Page 50 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

“Say it,” I snarled. She knew what I wanted to fucking hear.

For long seconds, she didn’t speak, but then she gave me what I demanded. “I’m yours. Just yours. Now fuck me like I’m your whore.”

We were both covered in blood, the floor slick and would be stained from the massacre. I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock, and I growled, letting go of her hip, lifting it high, and then bringing it down on her ass. Her cheek bounced from the force of my hit, and I did it again, seeing my bloody handprint left in its wake. Unable to resist, I took my bloody thumb and stuck it in her ass, pulling it out and pushing it back in. My body shook with unadulterated pleasure, and I nearly came when Evelina’s tight hole clenched and sucked on my thumb. Her sexy, excited moans filled my ears. I almost forgot I was fucking her pussy.

Reluctantly removing my thumb from her asshole and returning my focus to my dick, I fucked Evelina like the lunatic I was. For the longest time, the only thing that kept roaring out in my head—out of my mouth—was one word.

Mine.

I had a brutal hold on her hips, knowing I’d leave bruises on her. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”

I started spanking her ass, first the left, then the right cheek. My palm was a blur on her skin, smearing the blood and covering her in the gore.

I’d never seen anything so gorgeous before.

This woman, who was my captive, was actually my equal. She welcomed me with the same twisted mind and open arms I had for her.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along the back of her neck, and then licked and sucked on her skin, tasting the saltiness that covered her from her perspiration. My cock throbbed because of it.

“I need you to come for me, Evelina. I need to feel this tiny little pussy squeezing my cock and milking the cum out of me. Make me come again, baby girl.” I felt her clench around me, andthen she was crying out, my good girl coming from my words and our fucking.

My orgasm took control of me, and I bit into the side of her neck hard enough I felt the skin break again, and her blood coated my tongue.

I gritted my teeth and let it consume me. I tipped my head back and felt my neck muscles strain, as the pleasure was all-consuming.

“Jesus Christ,” I snarled, and then I filled her until I felt my jizz squirting out from where we were connected. I pulled out but gripped her ass so I could see her gaping pussy hole.

I didn’t even have to ask her to push my seed out. It did it on its own. Thick, white cum started to slide out of that tiny, tight hole, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in and latched my open mouth onto her cunt and sucked even more out of her.

After pulling away, I watched one last drop of my cum slip out of her slit. And when I sat back, I pulled her onto me so I was cradling her body to mine while I leaned against the wall.

We both panted while we tried to catch our breath, and we stayed silent, neither one of us needing to say a damn thing.

There was no doubt we were both living in this moment in time, and more importantly, we knew where we were headed.

Epilogue

Kane

The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting shadows across the clearing where I stood.

The rhythmic crack of the axe splitting wood echoed, each swing a steady, deliberate motion. Sweat beaded my brow, dripping down my temples and soaking into the collar of my drenched, white shirt.

The pile of split logs grew higher beside me, each one a new piece of the expansion we were building onto the cabin.

I rested the axe against the stump and wiped my brow with the back of my hand. My gaze drifted to where Evelina knelt in the small garden we’d planted.

She wore an old flannel, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hands deep in the soil as she tended to the rows of vegetables. The sun hit her dark hair and made it seem like she had blue highlights. The sight alone made my chest ache something fierce.

I never thought I’d have this—a place to call home and someone who looked at me without fear or judgment.

I also never saw myself caring about anyone or anything. I’d always been a loner, someone who knew how fucked up I was and that I’d have no human connection with others because I was a psychopath.

But then again, Evelina wasn’t like anyone else. She was a reflection of my own darkness and insanity. And together, we’d found a twisted and deranged intimacy.

I was transfixed by Evelina, and I watched her brush a stray strand of hair from her face, her fingers stained with dirt and smearing slightly across her alabaster skin.

She was breathtaking.

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