Page 91 of Bake the Town Red

That’s what I do. I’m on her bed, kneeling beside her. Dahlia’s grip on the pillow isn’t a strong one, and I steal the offending object that set me off from her. Fuck this pillow.

She remains fast asleep when I toss it to the floor. Her eyelids are heavy on her blue eyes. Mouth slightly parted. Body still as I flip her on her back.

The black snake on her neck glares at me. It does nothing but infuriate me even more. Once, years ago, a heated knife was pressed to her skin. Twice. Until I put myself between it and her. I was too late.

Too late to protect what’s mine.

What’s always been mine.

If I wait another second, I’ll eat her alive. Skin, flesh, muscles. I’ll devour it all.

I’ll devour her whole.

Fuck, that’s tempting. Except I need her alive.

I put my hands on her instead of my teeth. Push her T-shirt up and over her tits. Lean in, flicking my tongue over one nipple, then the other. Making them hard for me.

She doesn’t rouse. Doesn’t stir. Not even when I spit on each one. Not even when I open my mouth.

They’re damp and beautiful in the moonlight, and I can’t help but graze them with my teeth. Just a little. Just enough to calm this beast inside of me.

Exhausted from murdering people for ten days in a row, Dahlia stays blissfully knocked out.

Her legs part for me next, soft and pliant as I push them farther apart. Arousal trickles down the inside of Dahlia’s thighs from the attention I’ve given her tits. I still spit on her pretty, bare pussy, twice. Smear my saliva on her lips, shoving it inside her.

My soul rebels against the sweet strokes I’m giving her.

My soul thrives on the sick act of violating her in her sleep.

More.

I crawl up her body. Line myself between her thighs, right there, at her warm and wet entrance. The gates of hell. I hold my cock, push inside, and God. Fuck. I’m all the way in. Fully sated.

Balls fucking deep.

My face casts a shadow over hers. My teeth gnash together with how painful it is to take it slow. But she’s sleeping andhelpless and about to wake up tome. And that’s worth something.

It’s worth everything.

One stroke, two, three. Her walls tighten around me. Her pussy soaks my cock.

A movement in my periphery takes me from this moment. A hardly noticeable one. I keep rocking into Dahlia at the same slow, torturous pace as I cast my eyes to the right.

Dahlia’s arm has moved and now it’s stretched to the side. She must’ve done it in her sleep.

Doesn’t matter. Either way, time to wake up. I drag my cock out, slowly, then slam back.

She’s still out.

Before I repeat the motion, though, I realize she isn’t.

She’s very much awake when her hand flies in my direction. Something glints in the dark.

Then thissomethingis pressed to my throat.

A knife.

Wicked blue eyes flash to me. Small fangs appear when she smiles.

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