“I’m not usually this mean,”he mused, tossing the tongue aside.“But that girl, she makes me want to do terrible things to any man who looks at her. I’m very possessive of her, you see. Sharing her is something I just can’t seem to do.”
He suddenly flipped me, pushing me to the edge of the bed, my head dangling off. “Eyes on the screen, still,” he commanded, wrapping my legs around his hips before thrusting deep.
“Watch how I kill men who dare to touch you.” His words were raw and vicious as his cock pounded into me. “How I erase the men that dare to make you afraid when all your fears are meant for me.”
“Oh, god, fuck–” I cried louder, unashamed, writhing under him like a woman possessed, while my wall clenched around him tighter, like I couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t get deep enough. I knew it was just the high, the temporary way he always possessed my mind until it would wear off and I would come back to my senses again, but right now, I wanted him etched intome, something permanent, something I’d never have to scrape out of my bones.
“Donald.”The name suddenly echoed from the screen, and I froze, my eyes squinting at the screen.
As in, James Donald?
That was James Donald on the floor there?
How–he knew?
The necklace!
I was still wearing the necklace when I went into James’s office.
Fuck!
“Remember what the Bible says about sins.”He placed the axe on James’s right arm.“If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off.”
The axe swung, and blood burst, sudden and obscene, and something twisted low in my stomach. My wall clenched around Zaghan’s cock as James’s arm disengaged from his body.
There was no fear, no aching revulsion as blood gushed from the part the arm was severed from. But there was a tight aching pressure that stole my breath.
Zaghan–on the screen–moved the axe to the other arm, and the one above me gripped my thigh, swinging my leg over his shoulder, slamming into me, dragging a loud and broken moan out of me.
The axe swung again, blood spraying, and the pressure in my stomach crested, my body convulsing, toes curling as I arched into him, chasing his madness, needing to carve myself into him.
“Oh my god–fuck, please,” I whimpered, my heels digging into his hips, fingers clawing at his chest, carving my DNA into his skin.”
“Go on, break for me,” he panted, pounding harder into me, fingers wrapping around my neck, squeezing just enough to make my breath stutter, forcing my eyes to remain on thescreen as he chopped up James’s body like a butcher did cattle. “Yes, this is what worship looks like. Soak my fucking cock. Ruin yourself for me while I chop up men in your name.”
A loud cry ripped from my throat as a wild shudder seized my body, release rushing out, slicking him while I watched James’s head–on the screen–roll across the room.
“Fuck, can you see that I am the perfect man for you?” He sounded like he was fighting a moan himself as his muscles clenched, body trembling, before his hot load emptied inside me, filling me up and licking out of my pussy.
He pulled out of me, dripping himself along my thigh, before he began to kissing down my stomach.
His lips brushed against my still sensitive clit, then he swiped out his tongue, giving my pussy a languid stroke, tasting me, tastingus. “Fuck roses, little witch,” he murmured, dark eyes on me as he rolled my clit into his wicked mouth, sucking, unravelling me all over again. “I’ll leave dead bodies in your name, heads on a stake,” he continued, another stroke of his tongue, this time, so tortuously slow, dragging a loud whimper out of me. “I’ll make men choke on the mere thought of you.” He pulled himself back up, leaving open-mouthed kisses on my stomach, up to my chest, hand wrapping around my left breast, squeezing. “I’ll make them shiver and tremble in horror at the mere shadow of you.” Then he captured my lips in his, making me taste him–us, devouring my mouth like he couldn’t quite get enough. “All you need to do is say who hurt you, baby.” He pulled away, leaving me breathless as his tongue swiped across my neck. “…and watch me turn their last breath into a fucking prayer.”
Pressing a gentle, deceptively soft kiss on my neck, he lifted himself off me, then collapsed next to me on the bed, breathless.
I laid there like that. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t. But after a while, the dark veil wore off and I was back to my senses, cold reality rushing in.
I was a monster.
“I-I want to go home,” I whispered, sitting up on shaking limbs, slipping out of bed.
Zaghan rolled onto his side, propping himself one elbow, unconcerned. My gaze strayed to his cock that was already swollen, curved and lying on his thigh, the pulsating head pressing against his navel.
“Didn’t like the movie?” He raised a bored brow. “Fine, I’ll pick better next time. What do you say about uh, Rapunzel? My favourite. I like the guy there. What was that his name again?”
My expression hardened. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“About you? Yes. Absolutely, I’m crazy about you, little witch.” He patted the side of the bed I just left empty. “Now come back. I’m not done with that sweet pussy of yours, you know that.” He grabbed his cock, pumping it into his hand, a deceptive grin touching his lips as precum leaked out. “This isn’t gonna take care of itself, you know.”
