Page 79 of Back In the Shadows

“I am the one that will allow you to breathe, not him.”

Her eyes widened as she pressed her blood-stained hands against my jeans in an attempt to push me back.

“I alone can give you life or death, little lamb. I see your darkness and encourage it. He stifles everything you are.” I thrust my cock in and out, pulling out enough to give her a quick chance to breathe.

“You want this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. My hips moved faster, driving myself deeper into her throat. She whimpered, her tears now mingling with the saliva that coated my dick. “Admit it,” I demanded, pulling out to the edge of her lips before thrusting back in with a rough groan. “Admit you need only me.”

Her gaze turned fierce and unyielding as it met mine, and she mumbled, “Yes.”

A surge of triumph coursed through me at her surrender. “That’s my good little cum whore,” I praised, driving harder and deeper. “Show me how much you need me.”

She complied immediately, wrapping her lips tightly around my dick and suckingeagerly. Her tongue flicked across my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I pulled her head away and tilted her chin up while I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking it. Heat zipped up and down my spine as my balls tightened. Seconds later, I shot my cum all over her mouth and breasts as I marked her.

I tucked myself back into my jeans, enjoying seeing her face wild with desire and a hint of submission. She eagerly licked her lips clean, savoring the taste of my climax.

“Put your face against the floor and bow down to me.”

She silently obeyed, and I ordered her to stay until I told her otherwise.

While my little lamb was remembering how to submit, I walked to the small closet and searched for what I needed. Within a few minutes, I had everything in place. I returned to Ella, who was still in the same position.

“Stand up.”

She raised her head, and I extended my hand to her. Her palm was cold against mine from the cement floor. I helped her stand, suspecting that her knees were sore from the concrete. Walking around her, I nuzzled her hair from behind, thenreached around and grabbed her breasts. Squeezing, she yelped. I moved the left cup, freeing her nipple. I gave it a hard flick and nip as she squirmed against me, her ass pressing into my once again hardening dick.

My hand traveled up her chest and around her neck. I gripped her throat, but not hard enough to cut off her air while I removed her shirt and bra. My fingertips danced across her skin and stomach and to the waist of her jeans. I quickly flipped open the button, unzipped them, and tugged them down over her ass and hips. I nipped at the smooth flesh of her ass cheek as I lowered them to her ankles. My little lamb stepped out of them, and I tugged her satin thong down next, leaving her naked and exposed to me.

Slowly, I turned her toward the swing that I’d attached to the ceiling over John’s blood. With a swift movement, I lifted her off the ground, wrapping my arms around her waist and carrying her to it. Once I’d secured her, I stepped back to appreciate her beauty while she remained vulnerable and exposed to me. I spread her legs wide, showing off her wet pussy to me. Her clit was visibly swollen, begging for attention.

I knelt between her thighs and ran my fingers through her slickness and teased her lips. She moaned softly as I slid a finger inside her, feeling how tight and hot she was. Pumping in and out of her, I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“Your cunt is mine to fuck until you’re raw and begging me to stop.” I spread her apart and gained better access to her pussy and asshole. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pressed my nose against her slit, her scent nearly driving me over the edge. With each nip and suck, I applied more pressure and pain, making her squirm. I reached with one hand and ran it through the puddle of blood and rubbed it over her belly and inner thighs, noting the scar from her knife wound. A fleeting sense ofcalm flooded my senses as I reminded myself that I had exacted my revenge. Smiling, I continued to feast on her.

Her feeble attempts to grind against my face were easily stopped as I held her hips and dug my fingers into her skin.

“Oh, god. Fuck me with your tongue, Death. Do what only you can do to me.”

There it was. Her plea for me—not him.

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ELLA

I wanted the pain, the constant guessing of what Death would do to me next. He pulled away, his mouth and chin coated in my juices. He flashed me a wicked smile as he reached into his jeans pocket and produced a thick butt plug. Death massaged my clit with it, then slid it into my pussy, fucking me slowly. Once it was slick, he began to work it into my ass.

“Oh.” My eyes widened as the long and thick curved plug stretched me. His thumb swirled around my sensitive flesh.

“I bet your cunt is begging to be fucked, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.

“Beg for it, my little bitch. Make me believe you.” He buried his face in my pussy again.

“Death, please. I need you to fuck me hard. Shove that big cock in me and fuck me until I can’t take anymore. Then, fuck me some more.”

He moaned against my slick flesh before he bit my bundle of nerves, sending pain through me.

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