Page 106 of His Cursed Heart

Everette catches my hands into his, pinning them above us.

His hips push faster, his balls slapping against me on every thrust, his palms pressing so deep on my wrists that my hands tingle. And then he tenses, his movements turning choppy as he presses in as deep as he can go. I can feel him pulse, spurt after spurt, shooting deep inside of me, his low groan making my inner walls clench, trying to milk it out.

I come with a yell and his lips silences my loud moans. I feel his cum inside me and I almost cry at the delicious sensation.

Everette falls limp on me and I pet his wet hair.

"You ruined me for life, woman." I laugh at his tired murmur.

You’ve ruin me too.

He moves off me and I catch a glimpse of blood on his cock. I look between my legs and I see my thighs stained in the red liquid, that has dried up. My cheeks flare and I try to cover the mess he made between my legs.

I stop when I feel Everette's finger tracing the blood. He leans over my sore pussy and licks the blood from my thighs.

Fucking Christ, I think I'll come again if I look at Everette who worships my body like I'm a god.

Hs wipes his mouth and smirks down at my flushed face.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me while I lay on his chest.

"Sore, but the good kind."

"Good." He leans and kisses my bruised lips. I feel his cock hardening again when I put my leg over his and I laugh.

"Want to go for another round?" I ask him in amusement. His smirk makes my smile fall and my body to move off him.

He catches me quickly and in a second, he's over me again.

"You horny fucker, I was kidding." I say with wide eyes at him.

"I'm not." He grabs my waist, but a knock interrupts him.

I look over at the clock and I see that it's 2:15 in the morning.

"Who the fuck-" Everette starts cursing.

"Thea? Are you okay?" I hear Vincent's scared voice. "I heard you screaming."

Me and Everette look at each other and sigh.

Oops.

Anger. Lust. Admiration.

I've been drowning in these feelings for the last two days. Anger because I don't have the bastards blood on my hands, lust because my wife is now my biggest crave, admiration because she's the strongest person I know.

The hunger in me increases and the need to have their heads disconnected from their body is killing me. My hands tremble and I can't get Althea's words out of my head.

"My father did a bet with me as a prize."

"He lost the bet."

My palms turn white at the power I'm holding the corners of the desk with.

Kill him, my mind tells me.

Kill them all.

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