Page 48 of Razors & Ruin

My head is pounding, my heart rushing in my ears. These are words from the fevered places in my mind I dare not go, fantasies too outlandish to entertain.

Yet I know he's fuelled as much by vengeance as ever. He's skittering around aimlessly with a directionless yet potent rage.

I will help him find his way.

"You know what I want to hear." I push him away. "Do it properly. If not now, then never, you hear me?"

To my astonishment, Sweeney drops on one knee.

"Nellie Lovett, my treacle, my pet, the light and dark of my worthless life," he says. "I intend to embark on a committed spree of murder, and to this end, I need an equally committed partner in crime. A woman of practicality and wit, superlative cunning, and with a pussy that is feral for me and me alone. Know you of such a wonderful slut?"

I burst into girlish peels of laughter. "Try harder!"

"Would you do me the honor," he grins as I put my hand in his, "of marrying me?"

I hurl myself onto him, and he collapses onto his back, chuckling as I peck him with kisses. "Mr T! Yes! A thousand times, yes!"

I straddle him, and he crosses his hands behind his head, smiling indulgently as I babble. "It has to be soon, and I want a nice gown; with money coming in, that'll be alright, won't it? Flowers, too, and a coach. Chapel do, nothing fancy?—"

Without warning, he grabs me and draws me up his body, his head disappearing beneath my skirt. I yelp as I feel his stubble grazing my pussy lips, his chin grinding on my clit. His voice is muffled, but his words are clear enough.

"Shut the fuck up and let me eat you."

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Nellie

I’m riding high in every sense. Mrs Nellie Todd, that’s me.

I got him.Sweeney Todd ismine.

He works me with his tongue like he’s trying to devour me from the inside out. The man doesn’t give a toss that I’m full of his come; he swirls and sucks it right out of me, his lips full and keen on my clit as he tugs at it.

Dear God.Is this what the unfettered Mr. T will be like?

Beneath me, his chest heaves, the muscles on his arms corded and tight. He grasps the flesh of my buttocks and squeezes hard, his fingertips drawing close to my tiniest, most forbidden spot.

My natural lubrication is flowing again, drenching his face, and he moans.

“You’re trying to drown me,” he says. He lashes my clit again, and I buck against his jaw, seized with ecstasy. “I don’t deserve so good a death.”

My tits are free, peaky in the chilled air, blood congealing on the nicked bone in my neck. The darkening trickles paint my sternum like the bones of a corset, and I reach for my nipples, pinching them hard like my man does.

A bolt of pleasure jackknifes me, like a hotline to my pussy, and I feel a pull deep inside.

Sweeney is tense from head to toe, his thighs flexing as he does his thing. I can’t see him at all—my skirt obscures him completely—but I feel the potent fury coursing through him.

Losing Johanna so suddenly and completely was a killing blow, a lights-out moment. I saw it in his face, his eyes: a perfect storm of thwarted hope blended with blessed solace.

He doesn’t have to resist anymore. Sweeney can close his eyes, throw his arms wide, and fall into my loving arms, secure in the knowledge that I will never turn away.

We’re bound by things we can never undo, a depth of connection like a shared coma. We’re so close to dead, he and I, yet never more alive.

Johanna isnothing.Iam everything.

I reach behind me and find him hard as a rock. This man of forty has the cock of a man half his age, and there’s no way I’m complaining. I want it in me.

“Will you fuck me again?” I ask, my words trembling on my lips as he assails my hot little button, tugging it with his teeth.

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