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Squeezing tighter, I force her back against the door, tears springing to life at the edge of her eyes, her chest heaving with the attempt to breathe.

“I bet your cunt is dripping.” I grit, my teeth clenched.

“Fuck. You.” She manages to get out.

“Oh I will. As I carve my name into your skin.”

We are chest to chest now, her face red and tear stained. I just need to know. Sliding my fingers down her stomach, I watch her as they slip into her jeans, gliding past her thong. Her eyes widen.

“You sick fuck.” She growls out.

Licking the side of her neck, I bite down hard forcing a deep groan from the back of her throat. The little bitch is getting off on it.

“You’re a fucking slut for my hands, aren’t you? I bet this pussy is soaked from the thought of me touching you. Let’s see how wet you really are.”

My fingers inch lower, brushing the tips along the seam of her wet cunt. I look her dead in the eyes, my gaze turning feral. Moving the fabric to the side, I plunge two fingers inside her without warning. My eyes never leave hers, examining her features, but she slams a mask into place. Twisting my fingers inside her I pump them in and out while watching her struggle to breathe.

“That’s right princess you’re going to fucking come all over my hand knowing I’m the only one that will ever touch your pussy before you’re ruined. No one will want you when I’m done.”

Biting her bottom lip to hold in her moans, not willing to give me the sounds I force from her lips, I press my thumb against her clit. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants. My hold on her throat sends visions of her choking on my dick into my head. Until they are replaced with the smell of burning flesh.

Repulsion fills me. I’m letting her fuck my hand when all I really want is to make her hurt. Make hersuffer.Sneering at her, my body tenses when I feel her cunt start to quiver aroundmy fingers. Pulling out right before she comes down my hand, I shove her to her knees and pull out my dick. Pumping myself with the hand that was just inside her, I spread her wetness around my dick.

Tilting her head back with her hair wrapped in my fist, I growl, “You’re going to watch me come knowing that you don’t get that fucking privilege.”

Pumping my hand faster, I watch her eyes take in my length, the curious look on her face fueling my wicked pace. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips and I’m tempted to shove it in her mouth but I refrain. Fucking my hand faster, I snake my other one around her head, pulling her hair harder until she’s crying out in pain. The music bellowing from her throat pulls the orgasm out of me, white hot ropes of cum decorating her face.

I keep pumping until I have control over myself again. Tucking myself away I lean down looking at the beautiful mess I made. My smile drops as I see the moment it clicks for her. I don’t get off on what she makes me feel. My dick is only hard at the thought of her suffering.

“That’s it princess, now you see. You’ll never be anything more than a place for my cum to land and a warm hole for my dick. Let another man touch what belongs to me and I’ll fuck you on his dead body as we watch the life drain from his eyes. The last thing he’ll see is your pussy choking my dick.”

Her eyes widen in shock but lust swirls in her irises. “We both know I’ll do it so don’t test me again, killer.”

Gripping her around the throat, I shove her onto her ass and storm out the door. With a stiff dick and a craving for blood, I head to the one place that will take care of both.

CHAPTER THREE

KENNA

Orange flashes with each blink of my lashes bringing the bright glow closer. Heat crawls across my skin until I’m fully covered in sweat mixing with the damp tears that roll down my cheeks. It’s so hot. Scorching. My hands struggle to find something, anything, to grip in an attempt to drag me from my spot on the concrete. Everything is on fire, flames engulfing everything in its path. A choked sob catches in the back of my throat at the thought of my best friend, Paige, laying on the other side of the burning wall.

Knowing she’s gone and processing the loss of her isn't the same but I don’t have time to focus on that. Not when Mr. Stone is lying across from me bleeding and blistering from the fire licking its way up his body. Dead, we’re all going to be fucking dead, and my father is missing with no trace of where the hell he went. The ache in my bones is nothing compared to the chill my nerves feel being torched down to bare flesh.

“Kenna!”

A deep voice screams my name from somewhere in the clouds of smoke but I can feel my chest getting heavier with each breath.

“Kenna!”

That voice reaches me again only it’s closer and more frantic. I beg my eyes to open, my lashes fanning across my cheeks, the smell of singed hair and vomit pungnet around me. The fire reaches me before the voice does, the flames climbing my leg. My mouth falls open on a scream, the pain overtaking every inch of me, wide eyes watching the orange spread up my left side, my vision blurs.

“Oh god! Oh god!” My voice is hoarse.

Thrashing in an attempt to put out the fire melting my flesh, sweat pools around the top of my lip. Before blacking out, all I see is a dark figure running towards me and my screams cutting off.

Jolting awake from the nightmare from that night I roll over to check the time on the clock next to my bed.

“Shit.”

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