Page 157 of Madness Behind the Mask
The knowledge that it isn’t just fuckinganatomythat made her come all those years ago.
So why the fuck do I want to rip his fucking throat out just for looking at her how she is?
Naked.
Vulnerable.
Fuckingmine.
I’m on him before I even realize I’ve moved, myteethin his neck, ripping out his jugular as she screams. Red paints her mask in long spurts, streaking across closed eyes and an open mouth. I grab his chin and force his head to the side, not wanting him to see her even in his final moments.
His eyes are bugged in horror and pain, and I hope the fucker is suffering.He tried to touch what’s mine. Tried to take fromme. My pussy. My fucking girl.Anger straining my muscles, I tear his head off, the ripping of flesh, the snapping of tendons and bone a song of delight. Snarling, I toss it across the room.Breathing heavily. Wanting to tearthe rest of him limb from limb, but then I hear Sau whimper softly.
My gaze snaps to hers, then stills.
Knowledge and understanding slam into me.
Heenteredher.
My own agonized rasp escapes as I watch her clench her jaw and shudder beneath him.
He’s still inside her, his headless body between us.
His cock deep in her pussy.
The pussyIown.
Anger overrides the pain as I envision him inside her, herenjoyinghim. My muscles tremble with the force of emotions bombarding me from too many sides. Like I’m being curbstomped from all directions, kicked in the head and disorientated.
I don’t want to feel anythingsoftfor her. This is a night of revenge, of sweet, sweet revenge, but all I can think about is his cock is still fucking inside her, and she’s making no move to throw him off.
A snarl ripping from me, I stand, hoping it is just our combined weight making her still for him, but it isn’t.
She still doesn’t move.
Still doesn’t toss him off.
Why the fuck isn’t she tossing him off!
“You fucking whore,” I bite out as I reach a hand under her still body and roll her away from me,moving heron top of him.She doesn’t move off him, stillenjoyinghim in some twisted little power play; ‘the joke is one you. I’m into this.’ My chest tightens on a wail I don’t release, but the pent upanger ismaking me feral.
“You like his cock inside you, don’t you, whore? You wanted to spread your legs for him? Played me like a damn fool.”
I crawl back onto the bed and grab her hips, my fingers bruising her skin.
“Fuck you,” she chokes out, so I slap her ass hard – all punishment, no pleasure. She is still a fighter, has all her feisty rage, so why isn’t she moving off his fucking cock?
“No, Sau,” I hiss as I grab my own. “I told you I’m doing the fucking tonight.”
Nowthe bitch finally moves, feeling the tip of my cock against her tight and bloody pussy. She tries to jerk away, so I release my cock to grab her free hip,allmyfingers forming more bruises, locking her still.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Sau? Pretended to cry so you would get the big cock you wanted, making me think you didn’t.”
“I didn’t –” She breaks on a scream as I push in on one deep shove.
His cock is flaccid beneath mine, all the blood pressure having left through his open neck. The coppery smell of the bastard has overridden the teasing of hers, the smell of our mixed scents. He’s still bleeding out like a butchered pig beneath her arms that are outstretched and tied to the bed, and I grab the back of her head, fisting her long black hair to yank her gazeoverto mine.
“You want to come on him? Go for it, sweet girl, but he doesn’t get to enjoy what’s mine.”
