Page 17 of Monstrous Grave

A smirk spreads on my lips, soon overtaking my pleasure as I continue stroking my dick, craving the pain mixed with pleasure. I’m thrusting my cock into the panties wrapped around it, rocking my hips faster as my balls tighten with the need to come. With one look down at the blood I drew from her flesh, I picture her spread open, at my mercy and begging me to save her. But I won’t. Oh, how I wouldn’t save her.

Her scent envelops the space, and I inhale it, only now acknowledging how comforting it feels. That coupled with the sensation of her panties wrapped tightly around my throbbing length has me pumping my cock even harder. Soon, pleasure wreaks havoc over me, plunging me over the edge of madness as I come in her panties, ensuring that the fabric absorbs every drop.

I’m a little breathless by the time I’m done, not fully satisfied yet knowing I have to get going.

There’s a little devil awaiting punishment, and I thrive in the anticipation of the fear I’ll instill.

Discarding her panties in a secluded corner, far away from her unsuspecting gaze, I slip through the unlocked window and meld into the shadows once more, biding my time until the effects of her sleeping pills in her system wear off.

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Trees surround me as I stare at her delicate figure standing in the kitchen, biting her lip with a determined expression that instantly sends fire roaring through my veins, raging and fighting the urges within the beast inside me. My gaze fixates on her with such intensity that I half expect the window to explode into hundreds of broken shards under the weight of my piercing glare.

Her eyes, a unique blend of azure and cobalt, reminiscent of a tranquil ocean, hold flickers of warmth that transform into a fit of raging anger, coursing through the nerves zipping through my brain.

The ebb and flow of emotions within those orbs create a mesmerizing dance, and as her gaze falls upon the windowpane, her face visibly drains of color. A delicately, vulnerable hue that makes my blood scorching hot, fighting the urge to break inside her apartment once again, if only to feel those very eyes bestow upon me.

Such a beautiful, fucking delicate thing, terrified of the words written on the glass.

She’s a deer caught in the headlights on the Autobahn, needing to flee but unable to. If they freeze, the predators won’t see them, right? But that’s all wrong. There is no saving those deer on the road, nor is there any saving her from me.

There never was. Especially not now when I’ve gotten my chance to see the blood trickle from her and feel her close to me.

She comes closer to the window, her short platinum hair brushing against her shoulders. Everything about her draws me in, like a moth to a flame.

Her figure defies the ideals in this world, and that’s exactly what makes her so irresistible, from her not-so-flat stomach to her thighs and generous curves. Her face, devoid of any makeup, is beautiful no matter the flaws, and the lines in her face are a masterpiece waiting to be explored. She stands at my height, eye to eye, at five feet ten inches.

Observing her leaves a physical craving within my body, making me unable to move, transfixed by her sheer aura. The terror is evident on her face, and a smile stretches my lips as I observe her. She’s completely oblivious to the fact that I’m out here, staring at her, having been following her for days.

Having her panties wrapped around my cock.

Despite being an intelligent woman, she sure as fuck isn’t very smart when it comes to her own safety. It infuriates me to see her overlook potential threats, knowing that other predators can zone in on her, stealing what’s mine.

Now, she’s looking out the window, obviously not seeing anything, which has her turning her back to me with a small huff that makes her eyebrows scrunch.

Cute.

Making my way through the trees, I round the corner to get a better view of her when she enters her bedroom again. Through the creaks in the curtain, I notice her unsteady legs, trembling with the fright that must be paralyzing her.

I’m once again hidden away in the darkness, not ready to reveal myself to her just yet. A thunder rumbles through the sky which has her figure tensing in distress. Personally, I fucking love the mayhem and chaos that comes with nature’s eruption in the sky.

She stands before the mirror, taking in her appearance. The beautiful slice marring her flesh, creating a crimson hue of something wonderful, meets my gaze as I look in the mirror’s reflection along with her. She still doesn’t know that I’m here, and that makes something spark within me, a potent desire and yearning to hold her and have her close to me again. The need is so overwhelming that it feels as if my insides are on the verge of tearing apart, consumed by a torrent of visceral sensations, and I feel my cock twitching. Touching myself in her presence was far from enough.

I retrieve the knife tucked into my jacket pocket, feeling its weight in my leather-gloved hand. My gaze locks onto the crimson liquid gleaming across the silver surface, and I find myself fixated, consumed by an obsession. I crave her fucking blood and agony like a parched wanderer seeking an oasis in the desert.

Why didn’t she obey the orders to meet me? Anger seeps through my bones at the thought of it, and I cling to the memory of her whimpering in her sleep as I let my knife glide against her back. The mere thought satiates my thirst, the same torrent of emotions erupting inside me like an active volcano.

For too fucking long I’ve wanted her, watched her from the shadows.

Now, it’s finally time for retribution.

I grab my phone, sending her the image of the corpse I found lying in the Valentis’ truck. I’ve had my eyes on them for years, ever since they took her in.

Satisfaction grates through every cell in my body as I remember the thrill I got from Arcane’s fear when she saw the guard’s body in the refrigerator room.

Her body visibly stiffens as she stands in her room, shoulders rising, and I know that if she held something in her hand, it would clatter to the floor. Her uncertain gaze is locked on the phone as I send my next message—a warning and threat for daring to defy me.

For that alone, she deserves to be punished, but not in the way I usually punish my prey. No, she deserves something that will leave her begging for mercy, with hands tied behind her back and my cock deep in her throat until tears slip down her cheeks.

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