Page 19 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

“You want this, little girl?” he snarled, and then he growled at me before snapping his teeth once more.

And because I was so close, his teeth caught my bottom lip and cut it open. I jerked back and gasped, my finger immediately going to the flesh and touching it. When my tongue darted out, I tasted metal, and when I pulled my fingers back, they were coated in crimson.

Anger and arousal swelled within me, and I ran my fingers down the side of his face, smearing my blood on his skin before shoving my fingers into his mouth. “If you bite me again, I’ll cut your dick off, Roman.” He grinned around my digits and then sucked the remaining blood off of them.

“You want my cock?” He lifted his hips, grinding his erection against me. “You want to cross that line?”

I started rocking back and forth over him and nodded before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t answer verbally, just took my knife and languidly cut his pants away until I saw the throbbing, massive length of his cock.

He was huge, the tip reaching his belly button, his pre-cum leaving clear and glistening trails along his hard, definedabdomen. I ran the blade over his six-pack, smearing the pre-cum and mixing it with his trimmed, dark chest hair. I nicked his skin, making a small cut that instantly welled with blood. He hissed and then moaned.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and dragged my tongue over that salty, slippery, metallic concoction.

“Goddamn, Isla.” He sounded… breathless. “Cut me again. Lick me again.”

I felt this corrupt desire move through me and cut him again, shallow knicks that would heal without leaving scars but right now turned us both on so damn much.

I licked his blood and cum off his belly, my breathing increasing with each passing moment. The same as Roman’s.

“Bring that little pussy up here. Let me suck on you until you come all over my face.”

My body was moving before I knew I was listening to his orders. But I got off the bed, which had this flash of anger washing over Roman’s face.

“Give me that little cunt, Isla, or you’ll see how strong I really am as I break through this fucking rope.”

I was breathing so hard as I set the knife aside and started getting undressed. Roman clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring repeatedly. When I was naked, I was back on the bed and crawling up his body, my pussy placed right over his face. We locked eyes, he slowly grinned, and then I lowered myself on his waiting lips and tongue.

He groaned instantly, and I braced a hand on the wall, steadying myself as I let the feeling and sensations of him licking and sucking at my cunt take over my consciousness. He dragged his tongue over my clit, down to my pussy hole, and teased around the opening before pushing it in. I felt myself clench around him, but he was back at my clit before he could thoroughly fuck me with his mouth.

The moans that came from me should have been embarrassing, but they seemed to turn him on as he snarled and growled and ordered me to grind my “little slit” all over his face.

And of course, I did just that.

“Suffocate me with this delicious cunt. Rub all this wetness on my cheeks and chin.”

I rolled my hips, popped my ass out, and bounced on his face until I felt my orgasm rise. “God, yes.”

“There’s no God here, little girl.” He bit at my clit, and that flash of pain made me come so damn hard I tipped my head back and cried out, so lost in the depraved ecstasy that if not for my hand on the wall steadying me, I would have toppled over.

When I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, I slid off his body and rolled to the side to lay on my back on the bed. He gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and let my consciousness slowly sink back into my body before I felt him shifting next to me.

“Take these fucking restraints off so I can fuck you.”

I pushed up, stared into his eyes, and slowly grinned. “And if I don’t?” There was something that flashed in those bottomless pits a second before he pulled at the rope with his arms, his muscles bulging, and then there was a crack as the knots came free of the headboard. The wood split, severed, and he was free.

I gasped and moved back, not sure if he was going to fuck me nice or fuck me like the psycho he was.

He didn’t make me wait long as he got off the bed, got rid of the rope, and grabbed his cock, pointing the pre-cum-glistening tip right at me.

“If you would have been a good girl and let me go, I wouldn’t have to make you suffer before I fuck you,” he whispered. “But alas….”

Oh God… why did that turn me on in the most fucked-up way?

Chapter Eleven

Roman

“How do you want it?” I had never been so hard in my life. But it seemed Isla had cast a spell over me.

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