Page 73 of Bleed for Me

Paige watches me with glassy eyes as rise from the ground. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I lick each one, groaning at her flavor exploding on my tastebuds. “God, I love the taste of your cum. I could live on it alone.” Her mouth gapes at me and I grin wickedly back at her.

Seth lets out an agonized noise behind me, causing Paige’s attention to shift. Growling, I step into her, gripping her chin and forcing her attention back on me. She opens her mouth in protest and I tighten my grip, shaking my head. “I’ve waited too long for you. The whole damn world could be watching and I’d still claim your body as mine before I destroyed them all for it.” She lets out a surprised breath but can’t hide the heat that burns in her eyes at my promise. Leaning into her, I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in front of him and then I’m going to carve out his eyes before I slit his throat.”

Paige gasps, trembling against me. Smirking, I lean back and command, “Take out my cock.” Her fingers shake but she immediately obeys. The moment my cock is freed, I grip her hips and spin her around, bending her over the couch. Reaching around, I grip the neckline of her dress and tear it apart, freeing her breasts. I knead one of her tits as I push the hem up past her hips, lining up with her pussy. Paige pushes back against me, as desperate for this as I am. I slap her ass, gripping the soft flesh to hold her still. “Naughty little bird.” I chuckle, teasing her with the head of my cock. “So needy. Do you want my cock?” Paige whimpers in response, earning another harsh slap. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes. I want your cock.” She pants, her body rigid as she tries to hold still.

I run my palm over her cheek, soothing the sting of the smacks. “Mmm. As you wish.” Thrusting forward, I impale her in one swift movement. My head drops back at the feeling of her pussy strangling my dick. “Fuck baby.” I groan, stilling to regain some semblance of composure.

If I’m not careful, the hold she has on me is going to make me come like a fucking virgin teenager at his first taste of pussy.

Her walls clench around me and the last of my control snaps. Releasing her breast, I grip her hips and pull back before slamming back into her. My thrusts are punishing, all the pent up anger, worry, and need spilling from me into her as I pound into her pussy again and again.

Paige cries out as her own pleasure builds. “Oh fuck. Fuck! Please, Mick.” Her desperate pleas accentuated with each thrust of my hips. I move my hand back up, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

She’s so close, I need to feel her coming on me. I need it more than the air I breathe.

“That’s it baby.” I praise, twisting my fingers on her hard nub. “Come for me. Let me feel you.” Bending over her body, I murmur, “Let’s show Seth what it really means to please a woman.” She gasps at the reminder of her ex just a few feet from us. Before she can further react, I slip my other hand from her hip, shifting slightly to pull her back from the couch enough to reach between her legs. My fingers seek out her clit, rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bud before pinching it lightly.

Paige screams as she comes, burying her face into the cushion. “Fuck.” I grunt as she spasms around me, continuing my attention on her clit through her orgasm.

As soon as her trembles lessen, I slide my hand to her throat, pulling her body back against me, my other hand flattening on her stomach. “So fucking perfect.” I breathe into her ear. Turning, I adjust our position so we are facing Seth, Paige’s exposed flesh on display. She squirms in my hold and I tighten my grip on her throat. Seth watches us wearily, attempting to not look at her tits or where my cock slides in and out of her. I smirk at him, lazily thrusting my hips. “You see,” I taunt, “She was never yours. Were you, baby?” I squeeze my hand on her throat, demanding an answer.

Paige shudders in my arms, shaking her head. “No.”

“Hmm. And whose are you?”

“Yours.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper but I know he can hear her. His pale face whitens further, caught between screaming and throwing up. I relish the sight and as my gaze travels to the crimson liquid pooling around him, all teasing leaves me.

Fueled by desire and bloodlust, I thrust upward, pulling Paige back against me with each movement. The motion allows me to sink further into her, moaning as I bottom out, my hips flush with her skin. My breathing grows ragged as I get closer to climax. Paige’s hips buck, her body aching for more. “Play with yourself.” I rasp. “Give me one more.”

She snakes her hand down, slipping it between her legs and swirling around her clit, chasing her own pleasure. “Oh god. I’m going to-” Paige throws her head back against me, eyes scrunched closed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. That’s it.” I groan, her fingers picking up speed at the praise. “Come. Now.” I command, my voice tight as I stave off my own orgasm. The words are enough to push her over and I follow immediately after, roaring out my release, our breathing ragged as we’re rocked by the intensity of our shared climax.

I press a soft kiss to her shoulder as I pull out. Yanking my shirt off, I pull it over her head, covering her exposed breasts. I may have wanted Seth to watch me pleasure my woman, but he’ll never get to enjoy her perfect body again.

Paige smiles softly up at me, content in her post-orgasmic bliss. I can hear Seth muttering behind me, a stark reminder that this has gone on long enough. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I murmur, “Now, I have a promise to keep.” She blinks at me before realization dawns on her, her eyes shifting to Seth, nodding once before moving to perch on the couch.

I can hear my blood rushing through my ears as the impending death of this bastard approaches.

I thought I knew bloodthirstiness before, thought I understood what it meant to want to end another’s life. I was wrong. This desire? It surpasses just the need for an outlet. This time it’s personal. He messed with what’s mine. He hurt my girl. Now it’s time to pay the reaper. And this reaper is out for blood.

I run my hand over Paige’s hair before slowly turning around, my eyes landing on Seth. He sneers at me, apparently the anger from my display is enough to override his fear.

Fine by me.

I take a step forward and chuckle as he can’t control the flinch from the movement.

“Stay away from me.” He hisses.

I cock my head at him, frustratingly impressed by the gumption. Even as his pallor increases from continued blood loss, he chooses to spit in the face of death. Wordlessly, I pivot and head toward the cupboards, rummaging around until I locate a large metal spoon. Making my way back toward him, I slip the small flip knife from my jeans as I pull them back up before returning my attention to Seth.

His face drains of all remaining color as he takes in the items in my hands. “You see,” I muse, making my way toward him. “I made a promise. And when I give my word, I keep it.” Stopping directly in front of him, I smile. “Would you like to know what I promised?”

I don’t wait for a response. Darting my hand out, I grip his hair at the base of his head and yank back. With a steady hand, I line up the spoon with his right eye, the metal inches from the socket. Seth whimpers involuntarily, unable to close his eyes to avoid seeing what’s about to happen. I close the distance and hum at the sound of his choked screams as I dig out his eyeball.

The sight of it hanging down his cheek, only connected by thin tissue and muscles, calms some of the need for pain raging through me. But it’s still not enough. I repeat the process with his other eye, stepping back to capture a mental picture of the horror on his face as he tries not to move. Every small movement increases the pain as his now mostly detached eyes hang down his face. Seth’s eyelids attempt to blink, fighting to ease the sting but only causing the exposed nerve to brush against the lids. Each unintentional flutter sends a tremor through his body.

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