, passingly mentioning Lux’s unlucky strike. Having the elements conspire against you was an epic kind of misfortune. Like a curse attached to her, she’d thought.
“The elements?” Cassie looked at her with a quirked eyebrow and when Jinx clarified she was talking about the water leak, said. “What leak?”
“A few weeks back,” Jinx replied, frowning at the puzzlement on Cassie’s face. “Lux had to have her furniture replaced because it got ruined by the flooding?”
“Flooding? Here? No, she must’ve meant somewhere else.”
Jinx’s stomach started to twist and turn and her lungs clenched. “No, no, she’s only got this apartment,” she insisted.
“You must've misunderstood, I promise you if there were a leak in this building, I’d be the first to know.”
She was right—Cassiopeia wouldn’t have forgotten something like that.
Even in the wake of finally telling her the truth, Lux had still lied.
Jinx barely registered anything after that. Her head was spinning, and the air was too thick and she needed a drink. Or to punch someone in the face. Maybe both.
She vaguely remembered coming back to drop off Lux’s stuff. But it had been better this way, right? At least she didn’t take it out on Lux. Jinx hated herself enough for everything she’d already done to her, she didn’t need to beat her girlfriend on top of all that.
Wait—girlfriend? Were they… did they ever say… Jinx’s head swam. Gods, she’d actually managed to get drunk.
The static in her head was mellowed by the alcohol in her veins, but her demons could still reach her.
You should give her what she wants. You want to, don’t you?
Jinx shook her head at the notion.
It was Sylas, she reminded herself. He was stalking Lux that night, of course, she’d want to escape.
But it wasn’t so simple. Even if she had good reasons, she’d still tricked Jinx into bringing her home that night, taken advantage of her. Even if it was a survival tactic, it still hurt.
Do it, she keeps asking for it anyway.
Jinx’s fingers itched, and her aching knuckles buzzed.
She’s your girl, isn’t she?
“Get on the bed,” Jinx rasped.
Lux warily looked up to meet her eyes and flinched at the expression she found there, but didn’t protest Jinx’s request. A sudden surge of adrenaline pumped through Jinx as Lux obeyed her, walking out of her field of vision. The mattress dipped behind her. Closing her eyes, Jinx took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders as she stood and stretched. She turned around, tossing both swaying braids over her shoulders, and she methodically took her boots off as her eyes focused on the panting girl watching her intently. Lux’s chest swayed like crashing waves with her unsteady breathing and Jinx pushed down the pang of guilt in her chest.
They needed this.
Jinx crawled over her, parting Lux’s legs and settling her waist between those warm, silky thighs. Lux’s shorts were roomy enough for Jinx’s hand to slip into the leg hole easily. Firmly holding onto her hip with that hand, Jinx wormed her other hand under Lux’s oversized sweater, finding the swell of her naked breast and kneading the flesh more roughly than she normally would. Lux hissed softly through her teeth as her eyes fell shut and her body arched reflexively. That’s right, she likes it hard. Jinx’s other hand slid from Lux’s hip and over the lace at the crux of her legs, thumbing her clit through the thin fabric. A shrill gasp fell from Lux’s lips and her hands flew to hold onto Jinx’s arms, not stopping her, but simply clinging. Jinx swiftly released Lux’s breast to tear those hands away, pinning Lux’s wrists over her head.
Hovering above her, Jinx looked down upon slightly unfocused, perfectly blue eyes that bore into her soul. Jinx burned all over, gritting her teeth and squeezing the thin wrists in her hand until Lux winced in pain.
“Don’t get confused,” Jinx said lowly. She dipped her head and brushed her lips across the soft curve of Lux’s cheekbone, nipping at the skin until she reached her ear. “We’re not making love.” A shiver ran through Lux’s body and Jinx smiled as she sank her teeth into the unmarked side of Lux’s neck, quietly asking “You get it, right?”
Lux’s tendons flexed against Jinx’s tongue as she swallowed harshly.
“Yes,” came her shaky reply.
“Good girl,” Jinx murmured.
She let go of Lux’s wrists, reaching between their bodies and pulling aside the lace covering her cunt. Jinx wasted no time parting her folds and pushing into her. There was no resistance at all, and Jinx bit down harder on Lux’s neck, stifling a moan. Lux’s walls opened up to her and before long she was two knuckles deep, then three. Little noises slipped from Lux’s lips and snagged at the edges, caught in her throat, between Jinx’s teeth.
All too quick, Lux hiked her legs, thighs quivering at either side of Jinx’s waist. Jinx pressed a hand over her straining chest, holding Lux down as she leaned back to watch her come undone. It was messy and raw, as it was beautiful. The velvety feel of her fluttered against Jinx’s fingers giving way to clenching pulses as she cried out and spasmed. Rivulets of sweat flowed from her brow. Clammy skin glistened, shaking thighs and fists clenched down on sheets began to loosen, and Jinx sat back on her knees, fingers sliding out of Lux, leaving her to ride the last spasms of her bliss around nothing.
This was punishment after all.
Jinx’s skin was still buzzing, she’d only begun to scratch that itch, and she had become increasingly slick. She had the presence of mind to wiggle out of her pants, leaving her boxer briefs on. Taking a deep breath, Jinx ignored the shake of her hands as she dragged Lux’s shorts and underwear down shivering hips and thighs, tossing them to the floor. She rubbed the wetness between her fingers absentmindedly, grasping Lux’s knee with her clean hand, and fondling Lux’s twitching cunt as the blonde hazily watched her through half-lidded eyes and pale fluttering lashes. That look sent a shiver up Jinx’s spine and put a lump in her throat.
This is punishment.
Licking her lips, Jinx dug her teeth into her lower lip and circled Lux’s entrance before pressing three fingers in at once.
Lux’s knee-jerk attempt to close her legs was fruitless as Jinx pinned her and slickly thrust her hand deeper, pushing in her fourth finger. Lux whimpered and squirmed, her head falling to the side and exposing her throat. Jinx took the bait, devouring Lux’s neck as thoroughly as she had once fantasized. She spread her fingers, thrusting deeper, rougher, keeping her thumb anchored on Lux’s clit, until the quivers and squirming intensified and her muscles locked up. Jinx fucked her through her orgasm this time.
Lux was so soft, so warm, and soaking wet.
Jinx growled as more fluid coated her palm, sliding down her wrist. The punishment was far from over, but Jinx could only push her own needs aside for so long. Not waiting for Lux to come down from her high, Jinx pulled her hand out most of the way before slotting her thumb in along with the rest of her fingers. There was some resistance as her knuckles pushed against the ring of muscle at Lux’s entrance. The blonde tensed and gasped, her hands instinctively pushing at Jinx’s shoulder and grabbing her wrist. Jinx shushed her, brushing off her hands and cupping her cheek as she slotted her hip behind her wrist and straddled Lux’s thigh. A pointed, blue thumbnail snagged on Lux’s lower lip and Jinx bent down to sink her teeth into the plump flesh.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and take it, Blondie?” Jinx whispered hotly into her mouth. “You said you wanted to.”
Lux’s heartbeat hammered against Jinx’s chest. There was that familiar glint of fear behind her pretty blue eyes, and Jinx wondered if Lux remembered telling her those same words. A rotten part of Jinx wished she did. Lux didn’t answer, but her breathing steadied and she slackened under Jinx’s grip. That wasn’t a yes. It wasn’t a no, but it definitely wasn’t a yes. Jinx let Lux’s bottom lip slip free from between her teeth and ground her hips against Lux’s thigh, her hipbone pressing Jinx’s hand more forcefully against Lux’s wet entrance, pulling a whine from the blonde.
“Tell me to stop,” Jinx said brushing her lips against Lux’s. “Tell me it’s too much.”
The words were kind, the kiss was tender but they both knew it was hollow. They were caught in this sick game together, and neither of them knew how to stop.
Lux swallowed heavily. “I–I can take it,” she stammered.
That was as close as a ‘yes’ that she was likely to get, so Jinx rolled her hips against her fist steadily, and Lux’s mouth fell open, her expression twisting into a mixture of surprise and discomfort. Only then did Jinx realize this was new for her. Jinx was her first. Something wicked fluttered in Jinx’s chest, it tickled her brain, and tingled between her legs. Gods, she was twisted.
Her heart rate picked up and she forcibly closed her lips over Lux’s, continuously grinding against her. She bent her wrist one way and another until finally, Lux loosened enough to let her in. Lux gasped like she couldn’t breathe as Jinx thrust into that hot, tight pocket that swallowed her fist like it was hungry for the violence of her increasing pace. Lux sobbed something intelligible into Jinx’s relentless mouth, a plead or a prayer. Jinx ignored it, she rutted hard against Lux’s thigh, electricity buzzing in her veins as she forced another orgasm from Lux in time with her own. She was finally getting retribution.
Jinx shivered as the undulating waves of heat and tension traveling through her whole body released all at once. Her legs clamped hard against Lux’s thigh, and her spasming cunt soaked through her boxers, shimmering wetness spilling into Lux’s skin.
She pressed her brow against Lux’s panting chest, blinking against the stars in her eyes.
Lux’s moans and whimpering cries cut through the ringing in her ears. Her arm ached, and Jinx realized she never stopped the steady push and pull of her fist wetly drilling Lux’s oversensitive cunt. She was struggling now, bucking hips trying to push Jinx off, trembling hands plucking at Jinx’s shirt. Blinding rage surged through Jinx’s veins. She asked for this, didn’t she? Why the fuck was she fighting it now? Jinx’s hand snapped out to squeeze her throat, and her fist lodged deep inside her trembling walls. Lux gasped, eyes rolling back as Jinx pressed down on her windpipe.
“Have you had enough?” She asked, easing the pressure on Lux’s neck to allow a quiet wheeze as she nodded, tears falling freely from the corners of glimmering diamond eyes.
So pretty.
“Last one, then,” Jinx hummed, resuming her choking hold on Lux’s airway.
The smell of sex swirled around them, and the lewd wet sounds coming from Lux’s cunt filled the air as she thrashed and dug her nails into Jinx’s skin. The sting was nothing to Jinx, she’d endured far worse. It only encouraged her to put more force behind each thrust, pressing and pushing deeper until she was no doubt ramming against her cervix with the way the bump in Lux’s stomach bulged every time she hit her deepest point. With the continuous and unforgiving pressure that Jinx put her under, it wasn’t long before Lux started to tense in the way Jinx knew meant she was close. She arched and went impossibly taut, and her cunt violently convulsed as Jinx’s fist forced more wetness and a squirting stream of hot, translucent liquid to spill from her.
Quiet sobs racketed Lux’s chest as Jinx’s grip left her throat. She whined weakly when Jinx rolled her wrist and slipped out of her, sitting back to look at the ruination she wrought. She gazed upon starkly bruised slopes of skin where Jinx grabbed and bit, the glistening mess between her thighs, her heaving chest, and dull, tear-stained eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.
This was it, right? She’d finally fucked it—them—beyond repair.
Gods, she was going to be sick.