Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
“Looking thoroughly fucked, Madness.”
She drops to her knees in front of me, holding my eyes as her tongue skims my balls. My hand flies into the nest of her hair when she draws it over before her lips wrap around my cock.
“Fuck. See that—” I nudge my head over my shoulder, and her eyes shift to the corner of the room where a red light flashes. “I’ll be sure to use this as porn when you’re no longer here.”
The annoyance of my words has her grip on me tighten. My laughter turns to a groan as she swallows me deep down her ribbed throat. Her tongue works a pattern that watching porn doesn’t teach, her little hands twisting the bottom of my dick that her mouth can’t touch. I jackknife deep inside, thoughts of her doing this with someone else invading every thrust. It’s animalistic the way I’d fucking rip someone apart right now. I need blood, death. To feel ice melt against my skin the same way life leaves their eyes.
Heat rushes through my balls, my breath hitching. “You’re a filthy little slut, Madness.”
“Yes.” She kisses the rim of my tip. “But only for you.”
Everything shatters around me as my fingers bite into the covers. She swallows each drop of my cum, flicking her tongue over the top before straddling my lap once more. That relenting anger is unstoppable, but I’d mastered the art of containment a long time ago, so I flip her onto her stomach and fall to my knees, my mouth covering the opening of her pussy. She’s still wet. Sweet. Needy. I bury my tongue deep inside her, feasting like a starved animal with every hungry stroke. Her hips buck against my face as I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place by her ass.
“I want you, Priest. Inside.”
Slowly standing to my feet, I drag my finger down her slit before my hand grazes the holster around her thigh. She stiffens, turning over her shoulder until her eyes land on mine.
“Priest.” It’s a warning.
My smirk widens, and the sound of her holster unclipping makes her flinch.
“Do you trust me?” It never mattered before, but for whatever reason, it did for her.
She battles with her answer, her mouth forming an O before snapping shut. Her eyes shift around the room before landing back on mine. “Yes. I do.”
“Bad idea.” My thumb is in the hole of the throwing star as I whip it out from her holster and roll her onto her back.
She squirms beneath me but wriggles down the bed. Metal against flesh, the sharp end sinks into her skin where her thigh meets her middle.
“Spell it out for me.” With every stroke, I force myself to not dig deeper. I want nothing more than to watch her body swallow the weapon in one go, to cut her open and feel every inch of her.
“M—” She doesn’t hiss, flinch, or display any sign of pain.
I continue.
“—A.” The lines are messy like graffiti, and when blood spills from the incision, I stroke myself slowly, tilting my head to the side as my thumb circles crimson over her inner thigh.
“D—” My lip curls and a soft growl escapes when her bleeding becomes rapid.
“—R.” Precum glistens over my cock. I pause, using the throwing star to collect some of the spillage.
My eyes find hers when the chill of metal meets my cock. I use it to cover me with her blood.
Her eyes widen, watching in fascination as I bring the weapon back down and continue.
“A—” I finish the letters quickly. “B. B. I. T.” Tossing the star to the side, I use my cock to spread the blood over to the opening of her pussy before burying myself back inside of her.
Her teeth catch my jaw as I drive harder, faster, the sound of our sweat and her blood slapping together in hard, broad strokes. I want it. Her. This. Her. It all.
Her orgasm comes fast, and her body shakes as her release spills over me. I drive in harder. Until her ass claps against my hips, and my fingers are buried in her wound.
Blood drips down my arms as I reach forward, painting her lips red as the muscles in my body tighten. A strangled groan leaves me breathless as I empty myself inside of her, feeling the build of both of us between the thirst of her cunt.
Sucking on her lip, my body quivers with hers on its way back down as I place a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Tell me you hate me.”
I drop my weight over her but slide to the side. When she doesn’t answer, I pull her in close. “Tell me you fucking hate me and that I’m disgusting.”
“No,” she chokes on a whisper that spreads over my chest. “But you do me, and I know why.”