Zilphia clamps a hand over her mouth and sprints into the bathroom, collapsing to her knees as she violently vomits into the toilet.
I kneel at her side and hold her hair back from her face. “That’s it. Get it all out.”
I hum quietly, my hand moving in gentle circles on her back. Once her stomach is empty, I flush the toilet and wet a washcloth. With slow, tender movements, I wipe away the vomit clinging to her beautiful face. I’m a sick fuck, I never denied it, that’s why my dick is rock-hard right now. I toss the washcloth onto the floor and position myself behind her, freeing my throbbing cock.
“Please don’t,” she protests weakly. “I can’t.”
Unmoved by her plea, I pull her panties and bottoms down just enough to push the tip of my cock into her warmth. Every ounce of my being wants to push deep inside her satin heat, to feel her wetness enveloping my length, but now is not the time.
I move in and out of her sweet gushiness with short, controlled thrusts.Fuck. My obsession with her is unnatural, depraved, laced with pain and hate. Despite our tainted history, I can’t imagine never knowing her… never touching her. What kind of person would I be had our paths never crossed? It doesn’t matter; our fates were predestined, and we’re going to crash and burn together.
“When are you going to learn, Zilphia?” I hiss. “You’re mine. I’d burn this fucking world to the ground and everyone in it to keep you.”
She whimpers as I dig my fingers into her soft ass and spread her cheeks apart. I’ve never seen a more beautiful pussy in my life. Glistening pink, delectable, and all mine. I push my thumb into her rimmed entrance.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty little rose next.” I still, leaving my swollen head inside her slick body. “Squeeze.”
“W-what?” she questions, her voice hoarse and tired.
“Your pussy,” I rasp, roughly tunneling my thumb through her snug asshole. “Squeeze it.” Her suckling walls tighten around my dick, drawing guttural sounds from the back of my throat. “Harder.” I begin moving inside her satin heat again. Three strokes in and I’m grunting my release.
Fuck, I’ve never come so quick before, not even during my first time.
“Take off your clothes,” I growl, climbing to unsteady feet. I palm my semi-hard length, tracking her tense movements as she reveals her exquisite curves to my greedy gaze.
“I’m so tired,” she says, wrapping her arms around her abdomen. “Please let me sleep.”
“You sleep when I say you can fucking sleep.” I shove her toward the door. “Walk.”
Zilphia stumbles into my bedroom, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. “W-what d-do you want me to do?”
I stand close behind her, breathing in her addictive scent. “Take the head out of the box and put it on the bed.”
She looks back at me, her eyes wide and frantic. “I’m begging you! Please don’t make me!”
I latch on to her nape and force her to the bed. “Pick it up. Now.”
“I can’t!” she wails, struggling to break free of my hold. “You didn’t have to kill him, Sandman! He was an only child. Oh God, his parents.”
“Oh, but I did.” I slide a hand between her luscious thighs. “You see, this belongs to me. He touched it, so he had to die.” I dig my fingernails into her nape, and she cries out. “Be a good girl and pick it up.”
“God, please help me,” she sobs hysterically.
I laugh, a mirthless, coarse sound. “God? Calling out to him is pointless, Zilphia. He can’t help you.” My fingers seek her satin clit. “I’m your God now. I’m the one who has the power to grant you absolution. The one who can make all your dreams come true or be your hell on Earth. And at this very moment, I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
She reaches into the box, then recoils with a sharp cry. “I can’t do it!”
“Disobedience has a price.” I bend her over the bed, slamming her face into the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you twice as hard.”
“Please don’t!”
I brutally work my cock into her ass, her tight muscles giving way to my invasion as she screams her agony.
“Fuck yes,” I rasp, fully settling inside her body. I grab Redmond’s head and place it next to her face, nose to nose, leaving just a hairbreadth between her and the grisly sight. She whimpers and slams her eyes shut.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I demand, withdrawing halfway,then ramming back into her at full force. “And keep them fucking open.”
“Okay, okay,” Zilphia sobs, hunching forward. “I’ll keep my eyes open. Please just stop hurting me.”
