Page 25 of Burning Souls

“Please touch me!” I beg, parting my legs further and letting Tobias move closer to my entrance. He traces kisses up my thighs. His hot breath lingers on my skin,his hands explore my pussy. My finger enters, just as Tobias’ tongue enters me, licking and circling my clit. I remove my finger, relaxing my body.

“So fucking hot when you beg for me. Tell me what you want. Use your words.” Tobias leaves me, tracing his lips up my thighs. He reaches my stomach before tracing every piece of my body, making me feel whole again. His lips trail my arms, and he kisses each scar and cut, not leaving a single one behind.

“Angel, tell me. Show me what you want me to do.” His lips move to my other arm further up. He takes a second, looking at it, his fingers placed over my scars as he stalks my cuts while looking at me, also worried and concerned.

Embarrassment overrides me. Any sexual pleasure or feeling I had vanishes.

“I’m sorry. I know they are disgusting.” I’m not someone who lets herself become vulnerable or even be as soft as I am now with Tobias, but this is the first time I have truly let someone see my arms and what I live with, and he isn’t disgusted by me; he’s concerned about me. Someone is concerned.

My eyes narrow, confused. I’m not used to caring for myself. I haven’t had that in years. Do I let him carry on, or do I kick him off me and scream for him to leave?

“They are not disgusting at all. You are perfect and so damn hot.”

He traces his lips back down my arms, kissing me. My breath picks up as Tobias slides down my body and off the bed. His cock is still hard, dripping pre-cum.

“Please fuck me,” I beg as he stands there, not moving.

“I didn’t quite hear that. What was it?” he asks, moving closer to the bed, lifting one knee after the other and crawling up again. His face is over mine, placing a kiss on my cheek. His cock teases my entrance, having me whimpering against his hold. Fuck, watching a man crawl is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Please fuck me. Make me feel good,” I plead. His lips come to my ears, his hot breath making my eyes flutter and my eyes blurry.

“Seeing as you asked so nicely. Anything for you, Angel.”

He thrusts inside me, jerking my body backward from the intrusion I welcome. Arching my back, my hips rock back and forth. Tobias’ hands are holding the side of my head as he moves my hair from my face.

His thumb trails down my eyebrows to my lips, pulling them down and smashing his lips to mine.

“Ash, you taste so good. You are so beautiful. Never forget that.” A single tear, followed by a stream, falls from my eyes. He wipes my tears, licking them away with his tongue. Fuck, that alone has my hips rocking faster against his thrusts.

“Stop crying. All I am doing is telling you the truth.” He thrusts in deeper, more demanding, and meeting my rhythm.

“Fuck, please!” I scream. He looks up at me, thrusting harder, in and out, holding my hair.

My orgasm is in the pit of my stomach as I let the pleasure rip through my body, and I see stars. Tobias slows down. My body shakes from the pressure, and I feel his cock tighten inside my pussy as he spills into me, holding me in his hands before rolling over. I'm taken onto his chest, and all my worries disappear. At least for now, until I have to let myself back into reality. Knowing I have a human to kill should give me more joy, but at this moment, it doesn’t.

“You're perfect—” Tobias’ words get cut off by Sean and Jessie walking into the room. They look at each other rather than at us. I can’t tell what they’re feeling, and that is the scary part.

“Smells like sex in here. Get dressed, you have a soul to send to hell,” Jessie sneers, throwing me my top and the same to Tobias, walking out of the room as Sean turns.

“Don’t worry, Angel. I have just the right punishment in mind for you later.” Sean winks at me, walking out of the room.

8

ONE, TWO FREDDY'S COMING FOR YOU

After I get myself dressed, I accompany Jessie and Sean upstairs until I ask them to leave.

I need to do this without any distractions, and them being in the same room would have me bent over getting fucked.

“I could let you go, but I feel as if you would run to the cops, and I can’t be having that.” I tap the side of my cheek, stepping back to appreciate how she looks. She’s sitting tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth, with her feet and arms tied down.

She’s unable to move or speak, making this easier for me.

I brought a bag of salt before I came here, and it’s going to hurt like hell when I pour it into her cuts.

“Those cuts look sore. Let me heal them.” My eyes narrow as I pick up the bag of salt, scooping a handful and throwing them in the multiple cuts over the woman’s body. She tries to scream into the gag, but all I get is a half-assed muffled sound.

I bring my knife across her face, slashing her cheeks, nose, and any skin I can over and over, while then pouring more salt over her wounds. Blood pours out. I love the sight of blood. It makes me feel alive.

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