Page 137 of Executing Malice
Wraps around his cock.
Strokes.
“Dante...” His name wheezes out of me in a sob. A fucking plea.
I can’t be sure, but I think I have a micro-orgasm watching him coat his dick in my blood.
“We should put this back inside you,” he breathes “Losing blood isn’t good for you.”
I’m given no further warning when he thrusts hard inside me. The raw burn bows my body as the sweet pain steals my sanity and capsizes my soul. I’m in brutal bliss so razor sharp I don’t hear the cruel words while he takes me with reckless hatred.
His cock spears into me again and again, stretching me around every jagged thrust. My screams rip through the trees but seem to feed him as he holds me down and watches me with eyes that glow like hollow moons.
“Your cunt is squeezing me so hard,” he snarls against my ear, fangs scraping the skin.
Between us, our blood runs together across my torso, smearing and sticking. It’s between my thighs where he’s driving himself inside me.
“Tell me to stop, little whore. Tell me you’re not two seconds away from cumming all over my bloody cock.”
I sob because he’s right. Because my body is an asshole and already betraying me to him.
But I’m saved from humiliating myself when he shifts. His cock vanishes and the sudden emptiness makes me gasp. But there is no reprieve. His blood-slick hand is back at his arm, over the wound I gave him. I watch him lather it all over his shaft again. Mixing it with my arousal and blood.
Still, even when he finishes, he doesn’t fuck me. His sticky hands close around my hips and I’m flipped up onto my knees. The skirt is shoved up over my hips. The head of his dick drifts through my lips, nudges my opening ... travels north.
My eyes go wide when he presses the swollen cap against my back entrance.
“Dante...”
He ignores the tremor that courses through me, ignores the uncertainty in my voice. He must not notice the fingers I claw into the dirt as the blunt head pushes against my tight ring.
Panic flares. I try to thrash free.
The sharp crack of his palm across my ass cheek stills me. It rings through the trees. The exact sound of a whip snapping.
“You’re taking me,” is all he says, forcing the thick crown past resistance.
I scream, back bowing as my body stretches around him, white-hot pain laced with pleasure flares through me. My body shakes with uncontrollable desire as the invasion and humiliation sears raw.
When he bottoms out, buried to the hilt in my ass, he laughs, ragged and triumphant.
“I don’t think that’s enough. I think you need more.”
I don’t understand through the buzz of blood humming between my ears. But the light suddenly goes out. I think maybe I closed my eyes, but I blink them and the light is still gone. My second thought is that it flicked out once more. I’m wrong again.
So wrong.
“Dante, no...” I choke.
The cold kiss of metal slips between my lips. Teases my clit.
“Safe word,” he growls.
I should say it. This is too much. It’s beyond the point of sanity.
The curved edges of the handle press against my opening. Past. It tears me open.
My hips buck, a scream caught in my throat as the smooth sides slide in, filling me alongside him. Hitting every piercing on his cock through the thin membrane.
