Page 112 of Demise

“Fuck yes,” I agree.

She shakes her head as her pace continues.

“What the fuck is wrong with me, why do I find that so hot?”

“Because, you were made for me,” I say as I smack her ass cheek, encouraging her to go faster.

She obeys me immediately, bouncing on me so quickly that her tits begin smacking each other. I raise my tattooed hands, lifting her sleep shirt up and over her head before throwing it to the other side of the room. My hands come to cover her tits, squeezing as my thumbs play with her nipples.

They are instantly hard for me, the sweetest shade of pink, and I pull her towards me, dragging one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the hardened peak and Skyla moans in response.

“More,” she begs.

I obey her instantly, I always will.

My mouth moves to her other nipple, sucking and nipping at that one as I continue tugging on the other with my fingers. She’s so pliable for me, so willing, and the fact that she likes a little pain with her pleasure? It makes her fucking perfect for me.

“Cut me, Vincent,” she whimpers.

My eyes meet hers, mouth still latched around her as she moans.

“Use me, make me bleed. Make me come like only you know how to.”

One of my hands drops to my jeans, fumbling around for the switchblade I always keep on me as I pull it out. I haven’t used it since I cleaned it, so it’s safe to use on her. And when she begs me so beautifully, how can I say anything but no?

“Where?” I ask.

“Wherever you want. Mark me, make me yours.”

“You’ve always been mine, siren. Always.”

I start with a small slit on her upper left thigh. Her thrusts have stopped as she sits there with bated breath as I drag the tip of the knife against her fleshy skin. Her teeth sink into her lip like she’s hurting, but the lust drunk look in her eyes tells me she’s as addicted to receiving the pain as I am to giving it.

A thin red line blooms in the wake of my knife before I pause and move to the other thigh. I repeat the motion, and this time, a choked cry escapes her. My eyes glance to hers in warning. I’ll stop if she needs me to, but my cock is fucking pulsing inside of her from this act of trust, of obedience. It has me ready to come and fucking hard.

Twin trails of blood begin running down her thighs as I toss the knife to the side. I can’t stop myself from playing with it. My fingers smear the blood against her perfect creamy thighs, marring the flawless skin with that deep, inky red. My fingers rub against it more and more until the tips are completely covered. I suck them into my mouth, relishing the taste of her as I begin thrusting.

She whimpers, but begins bouncing, her eyes on me as she watches me closely. When I’ve sucked my fingers clean, she grabs my hand, rubbing it against the other leg that has becomewet, smearing blood all over my fingers once more before shoving them back in my mouth.

I can’t help but moan around my fingers, the taste of her almost better the second time. She groans and whimpers as she rides my cock, her pussy pulsing as I lick my fingers clean.

“You’re so fucking sick,” she moans.

“So are you, siren,” I counter.

“Fuck, yes, I am. Do it again, play with my blood like you like to,” she cries.

I rest my hands on her thighs, actually surprised when I feel my entire palms wet. She’s bleeding more than she should be, probably because she’s the one on top, flexing her legs. In a flash, I flip us, pinning her to her back as I lift one leg over my shoulder and fuck her raw and deep.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as my hand comes to cover her mouth, pinning her to the mattress as I do.

“This what you want, siren? Want to be fucked hard by your man? Blood soaked and so fucking horny?” I ask as I slip my hand to her throat.

A bloody handprint covers her face. My bloody handprint. I don’t give a fuck what it says about me, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Hesitantly, she sticks her tongue out, running it along her bloodied lip. She pulls her tongue back in, tasting herself before she sticks it out again.

Eagerly, I shove a finger into her mouth, forcing her to suck her blood off my finger. As soon as her tongue wraps around my digit, that’s all I can handle. I lose it, lose my fucking vision, my mind. I lose everything as I fall over the edge, roaring out my release as my cum floods her.

Her pussy pulses around me, squeezing tight before she comes. Her whimpers are so loud, even around my finger, they still seem to shake the walls. Her pants are hurried and desperate as she moans and grinds against me, milking everyounce of her orgasm that she can before her body collapses in defeat, mine right there alongside her.

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