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She is fucking beautiful.

I take a step back to admire my handiwork, and it makes me realize that I can’t stop. I will never stop loving her. She puts up her right hand.

“What the fuck do you think you are going to do?” she quizzes me. When her eyes look into mine, she knows she is staring at a dangerous man. I know what I want, and I always get what I want. And she is my prize known as life. I do the only logical thing I can think of so I can show my devotion to her.

I lunge at her.

She screams, hoping that somebody will hear her. I actually don’t give a shit if somebody catches us, or watches. Let them, she is mine. I drop to my knees, and when I look at her, she is secretly asking me to never stop.

“I hope you weren’t too keen on the bottom half of your dress,” I say to her.

“What do you m-“ Before she can respond, I cut that part of her dress off.

“How dare you? This dress was incredibly expensive!” Sara yells at me. I furrow my brows. Why is she still so hung up on her dress? It’s not like she would ever get married in that thing.

“Since I want to do this” My smile unwavering with the lingering promise I just gave her. I hike her dress up, and I get to work. I rip her panties open and throw them on the ground next to us. My dick is aching from how much it wants to be in her, butI let him rest for just a second. My tongue is taking over his job, for now. I need to fuck her with my tongue like an animal.

“Adam, please, don’t,” she asks me through cries of pleasure. Did she honestly think I would stop? Fuck. No. My tongue is licking her folds with long strokes, and then I plunge into her cunt. I let my knife hit the damp ground so I can grab both of her thighs. My fingers are digging into her flesh driven by the desire to leave marks on her body. I want her to remember how I own every single part of her body.

“Fucking hell, Adam! Please don’t-“ Sara can’t finish her sentence, and I feel her getting wetter.

“Do you want me to stop? Your dripping pussy is telling me otherwise,” I point out to her. Then she reacts the way she always does when she wants to keep this sensation going. Her fingers tug my black wavy hair hard. Fuck, she didn’t forget I like that. I dive, again, into her burning core, and I go so deep that my entire tongue is in her cunt.

“Fuck. Me.”Don’t mind if I do, Fury.I stand up while my right hand is cupping her pussy. I insert two fingers into her cunt, and I curl them so the sensation builds up in her body.

“You will come on my hand, Fury. I want your juices all over my fucking hand. Now, fucking come!” I command her in a harsh tone. Her lips part, and she starts panting. Her hands are now on my shoulders, and it feels like her nails are trying to tear the fabric of my black pullover.

“What if I can’t do that? It has been a while, Rage.” The glimmer in her devious eyes is making me ravenous. I take another blade from my waistband, and I go over her dress to pick up some of the blood. I let the knife go over her lips while the blood is coating her plush pillows.

“Listen to me, Fury. This blood is a sign that I would kill any man, or woman, who stands in my way to get you.” My eyes aresearching for a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but it doesn’t come.

“You fucking asshole.”

Chapter Three

Sara

“You fucking asshole,” I tell him while my orgasm rips through me. This burning sensation for Adam didn’t happen overnight, I have always had this intense desire for him. For the last three years, he was all I could think about. We broke up as I thought that my rightful place was with someone my dad picked out. I also wanted to leave because Adam is unhinged. For Christ's sake, the man shot my future husband.

“You were saying?” he asks me with a smug grin plastered all over his face. My hands are still latched onto his shoulders. I scratch his shoulders, trying to harm him, but my attempt was pointless. Adam loves pain.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Fury. You are going to pay for that.”I am, and I want to.Maybe this momentary lapse of judgment will give me enough bliss so that when I escape, I can hold onto some memories of pleasure. Adam’s left hand goes to his zipper, and he frees his big dick. I don’t dare to look down, knowing this is going to hurt. With his dick out, he grabs my jaw and makes me look into his green eyes. He is mad.

“If you ever try to look away from me again, I will fuck your mouth with so much ferocity it’s going to hurt.” This psychopathis making me breathe even faster. His words are like poison, yet my body is still yearning for them.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” I say to him. I release my hands from his shoulders, and I try to smack him. To my disappointment, he grabs my right wrist and pins it above my head, while his other hand is still around my jaw.

“Fury, I wouldn’t even care if you got blisters into your mouth from sucking my cock.” The glee in his eyes confirming it. “On second thought. Do that now.” He releases my jaw and grabs my hair with a forceful tug. I look into his eyes and silently plead with him not to do anything.

“Adam, please, I don’t want to.” He smirks. Adam releases my wrist and trails his fingers over my collarbone.

“You might say no, but your body is saying yes. Come on, Fury, get down and suck my dick.” He pushes me onto the ground so I can kneel before him. I look up at him while he is still tugging my hair with his left hand. The glee in his eyes is replaced by a need to control me.

Fuck. Me.

Both of my hands trail along his legs up to his dick. I have two things I can do, either I suck his dick, or I can try to escape. The nerves are building up in my entire body, and I can’t stop shaking knowing I am afraid. Or something else? With Adam, I never knew. In a split second, I tug on his balls with my left hand while I punch his dick with my right fist. That seems to do the trick because Adam’s hand, which was in my hair, is coming up to his mouth. He bites down hard on his knuckles, likely to mask the agony he's in. I quickly stand up and push him to the ground. My sudden choice of actions must have caught him by surprise since he tumbles down onto the ground.

“Atta girl,” I hear him say. This is not good, beyond fucked up. When he saysthatit’s time for me to run. It’s time for me to face the consequences.

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