Page 41 of Bloody Valentine

“You are…my bloody…valentine.”

“Have you always been such a monster that can’t make his own decisions?”

I blinked, coming back to the present. The answer to her question was no… I hadn’t. But all that changed the night I found out firsthand what happened when I denied my fate. There was still death. Still pain. It wasn’t a matter of choice but whose pain and suffering it would be.

“We can’t escape the fate we are given. When will you realize that?” I sat opposite?her, watching as her tears fell down her pale cheeks.

The door opened, and the priest brought in the crucifix and binding rope. Vivian turned her back to me, crying harder. I sighed and stood up.

“I can make this painful or pleasurable, Little Virgin. But either way, this will happen.”

The fact that I offered a kind option showed the cracks in my foundation. She earned it with her wit. She didn’t need to be in pain for the time left before the ritual. She could enjoy this last night together.

I never cared about my sacrifices, never got to know them or who they were. I didn’t want to…their life was only created to serve the purpose of the Divine…

Why did it have to be Vivian?

“Fuck you,” she said, and I smiled.

I would actually miss her when she was gone. She brought a game that I would likely never have again. I mourned that as much as I would grieve her.

I gripped her hands and began wrapping the silk around her wrists. The loops on the cross allowed the silk to be linked to the metal. She watched me, angry tears streaming down her face as I adjusted her on the rod tree and followed the path of the silk with the rope.

Her feet were bound to the bottom. I preserved her skin as best I could by using the silk straps before using the rope. Partly for the ritual and partly for me. I wanted her whole.

When I finished, I lifted her head up to look at me. “You are beautiful,” I said.

She truly was exquisite. Her black dress flowed down past her feet, resting at the base of the cross. Her arms were raised above her head, hooked with the metal loop to anchor to the top.

“I hate you,” she said sadly before yanking her chin out of my grip and letting her head hang again.

“I expected more fight from you, Vivian." I challenged, spinning her around on the mechanism to be upside down. Her pouty lips were right where my cock was, and I vibrated at the anticipation of her mouth on me.

“Why bother? My fate is set in stone, remember?” she seethed and turned her face away from me. Her hair fell like a dark waterfall, and I watched it in awe.

“I want to enjoy your last night. I don’t need you sulking,” I said, unzipping my pants and letting them fall down my legs. My cock was right in her face, bobbing before her and lightly touching her cheek. She gasped, looking up at me.

“Don’t you fucking dare? I will bite it off.”

I let my dagger from my pocket slam into the area directly next to her face, reveling at her little squeak. Leaning down, I movedher falling hair with my hand, whispering in her ear, “I don’t recommend that, Little Virgin. Be a good girl and open wide.”

She growled at me, hesitantly opening her mouth. I thrust into her throat, enjoying how she gagged instantly on the head. I didn’t give her time to breathe. I kept thrusting my hips forward, pulling free just for her to inhale rapidly for a second before plunging back inside where I fucking belonged.

I could see the outline of my cock in her throat, and I fucked her harder.

“Oh fuck, Vivian. You take my cock like a fucking whore. It looks as though you can be a good girl after all.”

She moaned, and the vibration was enough to make my balls tighten. I yanked the knife out of the wood and gripped her dress, watching her tits fall out of the bodice as the blade sliced through the fabric like butter. I continued to pull at the seams until her pussy was visible in those silky panties.

The cross was elevated on the base and flipped upside down like this. She was in the perfect spot for my mouth. I stood up, leaning forward, and pushed up my mask.

She whimpered around my shaft as I began biting her clit through her panties. Her sound grew louder when I used my tongue and teeth to move the cloth out of my way.

She sucked my cock harder, her own pleasure causing mine to amp to the max. She tasted like honey, and I took long savoring licks of her cunt.

I wanted to memorize her pussy. Be able to envision this moment for years to come. If I couldn’t keep her, I could at least keep this mental image of her so wanton for me in my mind forever.

“I fucking hate you,” she said around my cock, and I fucked her throat harder, bringing my hands up to rip off her panties and slap her pussy.

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