Page 53 of Little Puppet

Stalking closer, I grab onto her collar. “Pay attention to me!” I snarl, pulling her face to face with me.

Her eyes grow heady. “I am paying attention to you, Cain. I’m always paying attention. Even when I’m asleep, I know that you’re near because my body still pays attention. It’s all I can do. You’re becoming the only thing I can give my attention to.”

Her words are filled with malice even though my stomach twists gleefully at them.

“You say it as if you don’t like it.”

“Does anyoneliketo be consumed by someone to this magnitude?”

Her question becomes a riddle in my brain, swirling my thoughts in circles.

“I do,” I realize. “I think this is what I’ve beensearching for, puppet—this enthralling, ardent connection that we have.”

She’s struggling on the tow chain, her shoulders likely burning, and the idea of her pain has blood filling my cock.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me, her wet core and shivering body shuddering as my hardness presses against her center.

“Cain, it’s cold.”

Her blatant disregard of my words is welcomed because I don’t know what bullshit she has me spewing. I believe it’s how she blew up her past to go into the future with me that has me reeling.

Though I’ve never had a sentimental bone in my body, I know things with her will be different. Choosing to keep her is going to alter my reality. It’s already begun.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll keep you warm.”

Reaching between us, I work my cock out of my pants, sliding it through her bare lips, working into her entrance.

Warmth encapsulates my length as she swallows me whole.

“Fuck, always so wet for me, puppet.”

She has to be aching from her punishment, but she gives no tell she is. Her mouth opens, moans spilling out and swathing around my sick soul as I bend my knees and fuck into her.

My cock thrusts in and out, and her walls ripple around me. My grunts aren’t enough to relieve theoverwhelming urge to maim, bite, or cut. Neither is the punishing drive of my hips.

“You’re too much. This is too fucking much. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” My lips spill the truth of the distress plaguing me since I ran her off the road nine days ago.

Running my nose down the underside of her arm, I open my mouth and let my teeth skim over the fabric of her jacket before I bare them and sink them into her body.

Even through the jacket, she feels my bite.

“God, Cain!” It’s not a painful scream but rather a plea for more.

I continue my onslaught on her cheek, and this time, the wail is a gut-wrenching one.

I fuck her harder, reaching between us as I rub her clit, working her closer.

Her head falls back, exposing her throat to me, and I dive in, inhaling her scent.

When my teeth sink into her neck, her sharp cry shoots along my dick as if she’s tugged it.

We come together, the pitiless way I just fucked her, leaving her raw, and she hisses when I pull out of her.

I step back, watching my cum leak out of her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. “Fuck, puppet, I’ve always been one with a preference for blood. I love to watch women bleed, knowing that I caused their pain. But watching you dripping my nut from that perfect cuntmakes me feel hysteric. Obsessed. Manic. Push more out for me.”

Even though she’s in pain and struggling on the chains, she spreads her legs the best she can and works her muscles, causing a little gush of cum to expel.

I drop to my knees beneath her, locking eyes with her as she looks down at me, pupils blown as her body shivers in pain. My tongue purls through the mixed flavors of both our cum leaking out of her, savoring our blended tang.

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