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Dele

It’s easy to get into fight mode when Viper tells me to. Especially when fighting back is so instinctual. So when he squeezes his hand around my neck, I don’t even have to think when I reach my hands forward, grab his face, and press my hands into eyes near his nose. He doesn’t let go, though. To a point where I think he’s going to fucking let me pop his eyes out.

Then he lets go. Only to grab both my wrists so painfully tight, I know they’re going to bruise. I let go of his face, and decide to use my legs instead. But he’s ready for this, taking both my wrists into his larger hand. I think he’s going to grab my thigh, but instead, he reaches down and cups my entire pussy.

It’s still sensitive from fingerfucking myself earlier, so my leg instantly give, and I grind into his hand.

“I thought you had more fight in you,Bell.”

I do. But, fuck, it’s so hard to find it when he’s rubbing my pussy with his whole hand like that. I decide to use it to my advantage. Allow him to think that my guard is down and that I’m so consumed by the feel of his hand on me, I don’t want to fight anymore.

But I always want to fight. Because that’s the only way to get Viper to fuck me like I want him to.

As soon as I feel his grip loosen, I take one of my hands from him, pull it back and punch him in the face. It’s hard enough that his mouth is bleeding. I would apologize for it if I doubted for a second that he didn’t like it.

Rather than thinking about apologizing, I manage to dash out the bed and then the room completely while ignoring the cold ache I feel at his hand not being pressed onto me.

Viper catches me in the hallway. Picking me up and then slamming me full frontal body into the hallway wall. It should hurt. It’ll probably hurt later. But I don’t feel the pain right now. Just the way the force of it vibrates through my core and pussy.

I want him to do it again.

I jerk my elbow back into him, not particularly caring what part of his body I hit so long as it has the intended result.

It does.

Viper slams me into the wall again I moan at the pleasure I feel from it, this time as he presses his hot, naked body against mine to hold me against the wall. Before I can do anything to force him to do it again, he pulls away. Wrenches me around. Slams my back into the wall this time. Then he presses his forearm against my collarbone and the top of my neck and puts his bloody mouth on mine.

I’ve drawn blood from Viper multiple times by now, even in the middle of sex. But it’s never occurred to me to taste it. I like it. And while I was happy with him controlling our kiss before, I fight back for more control. Enough so I can lick the blood coating his mouth. It’s not enough though. I want more. I want to draw more blood from him and then taste it.

So I reach next to me. Grab a fucking glass vase siting on a rickety wooden stand in the hall. Slam it into the wall next to me. Most of the pieces fall to the ground. All except the one piece I made sure to keep hold of. I hold onto it, ignoring the sting of the sharp edges cutting into my hand. Raise it between Viper and I. Dig it into the top of his chest and shoulder and cut.

Viper pulls away from me, a line of bloody spit trailing between our lips and then breaking and falling between us. Then he looks to see what I’ve done.

The cut isn’t deep. It’s actually rather shallow. Not going to even leave a mark once it’s said and done. But you wouldn’t know it based on the way blood gushes forth from it.

I stick out my tongue. Seeming to know what I’m getting at, Viper removes his arm from where it’s holding me down and allows me to lean up and forward to clean the wound I inflicted.

By now, the blood has begun to make a trail down his chest. So I catch it mid-chest on my tongue. Then lick my way back up to the still bleeding wound. I smear my lips against it, making a mess of blood in the area where the cut is. Pull away. Plant kisses on the wound while it continues to bleed.

His entire body shudders, and he hits the wall next to my head, and I can’t help but preen at how much that tells me he likes it. Can’t help but moan as my pussy aches in painful wanting of his cock.

Finally, I begin to clean the wound with my tongue. Licking the blood away until the bleeding has stopped, and there’s nothing there but a thin line of cut skin.

At some point without my notice, Viper managed to take the sharp piece of glass out my bloody hand. I incorrectly assume he’s going to give me a cut of his own. Instead, he points the glass to his own chest. Hovers it above a scar. The remnant from where I shot him all those years ago. Then, without hesitation, he makes a slash across the bullet scar and looks at me expectantly when it begins to bleed.

I begin to give the same treatment to the self-inflicted wound. The wound inflicted right over the healed wound that I once gave him.

He lifts me up by my legs as I do, forcing me to adjust my angle. Then I feel his cock inside me. I brace my arms on his shoulders as he fucks me, all thoughts of fighting him long gone as I get lost in the pleasure. Begin to lose my breath as my stomach clenches from mini waves that aren’t quite orgasms but feel good nonetheless.

I continue trying to lick up the blood, but find I don’t have the focus to do it. Not as Viper’s cock is ramming up into me. As every thrust back in slams my hips into the wall and shakes my entire body and makes mefeeleverything so much.

So I settle for putting my mouth over the scar and sucking it. And when I can’t even focus on sucking, I just settle for wet moaning into the wound. Viper still likes it regardless. This violent dance of ours. Every time we fuck seeming more violent—depraved some would say—than the last. And I can’t imagine him fucking me any other way.

He comes in me before I quite make it there. His grip on my hips tightening as he groans loudly and lets out his load inside me.

He could leave it at that. Because I told him this was all for him tonight. He could leave me wanting still and, tonight, I wouldn’t be able to complain about it. Because I told him I wouldn’t.

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