Page 23 of Unhinged

“Look at this motherfucker,” I groaned between kisses. “He’s gonna watch as I fuck you until you are raw and can’t walk right tomorrow.”

She gasped and then moaned.

I had her under me, tearing at her pants and panties, and pushed Isla’s legs open nice and wide. “Tell me, Isla, are you going to be my good little psychopath and take my cock as hard and brutal as I want you to?” I leaned in and bared my teeth, feeling primal and vicious in that moment as the metallic scent of blood surrounded us.

“You already know the answer.” She lifted her head and was the one to slam her lips against mine this time. I heard a slight scraping, but before I understood what she was doing, she had the tip of that pocketknife in my shirt and tore it open at the front. The material parted like fragile tissue.

I curled my hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. “I am going to fuck you and fill you with my cum until it seeps out of you and makes a fucking mess on the ground.” I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip. “It’ll make the prettiest picture mixing with that motherfucker’s blood.” And then I notched my cockhead at her pussy hole, pulled back, and spit a mouthful of saliva where we were nearly connected.

Blood was a pool beneath us, Chris just as much a part of this sick ritual.

I shoved in deep and hard. I knew it hurt her, and it made me nearly come right then.

Her head kicked back, and she closed her eyes, no doubt feeling so fucking stretched and full of me. I took the knife out of her hand, and while pushing in and out of her tight cunt, I cut her shirt open and revealed her bouncing tits. Those perfect mounds were covered in my marks, fingerprint bruises and red-stained bite marks.

I cupped her cheek, blood smearing all over her alabaster skin. I found it so fucking hot. With her jet-black and tangled hair a bloody mess around her face and her blue eyes looking big and wild, I knew this woman would be with me until the fucking end.

I wrapped my hand around her raven-coloredhair and yanked her head back, knowing how uncomfortable it was for her. Her throat was exposed, and my mouth watered. I wanted to bite her—mark her—until I opened the skin and she bled for me.

And I did just that, latching onto her throat and dug my teeth into her skin. She cried out and held onto me as I fucked the hell out of her. I tasted the sweet flavor of her blood. It was a flavor I was addicted to.

I pounded my dick into her for another minute before pulling out and gripping her throat, squeezing her neck until her face started turning red as her air supply was cut off.

“Get on your hands and knees and let me plow you from behind.” I let go of her throat. “Show me your tight, little ass, so I can mark it up with my handprints and blood.”

Once she had her ass in the air and her face down, I pushed the corpse out of my way and took position behind her. I took the pocketknife and ran it over her rounded ass cheeks, using the flat end of the blade to clean the blood off along her skin.

I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the tip at her pussy hole. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” I pushed into her with another brutal thrust. Theforce had her jerking forward, her upper body damn near flat on the concrete.

She cried, her tears real, and when she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to silence those beautiful sounds, I smacked her ass hard. “Nah, baby. Don’t silence those cries. Let me hear them. You know how hard it makes me.”

Isla’s back was gorgeous with slender lines and perfect curves. Not to mention the bloody handprints covering her from touching her all over. My cock hardened even more inside of her. I brought the knife to her back and trailed the tip of the blade down her spine, being careful not to cut until I got to her ass.

I stared at my name that was now scar tissue on the small of her back. I gently traced the letters over the raised flesh, my cock throbbing at the sight of my branding on her. “Seeing your scar—my name branded permanently into your skin—is the biggest turn on.”

She glanced over her shoulder and said, “Show me yours.”

I grinned, my thrusting slow and easy, as I pulled my shirt away from my chest and revealed her name scarred across my chest in raised flesh that was just as gorgeous as hers.

I traced her name with my fingers lightly.

Isla stared at her name and made a sound that was filled with twisted pleasure.

“It pisses me off that I want you so much, Isla.” I gripped her waist and let myself really fuck her roughly, brutally, and so savagely I knew she’d be bruised from the inside out.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

She still watched me over her shoulder, droplets of sweat covering her forehead and temples.

“You’re mine, Isla.Onlyfucking mine. Forever.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “And you know I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”

“Good. Kill them while I watch, and then fuck me in their blood.”

I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock, and I snarled, spanking her ass cheek. I knew she’d come for me. I’d make sure of it.

My gaze was latched onto her bouncing ass. “I have to sample this ass,” I said to myself. I pulled out of her pussy, gripped her cheeks, and spread them, revealing her tight asshole to me. I spit on that hole, watching as it slid down her pussy slit. I reached for my cock and started gathering pre-cum, using that to prime and lube her up even more.

She’d need all the lube she could get for what I had planned.

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