Page 37 of Vows From Hell

She chuckled lightly. “Did I?”

“Yes,’’ I confirmed. “You look so pretty covered in blood. I could just eat you up entirely.’’

“What’s stopping you?”

I grinned, sinking my teeth into her flesh. She screamed as I sucked, savoring the sweet droplets of blood where I’d pierced her skin.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’’

Quickly, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me furiously. I placed her on top of the table, enjoying the slight biting on my bottom lip. Storm’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated, excitement was evident on her face.

I pushed my boxers down and flipped her around, her bare ass hanging from the table. I smacked it twice, passing on the blood to my palm. Then, I wiped it all on her thighs, watching how gorgeous she looked in that dark shade of red.

I spread her cheeks, her bare pussy in my view. She was already soaking wet, her juices dripping down her thighs.

My finger traced around her sensitive clit, careful enough not to touch her. She writhed, her palms on the table. Turning her head to the side, she looked at me over her shoulder.

“You’re soaked,’’ I murmured, pretty damn happy with this scenario. “What turned you on? Killing a person, or being covered in blood?”

She shivered, softly groaning.

I pushed two fingers inside of her, and she clenched around them. Her thighs trembled, her eyes closed, and a loud moan slipped from her mouth.

She fucking came.

She orgasmed the moment I put two of my fingers inside of her.

Sliding them out, I moved closer to her, the tip of my cock perfectly aligned with her entrance as my mouth grazed her ear.

“How long have you been holding that in?” I paused, then corrected myself. “No, how long have you been this horny?”

“Since I killed him.’’

Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if she was embarrassed to admit it. Her cheeks grew rosy, the tips of her ear turning bright red. She was so fucking adorable.

Without a warning, I pushed my cock inside of her, pulling her by her hips onto me. I was buried deeply inside of her, and she screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck.’’ Her hoarse voice made my cock twitch. “Move, oh God, please just move.’’

I tilted my head to the side. “Say what you want, Bambi.’’

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her back, until her back was arched perfectly.

“Fuck me, Micah.’’

With a chuckle, I started moving.

My thrusts were violent and sadistic. Quick, yet not quick enough to bring her over the edge immediately. This was sweet torture, one she loved the most. With each thrust, she screamed out, her voice soothing the beast inside of me.

Every inch of this woman belonged to me.

There wasn’t a single man out there who was able to bring the insanity out of her and proudly take all of it. There wasn’t anyone who would stick with either of us once they learned just how truly deranged we were.

We were made for each other.

Two psychotic madmen enjoying the thrill of murder together.

“You’re taking me so fucking well, Bambi,’’ I hissed, her pussy clenching around me. “God, you’re perfect. And you’re all mine, right?”

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