Page 7 of Savage Valentine

Bringing the blade to his throat, I look him in the eyes and grin, then make a clean slice across and revel as the blood sprays me, coating my fingers.Fuck. Now I have to move the body.Standing up and looking around at where I can stow his disgusting body. I laugh internally when the perfect place comes to mind.

Picking him up the best I can, I walk us to the confessional. Sitting him up on the chair in there, I shut the door.There, let's hear your confessions now, priest. Walking back over to where I killed him, I look around and find some towels and start cleaning up the mess, taking the blood soaked fabric and dumping them into the trash can. Walking back over towardsSyd, I look at her as she stands there, frozen in shock.Well fuck, she was never supposed to see this side of me. FUCK.

I place my hand on her shoulder and she flinches as she snaps out of it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Parker! You didn’t have to kill him. Did you? I mean sure maybe beat his ass but, shit.” Sydney gasps, looking up at me with her hands over her mouth.

“Yes I did, Ice Queen. No one, and I mean no one, gets to see you like that! And those sweet moans and sounds you make, are just for me. So yes, he had to die, baby! No amount of beating would have been good enough for me.” I reply, her eyes finally meeting mine as I walk closer to her.

Walking around her and grabbing her shirt from the floor, I slide it over her head. Reaching for her hand, she jerks away from me.

“Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you, baby. I promise.” I whisper, reaching for her hand again. She looks down at our joined hands and back up at me, tears lining her eyes.

“I’m not, I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life. But you killing someone, is something I definitely didn't see coming. I’m not this Princess who’s been locked away in a tower her whole life. I’ve seen and been through shit most kids at this school wouldn’t see in ten lifetimes. So no, I’m not scared of you, Parker.” She replies, interlocking our fingers and squeezing my hand. My eyes lift to hers, trying to see any hesitation, but there is none.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to my dorm.” I say, leading her out of the doors, down the cobblestone path of the cemetery and back through the maze. Looking over at her, she has a slight grin on her face and for once, I can’t tell if it’s genuine or fake.A mask? I guess at some point we all wear one.

Chapter 7

Sydney

Walking into his dorm, he shuts and locks the door behind him. Turning, he stalks towards me like a predator that just found his prey; me being the prey. Pushing me down on the bed with a sinister grin on his face, he slides between my legs and climbs up my body. Slamming his lips to mine, he bites my bottom lip like he always does when I don’t open up for him immediately. Slowly, teasingly, I open for him and our tongues swirl for a second before he pulls away, lifting his body off mine to look down at me.

“You okay with this? Finishing what we started back there?’ He questions, his eyes darting back and forth between mine.

“Think you can manage to get me off, jock?” I sass and give him a playful smile.

Lifting up on my elbows, I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, causing him to growl as he runs his hands under my shirt, pulling it over my head. Leaning down, he pullsmy bra down and takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking the hardened peak, causing me to moan. He lets go with a pop and pushes me back down on the bed. Kissing down my body, he pops the button of my jeans and I lift my ass as he slowly drags them over my hips and down my thighs, taking them off.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked for me.” He groans, sliding to the edge of the bed and onto his knees, pulling my panties off with his teeth and shoving them in his pocket.Jesus Christ, this man.

His tongue swirls over my clit and my hips buck but he uses both hands to pin me down. Flicking his tongue faster, he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Sitting up, he yanks his shirt over his head and climbs back on the bed between my legs. Reaching between us, I undo the button of his jeans, sliding my hand into his boxers and gripping his cock, stroking it slowly. He lets out a loud guttural moan, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I love when my cock is in your hands.” He groans.

Sitting up on my knees, I push him down on the bed and straddle him, lining his cock up with my entrance and slamming down on top of him. We both groan out as he grips my hips hard enough to bruise and starts slowly rocking me back and forth.

“Fuck! You are so goddamn perfect. After this, there's no going back, Ice Queen. You. Are. MINE.” He growls, slamming up into me to prove a point.It’s like he’s trying to imprint himself inside of me.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, he picks up his pace, pounding into me brutally. In this position, I can feel every time his piercing hits that sweet spot inside of me and it feels fucking amazing.

“Fuck, Parker. Just like that. Don’t stop.” I moan out, rocking my hips faster and throwing my head back, trying to chase my orgasm.

His hand wraps around my throat while he sits up, pulling my nipple into his mouth and biting down.He’s trying to draw blood with how hard he keeps biting, damn vampire.

“Who do you belong to, Ice Queen?” He commands, bringing my head back to see his face as he continues thrusting up into me harder.

“You. Fuck, you Parker.” I reply back, a moan spilling from my lips.

I’m so lost in how good he feels that I’m not prepared when he flips us, putting me on the bottom. Grabbing one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder, he slams into me relentlessly. Stars litter the corners of my vision just as my orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train. Screaming his name, he thrusts a couple more times before he pulls out, coating my stomach and pussy with his cum. Once again marking me as his.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. Jesus Christ.” I say, panting and trying to catch my breath.

Lying down beside me, I roll over and slide between his legs, gathering the cum from my stomach and rubbing it up and down his length. Getting faster with each stroke and tightening my grip.

“Just like that baby, fuckkkk.” He moans out. There’s something about hearing a man moan that turns me all the way on.

Stroking faster and watching him buck his hips as he gets closer to his release, he grabs my hands to make me stop. Shaking my head at him, he releases me and lets out a low whimper.

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