Page 36 of The Last Feast
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HEARTBEAT
AUGUSTE
She’s so beautiful with blood coating her hands, and her features soften as looks at the table. It’s only been a few hours, but Hana is an artist with pain. She examines the table, how the blood drips over the sides, then the score mark she’s made through his skin while she gulps down her third bottle of water during our break. His right arm is a mangled mess of different cuts, and so are his thighs, but she doesn’t get territorial over the cuts I’ve left between hers. Instead, she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles.
I kiss her neck, smoothing my hand around her hip to her stomach. We move as one as she swipes a new knife off the sideboard before we go back to the table. I help her cut into her prey, being careful to avoid the intestines so his stench doesn’t ruin anything now that she’s had time to rehydrate.
But she knows that already and pulls her hand up. I press my lips beneath her ear as I softly say, “Clever girl. Now, we’re going to make another cut, like a T shape.”
I slip my hand beneath her hoodie when she nods. Bringing the knife to the tip of the incision, we cut a parallel line across while my father’s dull screams vibrate around us. It only pushes more blood out, his heart hammering in his chest that my beautiful woman will soon be exploring.
I keep hold of the knife as she slowly threads her hand through the flap we’ve made. The further she pushes inside the cavity, the bolder I get. I slip my hand into the waistband of her sweats and cup between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked,” I groan.
The perverted fuck falls unconscious from the blood loss, so she doesn’t get to feel his screams, but they’re not her focus. She looks up at me, a faint blush staining her cheeks. “Because you’re hard.” She pushes her ass back. “I can feel you.” Then, she turns to her experiment, mumbling, “And you called me a clever girl.”
My chest shakes on a soundless laugh as I trace the column of her neck with the tip of my nose. “Do you like it when daddy calls you his clever girl?” I lightly tease her with my middle finger and softly suck on her neck. “Be daddy’s clever girl and rip his heart out, baby. Then, I’ll give you mine.”
She must pierce his lung, because his chest slowly deflates as she forcefully pushes her hand up. I watch her arm, noting how much is coated in blood to time my fingers with hers wrapping around the rotten organ.
As soon as she’s got it, her entire body relaxes, and I slowly push two fingers into her. The moan she lets out is the loudest, most intoxicating sound in existence.
“That’s it, baby,” I moan. “You’re doing such a good job while daddy plays with your beautiful cunt.” I suck on her pulse point as I curl my fingers up, stroking that soft spot on her inner walls, and she moans louder. “My strong, clever girl.”
She clenches around my fingers.
“So beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. “So fucking mine.”
Her forearm pulses as she massages the heart through its last beats then forces the long blade of the knife through the incision. I slow, fearful of distracting her, but she clenches, and her moans are louder as she blindly stabs into the thick veins and arteries keeping the organ in place. She roughly tugs, pulling it free from the inhumane person it belonged to.
“Keep going,” I whisper against her ear as I slowly fuck her with my finger. “Get your justice while daddy makes you feel good.”
Her head softly hits my shoulder as she moans, slowly grinding into my hand. I need her to be lost like me, shocked by her desires like me, so I slowly work in a third finger while she holds the heart in an iron grip. Her nails cut through the flesh, painting her fingers in more blood.
“Are you hungry, Hana?” I ask softly—too softly.
But she doesn’t answer. I’ve surprised her like she did with me.
“Bite it.” I kiss her cheek then lightly nip below her freckles. “Chew it up then spit it out.”
Those big, beautiful eyes are fixed on me as she makes her decision. I don’t stop, slowly fucking her with my fingers, grinding my palm into her clit, or smiling. Not even when she brings the cooling heart to her lips or when her lips part on a long moan. She’s so fucking close, I can taste her release in the air.
“Do not come until I tell you,” I order, slowing my fingers and reducing the pressure on her clit. “You broke me apart to recreate me. Now bite a chunk of what hurt you.”
Her eyes soften, and she quickly bites into the heart.
“Clever fucking girl,” I reward her, fucking her faster and slapping the heel of my palm on her clit. She’s even more beautiful with her lips painted red, the aorta directly in front ofthem. The muscle fibers harden as they cool, making her teeth marks sharper.
So, I continue rewarding her as I massage her lower stomach in tight circles and move my fingers in waves while she chews. Then, I kiss her jaw as her teeth pop through the flesh. “Spit, baby.”
There’s no better sight than my woman coming as she spits the mangled flesh of the cunt who hurt her onto his lifeless body. But she doesn’t lose energy as she throws the rest of the organ at the wall then forcefully pushes her hips back. I pull her with me, curling my fingers up to hear that soft little gasp leave her lips.
Hana grabs my wrist with her bloody fingers and in the softest voice says, “No playing this time. I just want tomorrows with you.”
“You’ve got them.” I turn her around and cup her face with both hands. “You’ve got me.”
