Page 107 of Back In the Shadows

Her gaze softened, and I suspected she was remembering the first time I said that to her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded, swallowing over her tears.

“That’s my good cum slut.” I helped her stand. My fingers danced along her inner thigh, and I turned off the vibrator with my free hand.

“I’m taking this out of your cunt.” I removed an anal vibrator from the pocket of my jeans as she held onto me for balance. “Turn around and bend over.”

She willingly obeyed. I wedged her legs apart, allowing me better access. I slipped the new toy into her soaking wet pussy and fucked her slowly with it. Once it was wet again, I placed it against her tight asshole and slid it in. After it was situated, I turned it on low.

“Oh. My. God.”

“My blood whore loves it in the ass, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” She trembled as I ran my cock over her slick cunt before I grabbed her hips and held her in place as I forcefully shoved inside of her.

“Tell me what it was like plunging the knife into Jameson.” I continued to fuck her as she gave me details of how it felt to stab him over and over until the life drained from his eyes.

“Your tight pussy is even tighter with the toy in your ass.” I picked up my pace as I buried myself deep inside her.

“Will you kill again, little lamb? Will I fuck you next to another body and in their blood?”

“Yes!” she screamed, nearing the edge of her orgasm.

“Look at him, Ella. Look at the work of art laying on the floor next to you. His mouth slack and his eyes lifeless.”

She turned her head and looked at Jameson’s mutilated corpse while her cunt gripped my throbbing cock as I pounded into her.

“I—I can’t wait any longer,” she gasped.

I slipped my hand between her legs and located her swollen clit, rubbing it.

“Come for me. Come on my dick, little lamb.”

Her scream bounced off the walls, and with wild abandon, she writhed against me as if possessed, driving me deeper into her with each thrust. Her body convulsed, begging for release as I ravaged her mercilessly. Every nerve inside me ignited with desire as I plunged into her, feeling her tightness grip and pull at my throbbing shaft. In one final explosion of passion, my balls tightened, and I emptied myself inside of her eager cunt, filling her with every last drop of my hot cum.

Slowly, I pulled out of her, and I removed the toy before she straightened. She turned and as she reached for me, I saw the pain in her eyes, a reflection of the emotions that had driven her to kill. It was then that I realized that this was not just about vengeance. It was about survival, about finding a way to heal from her unspeakable trauma.

We remained silent as I reached out, enveloping her in my embrace, feeling every bit of fear and pain she had endured flow into me. We stood there for what felt like hours, clinging onto each other as if our lives depended on it. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a testament to the strength of human connection amidst darkness and chaos.

Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, looking around at the aftermath of what had just transpired. It was as if time had slowed down, each tick and tock amplified by the weight of our actions. And yet, there was a sense of resolve that emanated from us both, a determination to move forward together despite everything that had happened.

I tipped her chin up and placed a kiss on her mouth. “I hope you liked your wedding gift.”

She laughed. “It was amazing. Thank you.”

We stood in the middle of the room, kissing. Her blood-soaked clothes, staining mine with a life that no longer deserved to exist.

Finally, we broke our embrace. “One last thing.”

She arched a brow at me as she followed me to the table that held the weapons and cleaners. To the right was a small container that I’d covered with a white towel and placed a gold bow on top of it. “For you.” I motioned for her to lift the cloth.

My little lamb lifted the covering and revealed a glass jar with two eyeballs floating in a clear solution. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, before she laughed and grinned up at me.

“The man that drove to your house and distracted you while another jabbed a needle in your neck … I give you his eyes. He will never be able to see you or hurt you again.”

Ella’s brows rose and then she giggled. “You plucked out his eyes for me?”

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