“I don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.”
She grabs either side of my face and crushes her lips onto mine, her nails scraping against the stubble on my cheeks.
She holds on to me like she’s falling, but I have no interest in catching her. I will always fall with her, chasing after her even in death.
Her legs lock around my hips, so I pick her up, my hands sliding against her slick skin, and carry her to the clawfoot tub. She pulls away just an inch, her teeth chattering and drawing out a grin from me. She’s grinding her pussy against my length, slipping and sliding from how fucking soaked she is.
Carefully, I step into the tub and lower us in it, crimson dyeing the porcelain with smeared fingerprints and fresh droplets.
Baring my teeth, I groan when she undulates against my cock, threatening to tear my sanity out of my head like a monster does a heart in a cheesy horror film.
Before I completely lose it, I reach forward and grab the handheld shower head that rests by the faucet. Then, I turn the hot water on full blast, playing with the temperature until it’s comfortable.
“Zade,” she pleads, lost in delirium. Addie was only ever shown pain with a knife, and now she’s experiencing just how cataclysmic it can be when done right.
From now on, the only knife she’ll ever fall prey to is mine, and she’ll fucking beg me for it.
I switch the water to the shower head, before leaning back and spraying it over her body. She hisses, tipping her head back and continuing to move her hips in slow movements.
Her husky moans fill the space, bouncing off stone and porcelain, and sticking to me like hot wax. Red-tinted blood streams over her curves before swirling down the drain.
I turn the water to myself next and rid myself of the blood and grime from today’s activity. By the time I finish, I find her staring down at me, a heat in her eyes that robs me of breath.
“Look at your new scars,” I demand sharply. It takes a few beats before she drags her gaze from mine and down to her body. The wounds are still bleeding, the hot water not allowing the blood to clot. “What do you see?”
Sliding a hand across that same scar on her stomach, she exhales shakily. “You.”
I lean up, curling my finger beneath her chin and raising her eyes back to mine. “Someday soon, little mouse, you will not be able to see anything else. I will be the only villain in your story, and the only one who has the power to make you scream.”
The moment the last word leaves my tongue, I turn the shower head towards her pussy, the powerful spray directly on her clit.
She jolts, a gasp quickly transforming into a cry. Her hands grasp either side of the tub, and once more, her head falls back. But this time, she screams, just as I said she would.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,” I bite out, gritting my teeth as she uncontrollably bucks against me. I lean up and curl an arm around her waist, pleasure building in the base of my spine too quickly. I lift her off of me just an inch, but she hardly notices.
“Oh my God, Zade,” she cries. I capture her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the peak before biting down. Her moans grow sharper, and her claws score across my shoulders.
Blood continues to stream from her wounds, painting her body in red. An angel of death is what she is, kneeling above me with blood on her hands that will never wash away.
She’s absolute perfection, and I will never get tired of showing her just how much I fucking worship her.
“I’m going to-” I move the shower head away, and this time when she screams, it’s from frustration. Her nails bite into my skin, creating angry crescent moons. I grit my teeth, the pain morphing into intense pleasure.
“How do you get what you want, Adeline?” I snap. “Pray to God, and only then will I let you come all over my cock.”
“Please, Zade, please,” she begs desperately. Breathlessly.
I shake my head, denying her. “Please, what, baby? I can’t answer your prayers if I don’t know what they are.”
“Let me come,” she breathes. “Please, let me come.”
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, moving the spray back to her clit. Her eyes roll, and within moments, she’s collapsing against me, grinding on my cock, and exploding all over me while I continue to batter her clit with the spray. She chants my name like it’s a Hail Mary, and the only way she’ll be forgiven.
She pushes my hand away when it becomes too much, relieving herself of the water. I lean forward and tap the lever, so it switches back to the faucet. Dropping the shower head, I sit back again, not bothering to plug the drain.
She’s panting still, the aftershocks rolling through her and causing her to twitch over me like a malfunctioning robot.
Her pussy is hovering mere inches above my cock, and I’m nearly blind with the need to sink myself so deep inside her, I come out the other end. I could do it so fucking easily, especially while she’s still recovering.
The urge to hurt. To damage and cause pain, to bend, and break-it’s always going to be there. I will always want to rip Addie to shreds for my own sick enjoyment, but that doesn’t negate my need to protect her. To treasure and hold on to her like she’s the plastic rose my mother gave me.
I’m so fucking in love with her, and while my love is brutal and ruthless, it’s also nurturing. Choosing when to be kind and when to let go will always be an uphill fucking battle.
And this is one of those moments where I need to tame the beast. As much as it makes my dick want to fall off from pain.
Addie turns her eyes to me, peeking at me almost shyly beneath her thick lashes. The ends of her damp hair are plastered to her wet body, molding around her round tits and over her ribs. Water droplets slowly trail down every part of her, and I can’t decide which one to lick first.
Fuck. I really, really don’t want to be kind right now. I want to put the devil to shame.
“Turn around,” I tell her, voice tight and hoarse. She slowly shakes her head, then lowers herself on the ridge of my cock, forcing it to lie flat against my stomach. Then, she begins to slide up and down my length, enveloping me in her wet heat.
A growl rips from my throat, and my hips jerk up as a threat.
“Don’t fucking test me, Adeline.”
“You won’t fuck me,” she drawls, her pink lips curling into a smile.
“Don’t be so sure of that. I can do a lot of things, but resisting your sweet little pussy is hardly one of them.”
“You know I wouldn’t forgive you,” she says, a wicked glint in her eye.
Snarling, I seize her by the throat and bring her in close. “Your hatred has always tasted like heaven, little mouse. If I have to spend the rest of my life on my knees, then I will use my mouth for more than just begging for your forgiveness.” I grin sinisterly, and her breath hitches. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be kneeling beside me.”
She shakes her head, refusing to back down. The little wench rolls her hips, gliding her pussy up to the tip, then down to the base again, drawing my balls up tight. Her eyes flutter as she rubs her clit against me, uncaring how precariously her life hangs over the knife.
“Just stay like this,” she whispers, repeating the motion again and again until I’m close to snapping her neck like a goddamn toothpick.
My nerve endings ignite, and my body goes numb with pleasure. I’m no more conscious of how tightly I’m squeezing her neck than I am of life outside of the girl grinding against me. I’ll die if she stops, but there’s every chance she’ll die before I can finish.
It’s taking everything in me to keep my hips still. Her little hand wraps around my wrist, and it’s then I notice that every vein in my body is protruding from my skin.
Forcefully, she pushes my shoulders back until I’m slamming into the back of the porcelain tub, ripping my hand from her throat. She sucks in a deep breath but doesn’t stop gyrating against me.
My hands move to her round hips, and there’s no stopping me from jerking her further against me, taking over her grinding and setting a pace of my own.
Pleasure is pooling in the base of my spine, and I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I draw closer to release.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.