Page 35 of Bathed in Blood

“You’re really coming all over my cock already? Fucking hell, you are. That’s such a good girl, such a good fucking princess.”

Her screams dissolve into sobs as she rides out her orgasm. I make quick work, never losing my momentum as I gently untangle her hair from the device.

“I need you to do it again for me.”

“No, no, please, I can’t.”

“You can, and you’ll look so fucking pretty while you do it.”

She sobs as I wrap my hand around her throat, using it as leverage as I reach over to the scalpel set beside me, the one that always hangs near the rigging. I hold the scalpel blade away from my princess as I grind into the oversensitive nub more. She’s begging, pleading, fighting, her cunt soaking my legs, dripping to the bloody floor as she clings to me.

“There you go, princess. Almost there.” The words are all growl as they leave me, my cock swelling inside her as my own release surges forward with a vengeance, weeks of having her so close taking its toll.

Fucking Lana was everything I thought it would be and more, so much more. She’s sin, death, and deliverance all in one.

She consumes.

I can feel her tightening as I work her over, teasing her nipples and swollen, angry clit until her body freezes again, hurtling towards the edge. My princess is exactly where I need her for what comes next. The moment I still, she cries out, frantically trying to force my cock in and out of her weeping cunt.

I shove her back by the neck, pinning her roughly against him as I lean back, wedging a thigh under her plump ass keeping her up. “You’ll want to be still for this.”

Her release barrels through her as I let go of her neck, her hands flying out to the rigging to hold herself up, as if I’d drop her.

Never.

She comes so violently, it almost distracts me from the task at hand as I pull her branded skin taut and slide the tip of the blade along her smooth, soft skin. Her cunt spasms as she screams, choking my cock to the point of no return. I follow her over the edge, my teeth digging into my cheek to remain still as she milksme. The blade makes a skilled path around the mark, theirmark, before I work it underneath, freeing it from her skin.

Lana trembles as I toss the blade across the room, her skin clasped tightly in my hand. The disturbed look on her face is fucking adorable, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. I lift the slippery section of skin to my mouth, popping it inside. The tangy copper flavor fills my mouth, the flavor ofherin her purest form. She’s mine, all of her.

Her eyes widen as I chew, the blood from the wound on her hip smearing over me as I’m still lodged deep inside her, where I intend to stay. When I swallow, I’m on her again, my lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss. Her body sags in my arms as I pull her away from the dead man we fucked against. I can’t fault her for being slow to respond—I did technically just cannibalize her—but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to lash out, to clip her Achilles tendons and chain her to my bed. Then, my princess surprises me, her small tongue dipping out, tasting mine before she kisses me back, whimpering against my lips. When the kiss breaks, we’re both breathless.

"There, princess. Now there's truly no part of you that isn't mine," I whisper as she collapses against me.

My princess didn’t get the knight in shining armor who fought honorably to free her from her tower. She got the villain who wrenched her from it, bloody and screaming.

17

Fall

I’m counting her breaths.

Each rise and fall of her blood splattered chest resonates in mine, speaks to me like a fucking prayer. Or an omen, I haven’t decided yet. Either way, I clutch my princess tighter as she sleeps, dressed in my suit jacket, the garment swathing her small form, her wounds cleaned and bandaged enough for the night, her eyelids fluttering as she dreams.

“Son.”

Fuck.

I halt, my eyes lifting from her towards my father. The press of my gun settles me almost as much as the knowledge that I’d considered using it on him further confirms my omen theory. He lets the cane he’s now using, thanks to the sleeping beauty in my arms, take the brunt of his weight for the first time since I can remember, looking tired. Eventhatnight, he was distraught, but steady, everything I’ve been fighting to replicate but never managed.

“She did what was required of her.”

“And yet, I’ve gotanotherdead guard on my hands, and my successor clutching a bloody captive like he’ll cease breathing the moment he releases her.”

Lana stirs, and I make an effort to loosen my grip, not willing to intentionally bruise her too badly until her hip is healed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking. Fuck.

I should hand her over, take a vacation, smother myself in cunt and drugs until this passes.

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