Page 100 of Bad for You

“I’m sorry,” she mouths, but she has nothing to be sorry for.

She touches my chest and down to my stomach. Her touch is apprehensive. But she continues. When she gets to my belt, she works her hands back up, but Gianna stops her.

“Don’t be coy. We’re all friends here.”

Bria exhales heavily before moving her hands over the front of my pants. She quickly works her way back up, but Gianna storms over and grips her wrist.

“You are really testing my patience!” She coaxes Bria to touch my cock, ensuring she never breaks eye contact with me.

I do the same because I want Gianna to know she’ll never win. She can break my body, but she will never break my spirit. As long as I have air in my lungs, I’ll never stop hunting her. So let her have her fun because the moment I’m released, she’s free game.

“You’re nothing but a warm body for men, Valentina. Let this be a lesson learned.”

“You and your fucking lessons can go to hell,” I spit, refusing to buckle.

But I can feel my dick beginning to stir.

Gianna is still in charge, using Bria’s hand as merely a tool as she continues rubbing over the front of my pants. She realizes she won’t get the results she wants this way. So she unfastens my belt and undoes my jeans. When she places Bria’s hand down my pants and forces her to rub over my cock, I envision the many ways I plan on killing her.

The thought of restraining her and placing a plastic bag over her head to limit her air supply, only to liberate her lungs by giving her false hope that she will survive, is what gets me hard. I imagine peeling the skin from her body with precision so that she’s still alive, just a meat suit for the scavengers to eat her flesh while I stand by and watch her die a slow, painful death, sipping a neat scotch.

The thoughts of torturing her in the most creative ways have my cock swelling. I wish I had control over it, but this is what usually happens when someone rubs over a guy’s cock. We aren’t usually that composed when it comes to our dicks. And for me, blood and sex always seem to go hand in hand.

Gianna of course assumes I’m hard because of what she’s doing, but little does she know I’m turned on by knowing that I’m the one who will end her fucking life. I don’t know when or how. But what I do know is that one day I will have the satisfaction of being the last face she sees as I fucking choke the life from her.

“See,piccola, they’re just animals in the end. They don’t care about anyone other than themselves.”

“That may be the case for you because no man could ever love you.”

Gianna’s face turns a lovely shade of red. She’s mad. “So your dick isn’t hard then by another woman’s hand?”

I look at Valentina, who looks at me with nothing but hatred. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You wanted this. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I didn’t expect I would be watching two women jerking you off!” she exclaims, storming over. “Enough. You’ve made your point.”

“No, I haven’t because you’re angry, and that means you still care,” Gianna refutes, forcing Bria to move her hand faster. “You can stop this.”

“How?” Valentina screams, and I hate that Gianna has this effect on her. But I cannot continue begging her to see the truth.

“We are at the top of the food chain,” Gianna explains while Bria struggles to shrug Gianna off. It’s fruitless. “We take what we want because we are the predators. Everyone else is nothing but merely prey. What do you want?”

I clench my teeth and fight the urge to come. Just because my dick is hard, doesn’t mean I want to come.

Valentina takes a deep breath. She looks at Bria like she wants to rip her head off.

“No, don’t.”

But that’s probably the worst thing I could say because it only adds fuel to this out-of-control fire.

Valentina doesn’t hesitate as she grabs the back of Bria’s neck and drags her off me. Bria fights, but Valentina is trained to defend herself, so she doesn’t stand a chance. She slams Bria’s face into the brick wall, instantly breaking her nose.

“Valentina!” I scream, needing her to see reason and stop this.

My hard-on is long gone as I’m appalled by what I see.

Gianna finally keeps her hands to herself, watching the mayhem she caused erupt before her with nothing but a smile. I yank at my chains, snarling like the feral animal I am.

“Best you kill me now because I promise you, I won’t fucking stop until you’re dead.”

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