Page 80 of Unhinged

I’ve got no control anymore as I slide in and out of her tight cunt. The wet sounds, coupled with her skin slapping together, make a perverse symphony. If anyone could see this sight, they’d be shocked.

I get the rapist’s blood on her clothes, and she gets it on mine, but neither of us cares. We’re free. We’re flying high. And our love is the only thing that matters.

Every moan from her lips, and the more she arches toward me, the harder I fuck her. Alice loves it hard and rough.

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch in that cunt. I love how turned on you get after getting revenge on people,” I murmur into her ear.

She moans and claws her fingers down my chest. “I love watching you in action.”

I kiss her, swallowing her moans as the words I want to say are on the tip of my tongue. I fucking love her. I knew I did the moment I set eyes on her.

My hands find their way to her waist, gripping the soft flesh as I continue to move within her. The blood on our bodies is now a shared mark, a testament to the journey we’ve embarked on together. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her body trembling with the impending climax. But I want this moment to last, to live in the stark reality of our shared darkness.

“Slow down, Alice,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. “Only come when I tell you to.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and she bites her lip. “But I’m so close.”

“Be a good girl for me,” I coax, my thumb rubbing circles on her clit. “Wait for me.”

My words cause her to cling tighter, her nails digging into my skin. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, her eyes filled with wild, untamed lust.

My control slips, and the pace quickens again, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

“Please, Taren,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “I need to... I can’t...”

“What is it, baby?” I tease, knowing she’s on the edge and desperate for release.

“Please let me come,” she demands, her sky-blue eyes so dilated.

I chuckle at her desperation, my pleasure heightened by the power I hold over her. “Begging?” I taunt. The friction between us continues to build, her body squirming beneath me in anticipation. “Remember, Alice, patience is a virtue.”

She whimpers in response, her fingers digging into my skin in her struggle for control. “Taren, please...”

I kiss her neck, my hot breath fanning against her soft skin. “Keep begging, little bird,” I purr, relishing the sweet torture. “I love hearing your pleas.”

As her cries reach a fever pitch, I lean in and whisper against her ear, “Come for me, Alice. Show me how good it feels to be owned by me.”

“Fuck,” she cries, shaking her head. “It feels like heaven.” Her body trembles, and her cunt tightens around me, pulling me right over the edge with her.

I sink my teeth into her neck, biting her as my cock explodes and I spill my cum deep inside her. I claw at her hips, making sure I leave bruises. Marks of my ownership of her. “Such a good girl taking all of my cum like that,” I murmur into her ear, still moving my hips and not wanting this moment to end.

“Taren?” she says my name and her voice is vulnerable.

“Yes?” I pull back to look into her eyes, knowing I’ve never seen anyone look at me the way she is.

“I love you,” she whispers.

I tense initially, those three words so foreign to my ears. And yet, I know I feel the same. I knew the moment I saw my little bird in her cage that I loved her and always will.

“You don’t have to?—”

I kiss her before she can say another word, my tongue delving deep into her mouth. And when we’re both breathless, I brush a loose strand of hair from her face, my fingers trailing down her cheek. “In the depths of your eyes, I’ve found a home more comforting than any I’ve known. In the rise and fall of your breath, I’ve discovered a symphony that soothes my restless heart. I love you, Alice, for who you are and the man I become with you. You’re my salvation, my purpose, my little bird.”

But as the afterglow fades, I can’t help but notice the stark contrast of our surroundings to the feelings flooding me.

The sight of Michael’s lifeless body serves as a chilling reminder of the darkness inside us. Darkness that drives us and bonds us.

I shift my gaze back to Alice to find her also looking at Michael, an unreadable look in her eyes. “Are we monsters?” she asks.

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