Page 9 of Die With Me

But it’s also clear that Misty can’t keep her hands off me. Nor I her. We can’t stop fucking and carving each other up long enough to land a truly lethal blow.

The tip of the curved blade she holds pierces myinner thigh, just enough to draw blood as she drags it up toward my cock, which is rock hard and dripping with precum. My wrists ache as I try again to snap the rope that ties them together behind my chair.

Whatever the fuck she used is scratching my skin raw and won’t break, no matter how much force I put into pulling my hands apart. She’s tied my ankles as well, but even though they’re not bound as tightly, there’s no getting out of my restraints.

“I’m sorry about your brother,” I hiss through my clenched teeth.

“No, you’re not,” she croons. Her palm is slippery as she wraps it around my shaft, covered in blood from a cut she made over my left pec. My chest tightens, eyes growing wide in alarm as she places the curve of the blade around my dick and smiles. “I could end your life like this, you know. One swift slice and I could remove your most cherished organ and let you bleed out while you watch me burn it to ash.”

Regardless of the danger it’s in, my cock jumps in her hand as though it’s up for its own castration. “You won’t.” I swallow the curse that sits in my throat like a weighted ball of lead. “You love that part of me too much.”

Quicker than I can track, she flings the blade away from us and sinks onto me. Her pussy is already wet as it devours every inch of my length,warm and inviting as she molds around me like we were made for each other.

Her nipples trace the blood on my chest, painting a masterpiece as she rocks against me. Her skin is slick with the combination of my blood and our sweat. My clothes are tattered and torn around my chair, ruined by her blade once she finished tying my hands together and binding my feet to the legs of the dining room chair.

“God, I hate it so fucking much that you’re right.” She lifts up and sinks back down slowly. I can’t help but watch where we’re joined, fascinated with the way her pussy lips spread around my flushed crown and greedily suck my cock.

I can feel her flexing her inner walls as she seats herself fully on my lap and stops moving. Her lips stretch over her whitened teeth as she plays with the hair at my nape. I flex my dick in return, making it jump inside her and tap her upper wall.

“You don’t hate it,” I mock as I buck my hips the best I can in our current position. “You love every second of it. And you hate yourself for it. You hate yourself for being such a fucking slut for your brother’s murderer, don’t you?” I buck again more forcefully, picking up pace as I bounce her on my lap, pushing the soles of my feet against the floor for leverage.

The sting of her hand across my face bites mycheeks twice before she grips them with her nails so hard I know I’ll have marks. Anger burns brightly in her irises, lighting up her eyes like a stormy Caribbean Sea. “I hate you, Luca. I may love your cock, but make no mistake. I. Hate.You.”

Trying to prove a point, her teeth find my bottom lip as she snarls a kiss into my lips. Our tongues battle, teeth nipping as she pulls my hair and grinds against me, chasing an orgasm we both want while also never wanting this moment to end.

Even with my hands and feet bound, Misty continues to find new ways to make me feelalive.For ways to satiate the beast within me, yet come out the other side still standing. Still breathing.

Still yearning to capture this hellish creature and make her come over and over for all of eternity.

Lust, gluttony, greed, and wrath all roll into a bloody cloud of ecstasy as her mouth opens, and she cries her release into the air, spilling all over my lap.

And still, I want more.

I lean forward and capture her lower lip between my teeth and bite down, drawing her life substance as I fuck her through another orgasm. She screams into my mouth as her blood spills down our chins, her nails scraping at my face. The chair creaks beneath us, our weight daring the wood to give out as she rides me like she would a bronco at a rodeo.

I release her with a roar as I fill her full of ropeafter hot rope of my cum, splashing against her walls, painting her as mine. “Hate me all you want, piccola demone. You fuck better when you’re angry.”

A frown mars her beautiful face as she wipes the blood away with her fingers and shoves them in my mouth, pulling them back out before I can bite down. The taste of her—sweet and coppery—mingles between our mouths as she pushes her lips to mine. Her tongue slides along my teeth before mine joins in the bloody dance.

As we kiss, her hands slide behind the chair, down to where my wrists are bloody and raw from rubbing against the scratchy rope. She moves like she’s going to untie me, but then pauses, drawing back and climbing off my lap.

“Untie me, Misty,” I command softly. Gentler than I’ve ever spoken to her before.

A thick glob of our combined cum spills from between her legs, dripping down her thighs as she laughs. She’s a work of art that already has my cock hardening again—insatiable when it comes to this woman.

Her eyes snap over my shoulder, glazing over for a moment before they refocus, and she looks down at me again. “No. No, I don’t think I will.”

Warning bells go off in my head. Leaving me paralyzed in the strip club was one thing. Someonewas sure to find me eventually, or the paralytic would have worn off.

But no one knows where I live except Giuseppe and my father.

“Misty.” Her name is sharp and urgent on my tongue.

Her eyes narrow as she reaches between her legs to scoop up our mess. She swipes her fingers through the blood on my chest and holds them up to my lips. “Taste how sweet we are together, il mio mostro.”

My mouth opens on its own accord, lips wrapping around the pads and sucking our tangy, metallic mixture off her fingers. Her cheeks flush pink as she watches my mouth, lips parting in an O that I know has her pussy wet again.

“Untie me, Misty,” I repeat when I finish. “And I’ll taste how sweet we are together from between your thighs.”

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