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I want more blood.

More of her.

Allof her.

She bounces on my cock like a good girl, and my balls tighten at her desperate neediness. She’s built so fucking perfectly for me.

“Such a perfect fiancée,” I croon, and one of her hands wraps around my throat delicately, but her nails dig into my skin in warning. I smile as I kiss her, letting her take and take from me.

“You want to be fucked like an animal? I’ll fuck you exactly like that, Kitten.” I bite her bottom lip and pull. She moans in pleasure, but her eyelids burst open as I set her down.

“What are you—” I spin her around and place her hands on the end of the couch.

“I want you to watch me as I fuck you in this wedding dress,” I tell her. Her breath hitches, and I smile as I glance down and see the blood on my cock and her inner thighs. So fucking wet and perfect for me.

I focus on our reflection in the broken mirror as I grab her hips and slam into her. She bucks forward, those beautiful legs spread just for me. So fucking beautiful.

I slam into her again and again, mesmerized as I fuck her into oblivion. Her tits bounce out of the ruined dress as I fuck her like a madman.

Her legs begin to tremble as she takes me, and I see her face contort in pleasure as she meets my gaze in the mirror. “This is how you’ll be rewarded the night you walk down the aisle to me,” I tell her as I pound into her.

“Only if we have a truce,” she gasps out.

I thread my fingers through her hair and arch her back.

“Oh, we’ll have a truce on our wedding night.” I slap her ass and she moans. I slap again, a red flush beginning to blemish her skin. On the third slap, she comes undone, and the moment I grab her limp body to hold her up, I jerk inside her.

“Fuck,” I grit out, surprised by the force as I feed her my cum. I rock into her a few more times, pushing my cum and her blood back inside so no drop goes to waste.

As she trembles, she begins to laugh, and I can’t help but be amused as well, even though I don’t know what she finds so funny. I lean over and kiss her shoulder.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I say as I continue rolling my hips against her, not yet wanting to leave her warm and messy pussy.

“We’re actually going to hell,” she says in disbelief.

I chuckle. “We’re going to hell together. That should at least keep it entertaining.”

“Not when you try to take over the devil’s job,” she says, pushing away from me.

The room’s a fucking mess and the dress she’s wearing looks like it was massacred. A faint red blush paints her cheeks when she looks at herself in the mirror. I step toward her and brush my thumb against her flushed skin.

“Let’s agree that dress number four isn’t the right choice,” I say, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll take care of the mess out here.”

She arches an eyebrow in surprise. “I don’t think you’ve cleaned a day in your life.”

“Usually only dead bodies. So blood, glass, and a few items on the floor are nothing.”

She glances around again and then back at me, raising a brow. “You know you’re not normal, right?”

I smirk. “Depends on whose definition you’re using.”

She shakes her head in disbelief as she walks away on shaky legs, and before I tuck my cock away, I take in her initials on my leg, a smirk touching my lips.

I don’t care what dress she steps out in next because I already got what I wanted from today.

CHAPTER 38

Eli

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