Page 31 of Grave Love
“To see me plotting this very moment?”
I lick my lips, then slant down. Her breath coats my chin in hot bursts.
“I don’t—” she tries. I wait, giving her a chance to answer. Her cheeks redden. I angle slightly away, studying her. Her entire body is flushed with arousal. My dick twitches; it’s hungry for more, hungry to spill her blood.
She turns to the side and avoids me. Irritation floods me like ice water. I crack my neck, containing myself.
Shewillgive me what I want.
“You want so badly to give everything up,” I say, a hint of frustration evident in my tone. “And yet, you let this one thing stand in the way of our arrangement: what makes you come. Which do you want, little corpse? The freedom of death, of getting that final orgasm that you want, or to drown yourself in these ideas of what the rest of the world thinks is right?” I click my tongue, my jaw clenching. I pull back my fingers, my hands dangling at my side. Judging her with narrowed eyes. “Are you embarrassed by what I think of you, little corpse? Surely, you’d never let a concern likethatget in between what we both want.” I get in her face, this time breathing on her, forcing her to feel my heat. Arousal and fear mix in her eyes. “Now answer me:what makes you come?Because I intend to kill you while you come.”
Her lips move. Her answer isn’t audible.
“Answer me,” I growl.
“I don’t know!” she yells. She tosses frantically, her head twisting like a serpent swimming across a lake. Finally, she meets my eyes, those dark brown gems glistening with tears. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone else. I honestly don’t know! I only know what works when I’m by myself. It can’t be nice. It has to be rough,” she rambles. “Otherwise, I don’t feel anything. It has to be like I don’t matter. Like it’s unforgiving! So that I don’t have to think—”
Unforgiving.
The word hangs in the forefront of my mind, even as she continues to explain. It has a certain flavor to it. Bitter, like regret and petulance. Like she needs to be punished for the things she knows she’s done wrong in her life. The shame. An escape from her own reality.
It almost disgusts me that she thinks these things matter.
The saltwater in her eyes builds, fueling me. My dick throbs, so damn eager for her warmth, I can hardly contain myself now. Whether it’s blood, come, or tears. I want her heat.
For now, I can play with that shame.
Her attention falls to the side, once again unwilling to endure me. I unzip my pants, letting them fall just enough for me to access my cock. I pull it out, letting the heavy length slap down to the side.
I mount the bier, using my body weight to pin her in place.
“You know whatIenjoy, love?” I ask. I grab my dick and place it against her wet slit. Her pussy hairs tickle the head of my dick like fingernails scraping along my neck, and the bitch writhes against me, the drink in her system giving her the courage to do exactly what she wants. “I crave women’s tears.” I tease in an inch, and she moans underneath me. Thrusting herself against me like an animal. Madness fills my skull. Fire swallowing me up like a sinking ship.
“This isn’t about what I want tonight though, is it?” I chuckle, the sound low and deep. Goosebumps rise over her flesh, and I lick her ear. “It’s about you and your greedy cunt. How fucking needy you are. How desperate you are for someone to take what they want from you.”
“Please, I—”
I thrust inside of her as I slap my hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her air. I use my dick like a knife to gut her from the inside out, and she’s so wet that she takes every inch. Compliant. Giving herself to me.
Her eyes widen, and she pulls at my hands, anxious for air. Her legs spread wider, willing me to take more of her. To stab her repeatedly with my cock. To end her fucking life. I move my hips slowly. Teasing it out of her. Knowing that she’s losing the last bits of oxygen. Soon, she’ll pass out.
She writhes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the whites exposed, andthat’swhen I thrust even harder inside of her, using her body as a vessel. She’s a passed-out cunt. A fucking hole. I force her over to that other side and bask in the unconscious state of her body, using her pussy like a whetstone, honing the blade of my cock until it’s fatal. I’m close—so fucking close, it hurts—but I give her back her breath, anchoring my hands against her breasts, twisting her nipples, willing her to wake up. She gasps, and I dig my fingers into her flesh.
Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about learningher.
“So fucking pathetic,” I growl, my words vibrating against her neck. “I promise you this, little corpse: I may have asked you what makes you come, but don’t for a single second think that it’s because I care about your pleasure, about fairness. I don’t.” A guttural groan rips through me, matching my thrusts. “I’m going to take what I want. And what I want right now is to learn exactly what makes you come so that you die right as you hit that peak. You hear me, you little bitch? You’re going to come and die for me like the whore you are.”
“Please!” she cries.
I remove my cock, then prop myself up on one elbow, dipping my fingers into her gushing hole. I lube up my long digits, taking my time. She pants. So fucking impatient, my head spins.
Then I massage her back hole. The ridges pucker and flex against me, knowing what comes next. I ease a finger inside, and those rings of muscles cling to me, begging for more sensation.
“No…” Ren whines as her ass presses deeper against me, pushing her body onto my fingers. As much as she tries to deny it, she wants more.Needs it.“Please. I don’t—”
I remove my fingers violently. Glare down at her. Forcing her to accept what she just asked me to do.
Her mouth gapes with need. I let the silence eat away at her.
