Page 23 of Entombed In Sin

I watch as blood splatters her face and how her tongue unconsciously flickers out to lick the drop that landed on her bottom lip. Her eyes practically glow in the firelight. The stabbing becomes more desperate and wilder rather than the rhythmic up and down we had started. Her laughter lasts longer than her victim, but soon even that dies off.

Yet her exuberance doesn’t dim.

Beatrix’s expression shifts as she plunges the knife in for the last time. She leaves it there to protrude from the man’s shoulder blades as her dark brows slide together, then upward. Her eyes flutter closed, and then, while her lips spread into a smile that one could consider peaceful, Beatrix drapes her bodyover the corpse and presses her cheek onto its sweaty, bloody back. A groan slips past her lips. I watch as her hands caress the mutilated skin in almost gentle, comforting circles. Blood smears around and the butchered flesh makes the motion less smooth.

“I’ll make you pretty again,” she whispers to the corpse. “But what a beautiful mess you are now.”

I shiver at the husk in her voice. My cock is so hard I’m pretty sure if I got to my feet right now, I’d be too lightheaded to stand for long. Reaching out, I stroke her face with the back of my hand. This time, it feels more natural. Her smile grows. Slowly, Beatrix opens her eyes, and I’m struck by how blood drunk she is. God, she’s beyond stunning like this.

“Sagan,” she breathes.

My name on her lips pushes aside all caution and I can’t stop myself from leaning down and claiming them. I can taste the copper of our victim’s blood on her lips. Another shiver rushes through me. How did I go from the rare kiss on Knox’s lips to feeling addicted to Beatrix’s? Beatrix has that effect on me, I suppose.

I don’t hate it.

My pet’s sweet moan urges me on.

With her mouth open, I take advantage and deepen my kiss. Our tongues clash, collide, and dance. I lose all sense of time as our hands travel over one another. As I come up for air, I find our clothes scattered over the room. Beatrix’s naked body is glistening with blood that doesn’t belong to her.

I groan at the beautiful sight before me.

In the back of my mind, I’m aware that we’re both drunk off this kill. Part of me tries to fight it. This is Beatrix’s moment. I should be more aware of our surroundings in case we need to move quickly. But that thought sinks and disappears under the cloud of lust and excitement that crashes over me.

My hand fists one of her braids that has fallen over her bare shoulder, and I pull away to yank her head to one side. I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and licking the blood splatter off her neck. My pet arches into me. I move to accept her offering of those big tits. I’m briefly aware that at some point we’ve shifted our positions. Now my Little Viper lies on top of her kill, her back to his, writhing beneath me. I straddle her, and her victim, and lean down to nip at her breasts, neck, and soft stomach.

We make a glorious sight. Too bad I can’t risk pulling out my phone to take a picture.

With a heavy groan, I take as much of her right tit into my mouth as I can. As I suck, I use my knee between her legs to apply pressure to her clit.

“Sagan,” she whimpers, immediately grinding against me.

I tease her nipple with my tongue until it hardens, then I suck it long and hard. My hand drops away from her braid so I can brace it on the ground, while my other comes up and squeezes her other breast.

“Sagan,sir, please… I need you,” she cries out. “Please, cum inside me.”

Fuck, I almost come undone at just her words alone. I’m so fucking hungry for my pet. Shifting, I replace my knee with my stiff dick. I bite down hard on her breast as I surge into her body. I’m not gentle with her but she can handle me. I know it.

My Little Viper’s scream is loud, but the sound shifts into a hearty groan. Her pussy, so fucking wet it feels like I’m diving into a warm river, sucks me in. It’s so hot and deliciously tight inside her. But what has me bucking like a wild bull is the sight of her writhing beneath me, desperate for release and covered in blood. I’m so proud of her tonight. She did it. My Little Viper has struck out and sunk her fangs into flesh. I knew she could do it. I just didn’t know how much she would enjoy it.

Or how muchIwouldenjoy seeing her bask in her victory.

I let go of her breast to lift my head and roar her victory. My hips snap into her. I fight against the suction of her body as I pull my dick back and revel in the way she pulls me back in. Our hips snap together hard. Her hands claw at me, bandage fingers dragging down my biceps and chest. Her lips skim across my jaw before she plants them against my own. I take over the kiss, but it’s more like a flurry of them as I bury myself deep inside her.

Her joy radiates from every pore of her body.

It's in the light that’s pouring out of her eyes, it’s the warmth that wraps around my cock. It stems from her heart and it shines through her smile. Most people don’t have it in them to kill intentionally. Some do it by accident, then carry the guilt with them for the rest of their lives. But there are a few, scarce and rare, that arebornto be killers. My pet was one of them. She was made for this.

“You’re such a good Little Viper,” I growl.

Beatrix’s breath hitches and her body bears down on me. As she throws her head back and screams her release, I let out a strangled cry of my own as she forces me to cum along with her with an intensity I’ve never felt before.

There’s a beautiful, scalding heat burning my insides as we come undone. My hips don’t stop moving and her body continues to milk me. Hard tremors rush up and down my spine. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel myself melt from the inside out. I bury my face into the crook of her neck as we both ride this mind melting wave of pleasure.

As our orgasms subside, I collapse on top of her, not caring that my weight might be too much. Her hand comes to rest on my back—the heat of it welcoming.

“Thank you, Sagan,” she mutters.

I smile against her skin.

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