Page 24 of Vengeful Valentine

“Fine. You want to pretend to be tough? To be some bad girl? I guess that means you can handle whatever I do to you, doesn’t it?” Silas kept the gloves and mask on, instead doing away with his pants and boxers in one fell swoop.

Next he roughly removed the speculum, tossing it away.

He jumped up onto the table, hovering over Ashmine.

The green mask glowed against her, nauseatingly.

“Why aren’t you scared?” he screamed the words in her face, but still…

She didn’t react. She didn’t evenflinch.

Instead, her full lips curled upwards into a smile.

Even now, skinnier than she should be, tied down to a table, covered in bruises.

Ashmine was beautiful. Soul-suckingly so.

And he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe he wasn’t angry.

Maybe, justmaybe,she had bruised his ego, hurt his feelings, but she also had broken apart his family.

And it was for that reason that he felt no remorse, no want to be gentle.

He balanced on one hand, his other coming up to cup her cheek. “You said you chose me. You promised me a family. You won’t live long enough to fulfill that promise, but I want to live out the fantasy. Without the birth control, I want to fuck you so hard and deep that my cum has nowhere to go but your womb. And when it’s Hawk’s turn? There won’t be any space for him inside of you. His cum will spill out of you onto the floor. I wonder if he’ll make you lick it up. If he doesn’t, Iwill. Because after all, you are our dirty filthy whore aren’t you, littlegirl?” He shifted, aligning his cock with her cunt, before thrusting as hard as he could into her.

He hoped she bled. He wanted her to scream.

But she wasdripping. His cock slid in with little resistance, but then it was a warm vice grip suctioning him to her.

A memory attempted to break into this moment, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wouldn’t let his intentions falter.

This wasn’t an angel. This wasn’t his future.

This was a past he needed to soak in acid, until nothing of it remained.

With his intent solidified, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy her.

He beat fervidly into her pliable body as desire heated an inferno in his gut. The slow burn intensified as she released a wanton moan.

His eyes flashed open, meeting hers.

Undeniable hedonistic passion flickered in their depths.

He loved it.

He hated it.

He wanted to bleed the life out of her.

He wanted to fuck her for the rest of his days.

The hand that had been on her cheek shifted to her neck, gripping it and using his hold there to rock into her. His desire percolated into every breath.

Static. Electric.

Licentious.

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