I stoop to kiss her nipple, to lick it and let my tongue glide over her skin and enjoy the taste. She shudders when I suck on her. For a long, luscious moment, I take the left one in my teeth, amused by her fearful, shuddering inhalation.
“Not that. Not there!”
“Are you sure?” I kiss her breast.
“Yes.” But she whimpers at me as I dent her skin enough to cause a mix of pleasure and pain.
When I release her nipple and instead palm her pussy, she pushes her lower body at me, trying to grind.
I lift her an inch up the wall. “Liar.”
I grin at her glare, her scowl, feel my lips split in a way no normal human should smile, thick and ridged due to a suture line cutting my mouth in two.Mine to fuck, mine tonotkill. My choice.
Anything I want, I can do.
She’s no longer shivering, but as I turn her and bend her over the wash basin, she lets out small objections. At the sight of her luscious ass, I forget to breathe.
Who. Needs. Breathing.
I give her ass a pleasing smack, then another, and redden her flesh. She huffs, ducks her head, and spreads her legs.
She wants a man, I am sure, though I’m still not sure I can be classed as a man.
As I release my cock from my pants, my hand gleams with evidence of her sweet arousal, but a row of suture scars at the base also greets my gaze. That vexes me. My skin is marred by angry, red lumps and dots. I am a jigsaw.
Even my cock might not be mine.
Teeth gritted, I scowl. Anger sizzles at this final insult. I sink my fist into her hair and use it to lever back her head then put my wet hand to her mouth.
“Taste yourself.” With the head of my renovated cock, I search blindly for her entrance. It slips sideways then finds the wet runway of her lips, the hole I need, and I jam in the first couple of inches, hard. She cries out.
Good. Someone should pay for the crimes done to me. Then my anger wanes. It’s not her fault. Never was. Her teeth dig into my hand, and I welcome the chastising pain. “Suck on me while I fuck you.”
She bites hard enough to break skin, and I smell the blood.
“Ouch.” I grumble softly to her ear, “You made me bleed. Should I make you hurt?”
My nose is in her hair now and I nuzzle her and breathe in, inhaling memories I never knew I had. This scent is Hailey. I remember her scent, from somewhere, somewhen.
I ache to remember more of our past.
I don’t want to hurt her. Remember this also.
“Fuck me, please,” she pleads, almost sobbing.“Keep going. I need this.”
I bite her nape, gently. “You need this scarred, angry—” I choke back the word I was about to say—Frankenstein. “You want this monster in you, fucking you?”
“Yes? Please?” She squirms under me, her cunt nearly milking my cock with small clenches. “I think so?” Her last words are quiet, as if she’s embarrassed to want me.
She thinks so.
I chuckle. I never knew I could laugh like this. The irony of her begging me.
“My fucking pleasure.”
I push my bleeding hand back into her mouth, and she opens and sucks on it even as her pussy welcomes the full length of me as I thrust in.
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