Page 15 of Twisted Obsession

He too fell, writhing in a spreading stain of scarlet sin, already stinking of piss and shit.

It didn’t matter if he didn’t die immediately; he was in too much pain and my Wintergreen’s damage path shortened his life expectancy to a few dozen breaths at most.

Her father I watched and held the gun out to my side.

Celeste’s fingers covered mine, and she took the weapon with hesitancy.

I cocked my head to one side, not looking at her this time, but watching her father. Noting could stop him from dying but I didn’t trust the slimy asshole not to pull another gun or knife on his daughter who he was prepared to watch be raped in front of him for fuck’s sake.

Even I had some morals.

Trafficking, paedophilia and incest were right the fuck up there. Right alongside animal mutilation and misuse.

Besides, Celeste was mine.

“You’ve done well, daughter,” her father faked his pleasure, limping forward, one hand outstretched. “Now give daddy the gun, honey.”

I nearly puked on the man dying at my feet.

“I’ve never shot anyone,” she murmured.

I cocked her a half grin, still watching her father. The man stammered over a few unintelligible sentences as she raised the gun, and fell silent.

“You almost shot me, that night.”

“That was a crossbow.”

There’s a difference?” I grinned in full. “Point, look down the barrel. Same rules. It’s loaded and primed. Squeeze gently, Wintergreen. Double tap, nice and sharp.”

“You fucking–”

She offloaded four rounds in quick succession. Two in her father’s shoulder, one in the chest and one in the throat.

Her father’s body fell and she looked at me, her face speckled with blood. She shrugged. “I wanted to be sure.”

I grinned, scooting closer to her and wrapping my arms tight around her body. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re going to stroke my ego.”

“I’ll do more than that.” I climbed onto the stretcher, working my belt.

She watched me with trepidation. “Dante–”

I leaned down and kissed her hard. Our first kiss. “I know. I’ll make you mine the way I always planned.”

“In a room full of dead bodies?” Her eyes flicked to the doorway and I pulled the gun to her side.

“In a way you’ll never say no to me again. Shoot anyone who comes through that door while I fuck you, okay?” I added casually, just to see the shock written on her face.

Celeste didn't disappoint. The wide-eyed look she gave me almost made me cover her with ropes of cum on the spot. Her lips parted on a breath and I swore to fuck she whisperedyes.

Jesus fuck.

I breathed hard and tapped her thighs. “Open, sweet baby girl. Let me fuck you into submission now.” I held her gaze, letting mine harden.

My Wintergreen nodded, sliding her legs open for me as she had in her bed, and dropped her head back.

A deep growl built in my throat as I arched my body over hers, freeing my granite cock into my hand.

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