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Alek pumps his fingers harder and faster, her knees completely giving out as he holds her up by her throat. Her body seizing as she screams out her release, just as he pulls his fingers from her, and starts rubbing her clit furiously. Her sweet pussy squirts and sprays her cum all over my face.

The knife clatters to the ground as I bury my face into her cunt, licking and sucking everything she has to offer. Her entire body shakes while I clean up the mess she made.

“Please… it’s too much,” she begs, her orgasm still going with my attention. But I am not stopping.

“Not until I drink every last drop of your cum. You taste so fucking good,” I say, pulling back briefly before diving back in as she squirms in Alek’s hold.

Once I’ve had my fill, I plant a soft kiss on her swollen pussy before standing and taking her in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, letting me hold her tightly. I grip the back of her head with one hand, tangling my fingers in her hair at the base of her neck.

My other hand rubs her back slowly, helping her calm down from the rush of her orgasm and all the emotions she has endured tonight. But we aren’t done yet.

Chapter 31

“You did so good, pretty girl. Take a minute to catch your breath, then we have to finish this. I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon.”

My words make her perk up. It doesn’t escape my attention that none of us have fucked her yet. She wasn’t ready before. But she is now. I will fuck her on this playroom floor tonight if it’s the last thing I do. I will be the first one inside her.

She takes a couple of deep breaths into my neck before pulling back to look at me. There is blood and cum smeared on her face.

Good. Red is her color.

I want to see her whole body painted red tonight. She is going to be a mess before we leave this room.

“I’m ready.” Her voice is coming out stronger now that she’s coming down from her high.

I lower her to her feet before softly kissing her lips, letting her taste herself again. She swipes her tongue into my mouth this time, the kiss more confident than our first.

She pulls back first, looking into my eyes for a moment before leaning back in and licking my lips like she can’t get enough of her own taste. I know she can taste the blood too, and my entire body shudders. My cock is currently trying to punch a hole through my pants. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

She turns to face Doc again with determination and rage once more. He is just starting to wake up from passing out. He groans as he tries to look around, but the blindfold prevents him from seeing anything but darkness.

“Welcome back, Doc,” she says, stepping in front of him. He whimpers as she gives his chubby cheeks a couple of hard slaps.

“P-please. No more,” he begs pitifully.

“Oh, it's almost over. I just have one more question for you.”

“I’ll tell y-you anything,” he stutters out, sounding hopeful that he is going to get a break from this torture.

Idiot.

If he doesn’t realize his only reprieve will be in his death, he is fucking delusional.

“Did you help him get rid of my baby? Did he bury her, or did he have you throw her away like trash?” Her voice breaks at her question, but she remains strong.

“What? No!” He yells back at her.

She yanks her dagger from his thigh, pressing it to his throat. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, Doc. What did he do with her?” She says through gritted teeth, rage bleeding into her tone.

“Sh-she’s alive,” he blurts out quickly. “He didn’t kill her.”

“Yes, he did. He showed me. He killed my daughter.” Her rage consumes her at his lies. Faster than I can blink, she slashes the dagger across his throat, the blood spraying from the severed artery, drenching her entire body. He’s gone in seconds.

She stumbles back a few steps, turning around to face us. Her eyes are dazed and unfocused. His blood runs down her body in rivets. She looks like a fucking warrior painted with his death.

The bloody blade clatters against the concrete as she steps forward, walking towards us but not seeing. She needs to come back to us. To me. I close the distance between us, gripping her shoulders and giving her a little shake.

“Hey, look at me,” I say as her eyes lift to meet mine. “Good girl. You’re okay.” I gather her into my arms, hugging her tightly to my chest.

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