Page 14 of Devil on the Lake

We both breathe raggedly. He stays inside, seemingly fascinated by tracing his long fingers around the place where our bodies are joined.

Finally, he pulls out. I feel oddly empty without his dick filling me. I roll over, scoot further onto the bed, and push tangled hair out of my face. He hooks a hand beneath my knee and spreads my legs, fitting himself between them, stretching the material of my bodice out of the way once more to leave me bared to him.

I watch him warily, teetering on the edge of uncertainty. Will he bring me pleasure or pain?

He doesn’t meet my eyes. His focus is locked on my pussy.

A faint sound escapes me as he gathers his come and pushes it back into me with his fingers. He curls them deep within me and I bite my lip.

“That get you hot, little slut? When I fuck my come back in you?” A feral sound leaves him as he leans down to kiss me. “My little goth girl slut wants more. Come.”

Dante presses down on my clit and pumps his fingers. I arch into him and cry out as I shake apart for him.

“That’s it. Come, baby.”

He kisses me. Unlike before, it’s not as violent and hate-fueled. His mouth moves languidly against mine. He keeps playing with my pussy after my orgasm fades.

This is wrong.

This is twisted.

This is a madness I never want to wake up from.

SIX

DANTE

That wasn’t part of the plan. None of this was supposed to happen, but everything went out the window once I tackled Willow in the woods. Hands down, it was the best fuck of my life. Visceral and heady with the same adrenaline-fueled rush I get when I’m on my bike.

It didn’t take away my hate for her. But there’s an intimacy in what we did that makes me see her more clearly.

Fuck, it was good. As I play with her like my hand is fucking magnetized to her pussy, I’m battling the need to do it all over again.

“Do you two need to be alone?” Willow sasses.

Smirking, I circle her clit with more pressure. My fingers are covered in our come. I keep pushing whatever leaks out back inside her.

Willow’s breath catches and I watch every shift in her features, changing pressure and technique until I wring another orgasm out of her. She shivers, clamping her thighs around my hand to trap it.

We exist in a strange bubble at the moment.

I want more of this. I can’t stop touching her, figuring out the ways she’ll shudder and fall apart. She fascinates me.

“Tell me,” I order.

“Tell you what?”

She’s not as sharp as usual, distracted by what my fingers are doing to her body. Her teeth sink into her lip and her eyes flutter. She’s dancing on the edge of pleasure. I grin because I did this to her.

My gaze roams over her body arching into every touch, cutting down to where my hand flexes between her thighs. They’re slick, coated in her arousal. “How much you liked it.”

The smugness in my tone makes her eyes fly open, the haziness clearing.

“No.”

“No? I don’t believe that for a second.” I gesture to my dick. “See, your come is all over this.”

Willow scoffs. “You’re a pig.”

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