Page 163 of Bake the Town Red

“You’ll never catch me, nerd,” his character calls out from somewhere in the maze. Saying the line I fed to it. “No one will.”

“Motherfucker.” The more Dahlia curses, the hotter I get. I’m feral for this girl. “You’ll be my spider’s dinner. They feed on roaches. That’s what you are. A fucking cockroach.”

I have my teeth locked on the bare skin of her shoulder. Dahlia cries out in surprise. I don’t aim to brand her this time. I aim to break the skin. Draw blood. Suck on Dahlia’s life force and have her swimming in my bloodstream.

This isn’t normal.

It’s been a while since I considered myself as one.

“Yes, Tyler, please,” Dahlia gasps louder when I return to fucking her like the animal she’s turned me into. “Fuck me. Help me. Be mine.”

“Easiest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Copper. I have her blood on my tongue. I feel its richness on my lips. “You taste so good, little savage.” Dahlia’s next moan is louder and a million times more delicious. “Do you realize that?”

“Please.”

As our characters prowl through the wide paths inside the maze, I buck my hips and bury myself inside Dahlia. It’s sogood. So hot. I could fuck and love and pleasure her for the rest of my life.

I will do that.

“There he is,” Dahlia gasps.

Or it’s me talking. Either way, we both have our weapons up. Wielding them in the face of the asshole who has the balls to smile at us. Even when he reaches a dead end.

A tall, white wall blocks him from moving forward. Tall, sturdy bookshelves cage him on each side.

“Nowhere to run.” He can’t hear Dahlia. So? She can. She’s the one who gets to enjoy it, and nothing else matters. “You’ll die soon. You’ll die, and Tyler will fuck a baby into me. Full fucking circle. Full. Motherfucking. Circle.”

“That’s what you want?” We prowl toward him. I move my lips on her shoulder, unable to pull back. The taste of her blood is too intoxicating to quit. “You want me to fill you with babies?”

“I’ve always wanted that.”

“You lose, librarian.”The nauseating grin on the game’s Al’s face twists into a sneer.“No matter what you do, you lose.”

“Since I was a kid.” Dahlia can hardly talk. Her words are desperate breaths. That’s how hard and fast I’m rutting into her from below. “Since the first time I saw you, Ty, I’ve been dreaming about—”

The moment we reach him, the game controllers vibrate, alerting us that danger is near. That’s the moment I press my controller to Dahlia’s clit. Her lips.

“I’ve dreamed about being your wife.” She starts riding me the instant her knife burrows deep into our enemy’s chest. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Blood drops that resemble real ones splatter on Al’s clothes. On the wood floor of the library.

“About having babies with you. Sick little fucks like you and I. Your turn. Hit him.”

Her character moves jerkily to the side. It’s an effort for both of us to press the right buttons while Dahlia bounces on my cock.

“You keep riding me hard like that, you’ll have two by this time next year.”

“You said triplets.” Dahlia half-moans, half-giggles when I go for Al’s forehead. More blood gushes out, splashing on the screen. “You promised.”

“You’ll have them,” I groan, burying myself as far as my cock reaches. Until her walls clench on me and her pain vibrates through her every pore. “Anything you want.”

Her knife slashes into his throat. Rivulets of red, thick fluid cascade down his body. The child abuser stumbles back, his ass hitting the floor.

Boom.

“I’m not done…with you.” Dahlia’s knife finds Al’s left eye. The right one. A nauseating sound blasts through the speakers. Not as loud as that of her wet pussy riding my cock. “Piece of shit.”

I go next, though it’s getting difficult. So fucking difficult. Moreso, since I don’t care what happens to Al anymore. I justneed Dahlia. I’m possessed with the idea of marking her from the inside out.

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