Page 42 of Bloody Valentine

“What is your fascination with fucking hitting me?” She growled.

I ignored her and instead slapped her soaked cunt again, harder this time. “Be a good girl if you don’t want to be punished. Wider, Little Virgin. Open wider and show me how well you can suck my thick cock.”

She choked again, and I pulled my dick out of her mouth long enough to grab her head and let my saliva drip down my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes widened, those pretty lips parting further.

I brought my hands back up to her delicious cunt, slipping a single finger into her tight little hole. Her body bucked off the board, and I pushed deeper fucking her soaking pussy while returning my dick to the warmth of her throat.

Her clit was begging for my tongue, and when I sucked it into my mouth, I didn’t want to leave. I kept toying with her, groaning when her sounds turned to panting.

“Hate…Oh fuck…hate…” She moaned, and I smiled, continuing my movements, going a little deeper every few thrusts, sucking a little harder.

She was close. She was shaking on the cross, and I was vibrating because of my own needs. I could feel my come begging to be released.

I slammed my fingers into her cunt harder, faster, using circles with my tongue just like she loved. Sure enough, she convulsed, her lips freezing on my cock as she came all over my chin, her orgasm dripping down to run over her face, leaving a shallow pool on the ground.

I pulled out of her throat long enough to watch her wide-eyed expression be absolutely painted in my come.

“Fuck, you are the best work of art I have ever created. I wish I could capture this moment on a canvas to keep it forever, but for time’s sake, this will do.”

Taking my phone out of my pants pocket, I snapped a photo. She was breathtakingly broken. Once I put the device back in my pocket, I spun her around to be right-side up. I watched her cheeks return to that ivory color while using some of the extra silk cloth to wipe her off from the mess.

“I don’t understand you,” she said quietly after a moment. “You can be so cruel, but there’s more to you. You have some light in you. You used to be a good person. I don’t know what changed you, but you weren’t always a monster. It was them, wasn’t it? The Divine. They made you into the monster you are.”

I thought about her words. She wasn’t wrong. The night I killed my sister, I ran. I didn’t want to be what the Divine forced me to be. I ran as far as I could, not turning back to accept what I had done. But just as fate always does…They caught me.

“Maybe,” I admitted as I finished cleaning her from the mess. “I suppose my humanity died along with the ones I love.”

Vivian forced me to look at her and wouldn’t take those blue eyes from mine. It was like staring into a reflection of myself. Broken, defeated, and yet still trying to find some way to survive. I sighed and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. She didn’t fight me. She tasted faintly of my come and salty from her tears.

“What do you know about love, Maddox,” she said accusingly. “You have taken so many loved ones from others. They didn’t get a choice. My mom would miss me if I were gone, you know. I am loved, and you know what?”

I waited for her to continue, not realizing why I felt such a need to hear her words.

“I think you would miss me too.”

Was my intrigue for her so obvious? That was dangerous. If the Divine knew…

“I don’t care about you, Little Virgin. I only care what you can do for me.”

The hurt flashed in her eyes, and I tried to ignore it, the look reminding me so damn much of that betrayal of Liberty’s. The haunting stare that demanded I fight my destiny.

“You’re lying,” she said softly. “You can lie to your little underlings all you want, but you can’t lie to me. You plan on sacrificing me anyway, right? What’s the harm in letting me in? Make me understand where all this cruelty comes from.”

I sighed and turned my back to her, not wanting to feel this vulnerability latch onto my insides. Being gutted like a fish is the only way I knew how to ‘open up’ to someone, but with my Little Virgin, I felt like, if nothing else, I owed her this.

“Very well,” I said, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “I will skip my dead mother and abusive father controlling my upbringing and start with something more…impactful.”

She waited for me to continue.

“My first kill was my sister.” Saying that out loud after nineteen years felt strange. I hid this secret of my first sacrifice close to my heart, Hayes never knowing of my indiscretion. “It was an accident. I loved her. She wanted me to betray our family, to run away and never look back.”

“What happened?” Vivian asked, encouraging me to speak.

“I was stupid. I didn’t know how to use the weapons thrown into my hands, and I made a mistake. I hit the trigger when we were arguing, and the stray bullet struck her.”

My cheeks felt cold, and I saw water droplets after running my hand over them.

“I’m sorry,” Vivian said, bringing my attention back to her. I hated the fate of my sister. I hated that she chased me on that futile task to save my soul.

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