Page 23 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

His blood seeped from multiple wounds, the sight a crimson wave of violence and grotesque pleasure. Isla then stabbed him repeatedly, her body like a blur as she moved her arm fast to deliver her revenge. I knew her vision was no doubt locked in that same haze of murderous need that I let control me.

Her ex was dead, but my beautiful girl was still driving that knife home. And fuck, she was gorgeous. And then when Chris hung there, no more life in his corpse, she tooka step back while breathing heavily.

It was then, as I stared at her with the blood of her ex she just murdered dripping off her body—from head to toe—that I felt myself come. My orgasm was swift and as violent as this situation. I spilled my jizz all over the cement, my focus never once leavingmy gorgeous murderess.

When the last tremor left my body, I stepped out of the shadows, my pulse racing, my cock still hard. My dick wouldn’t go down until I was buried deep in Isla’s tiny slit and I spewed my load into her tight, lithe body.

“Come here,” I ordered in a harsh, aggressive tone. Isla turned and showed me her beautiful form, covered in blood. Her entire visage looked wild. I fucking loved it. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, the knife still clutched in her hand.

I’d never seen anything more breathtaking in my life.

I’d known from the moment she stood over me, holding up the severed hand I’d given her as a gift—and looking like I’d just proposed in the most romantic way—that she was meant to be mine.

Even though I told her to come to me, I was the one who went to her. “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire and awe as I cupped her cheek and tilted her head back. “Give me the knife,” I whispered. When the pocketknife was in my hand, I cut the rope holding Chris up. His corpse fell to the ground in a gruesome heap.

Her lips parted as she stared at his lifeless body, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. I dropped the knife and pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was hard, desperate, and filled with the twisted, deranged love that boundus together. I tasted the coppery flavor of Chris’s blood coating her, and I started licking it off of her.

She tangled her hands in my hair and let me lick her clean like some deranged lion. “I need to fuck you now,” I growled and took her to the cold, stained, and blood-covered ground, Chris right beside us, his lifeless eyes staring at us. Fuck, that was hot.

We were both lost in the darkness of our violent union.

Our relationship—our love—was brutal, chaotic, and savage in every way.

It was wrong—the way we were—but it was fucking perfect.

“Look at this motherfucker,” I groaned between kisses. “He’s gonna watch as I fuck you until you are raw and can’t walk right tomorrow.”

She gasped and then moaned.

I had her under me, tearing at her pants and panties, and pushed Isla’s legs open nice and wide. “Tell me, Isla, are you going to be my good little psychopath and take my cock as hard and brutal as I want you to?” I leaned in and bared my teeth, feeling primal and vicious in that moment as the metallic scent of blood surrounded us.

“You already know the answer.” She lifted her head and was the one to slam her lips against mine this time. I heard a slight scraping, but before I understood what she was doing, she had the tip of that pocketknife in my shirt and tore it open at the front. The material parted like fragile tissue.

I curled my hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. “I am going to fuck you and fill you with my cum until it seeps out of you and makes a fucking mess on the ground.” I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip. “It’ll make the prettiest picture, mixing with that motherfucker’s blood.” And then I notched my cockhead at her pussy hole, pulled back, and spit a mouthful of saliva where we were nearly connected.

Blood was a pool beneath us, Chris just as much a part of this sick ritual.

I shoved in deep and hard. I knew it hurt her, and it made me nearly come right then.

Her head kicked back, and she closed her eyes, no doubt feeling so fucking stretched and full of me. I took the knife out of her hand, and while pushing in and out of her tight cunt, I cut her shirt open and revealed her bouncing tits. Those perfect mounds were covered in my marks, fingerprint bruises and red-stained bite marks.

I cupped her cheek, blood smearing all over her alabaster skin. I found it so fucking hot. With her jet-black and tangled hair a bloody mess around her face, and her blue eyes looking big and wild, I knew this woman would be with me until the fucking end.

I wrapped my hand around her raven-colored hair and yanked her head back, knowing how uncomfortable it was for her. Her throat was exposed, and my mouth watered. I wanted to bite her—mark her—until I opened the skin and she bled for me.

And I did just that as I latched onto her throat and dug my teeth into her skin. She cried out and held onto me as I fucked the hell out of her. I tasted the sweet flavor of her blood. It was a flavor I was addicted to.

I pounded my dick into her for another minute before pulling out and gripping her throat, squeezing her neck until her face started turning red as her air supply was caught off.

“Get on your hands and knees and let me plow you from behind.” I let go of her throat. “Show me your tight little ass, so I can mark it up with my handprints and blood.”

Once she had her ass in the air and her face down, I pushed the corpse out of my way and took position behind her. I tookthe pocketknife and ran it over her rounded ass cheeks, using the flat end of the blade, to clean the blood off along her skin.

I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the tip at her pussy hole. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” I pushed into her with another brutal thrust. The force had her jerking forward, her upper body damn near flat on the concrete.

She cried, her tears real, and when she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to silence those beautiful sounds, I smacked her ass hard. “Nah, baby. Don’t silence those cries. Let me hear them. You know how hard it makes me.”

Isla’s back was gorgeous, with slender lines and perfect curves. Not to mention the bloody handprints covering her as I touched her all over. My cock hardened even more inside of her. I brought the knife to her back and trailed the tip of the blade down her spine, being careful not to cut until I got to her ass.

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