I tremble, my saliva sliding down his fingers, hand, and my chin as he pulls the soul straight from my body, unraveling the last threads of my sanity. A shattered mumble escapes me, wrapping itself around his fingers in trembling echoes.
He nods in approval, twisting my nipple, and the harsh touch, paradoxically, drifts across my skin like a feather compared to the agony he’s brought so far.
“Good. Very good,” he approves. “Maybe Ishouldgive you exactly what you want, what do you think?”
I push my hips forward, grinding against his knee, the soft fabric of my kimono lifting and baring my pussy. He looks down at it, his fingers hooking under the edge of it as he reveals more of me.
Dante salivates at the sight, his eyes growing hungrier. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers as he pushes his knee back, his hand slowly reaching my pussy.
He doesn’t push into my throat, just keeps his fingers in my mouth, the tips of them softly playing with my tongue. Using it,I play with them, licking and sucking as I unravel more. Each deliberate movement sparks fire in my core, spreading heat that consumes both me and the surrounding space. I give in, melting into him, caught between the raw roughness and the fleeting softness he grants.
His hand cups my pussy, warm and steady, as he applies a slight pressure onto it. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I nearly whimper at the loss of him. A trail of saliva stretches, painting my skin as he moves his hand down, grabbing my throat before I can move.
“This pussy was so patient,” he says softly while looking at my lips. “I think I need to reward her.”
My mouth opens in a silent scream when he plunges his fingers inside me. Pulses of raw electricity tear through my nerves, shaking me from the inside out as I can feel my walls tightly wrapping around them. Curling the tips of them, he hits that spot, and my back arches, surrendering to him completely.
“Cum on them, baby, come on,” he instructs, his voice breathy. “Show me how it feels when I fuck you here, with the shadow of death in the room.”
I can’t put into words the weight his words carry. It’s as if he’s seen every shape, every twisted corner inside me—and he knows exactly how to speak, how to unravel me, to pull out the raw, unfiltered pleasure I usually bury deep.
That sick, perverse satisfaction. The kind only the two of us can truly understand.
Shamelessly, I start grinding against his hand, too high on the pleasure to care about anything else. Waves of euphoria slam into me, relentless and unyielding, each one striking harder, faster, leaving my body trembling beneath their force. The throbbing in my pussy surges, growing unbearable, consuming every inch of me.
I have no control over the tremors that rip through my limbs, no anchor except Dante’s hand on my throat, grounding me to this world as I shatter, spilling everything over his fingers.
My scream would crack the windows if he weren’t holding me together. Instead, a ragged sound trembles out of me, my cheeks blazing as my eyes roll in dizzy spirals. Stars scatter behind my lids, color smearing like wet paint as the waves drag me under.
I drift for ages before gravity finds me again, silently wishing it wouldn’t. I’d let myself dissolve in that bliss without a fight. Let it rip me apart, burn me clean, because I’ve never felt anything more real than this.
Dante’s hand vanishes from my throat, leaving a pleasantly burning imprint on my skin. The bruise will be visible in the morning, I know that. And now, all I can think about is how to get more of his marks onto my body.
I’m breathless by the time he pulls his fingers out with a slick sound. My thighs clamp shut, greedily swallowing the crumbs of pleasure. Through my half-mast eyes, I watch him as he brings the fingers to his mouth before he sucks them in, his tongue swirling around and licking my juices off.
The hunger ignites instantly, shooting through me like wildfire. Heat floods my cheeks as I edge closer to the rim of the couch, my eyes flicking nervously to the motionless body sprawled nearby.
“I think,” I begin in a whisper, grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down along with his underwear. My eyes stay on his while I feel the warmth of his cock against my skin. “It’s time for me to give you a proper reward.”
This is wrong. So very wrong.
I shouldn’t be enjoying any of this. Especially not with a dead fucking body near us.
None of this was supposed to happen. My plan was to watch Estella from afar, to toy with her, before going to her apartment and doing what I had wanted to do for a long time.
But then this asshole happened. I don’t know who he is or why he attacked her, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know that either.
The rage that consumed me when I saw someone lurking in her apartment was burning me from the inside out, leaving scorching traces across my skin. I felt like somebody had splitme in two—the person I was before, mostly composed, and the person I had been becoming over the past couple of months.
The person I became with Estella. Or rather, the person who finally opened up and shook off his layers. Because she didn’t change me, didn’t fix me, didn’t ruin me.
She just opened my eyes to the real me, the one I’ve been hiding for so long.
And now this angel of death is staring at me with her wide, dark, consuming eyes, a gleam of fresh, untamed desire pooling in their depths.
This woman has no idea how much power she holds over me.
A shiver wracks my spine when her eyes snap to my hard cock. Her tongue darts out, slowly—torturously slowly—licking her lips. She fixes her gaze on it, her irises a storm of raw desire and fear, darkening even further as she slowly leans in, flicking her tongue across the head of my cock. Licking the pre-cum off, she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as bliss colors her flushed face.
