She bent her leg and kicked my back sending a current of pain up my spine.
“I’m only here to talk!” Her only response was another scream and more twisting. I observed her descent into madness; the hysteria had her crying, kicking, trying to yank her wrists away.
As she thrashed, my hand lifted a little, allowing her pleas to clearly fill the room. “No! Noooo!”
“Shhh… Little One. I missed you so fucking much. So much.” My eyes filled with tears. My obsession with her was pure torment. “I didn’t want to scare you,” I whispered while she fought me and failed. When she thrashed and kicked me hard again, I dropped one of her wrists, and within three seconds, I had the tip of her knife digging into my throat but barely breaking the skin. I arched back my neck and lifted my hands to free her. A nervous laughter burst out of me. This was theonly girl in all of my life who could make my heart pound, and I loved it. I’d never felt as alive as I had in that moment.
“What the fuuuccck are you doing here?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “God, I knew it. I knew you were here. I knew something was off. I knew sooner or later you’d show up.”
I lifted my upper body to sit on top of her, with my balls resting on top of her pussy. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
“Oh yeah, then why hide in my fucking home? Why sneak up on me?”
“Because I didn’t want to scare you out in the streets and have everyone attack me.”
“Gee, I wonder why, you fucking asshole.” If she was going to kill me, she would have already. I couldn’t hold the laughter building inside me. Slowly, I got off her and stood next to the bed. “You think this is funny?” she yelled through gritted teeth as she mirrored my actions.
Without moving my head, I looked at the weapon. “Same knife, huh?” Her hand shook from how firmly he was holding it.
A slow smile spread on her lips. It was hypnotizing. A memory of them on the girth of my dick sprung in my mind, sending an insufferable heat through my body.
“I’m glad you’re here.” I met her gaze again.
Her words fooled me into believing in hope again. “Oh yeah?”
“I’ve regretted not killing you that night so fucking often!” Like a rabid cat, she hissed as she slashed my left bicep. I hissed at the burning new wound. It was significantly deep, and the blood poured out of the long gash. The knife was back to my throat before I could even blink. My mouth fell open at her speed. I was no longer sure I would get out of there alive, but that was okay; if my death queen wanted to kill me then I was willing to die. Again, I met her gaze and smiled. She was so full of life and fire as she licked her lips.
“Do you like blood, Magdalena?”
“I love stabbing monsters,” she said before she slashed my shirt all the way through to my chest. Again, I winced and hissed. Too soon, the blood wet the shirt, sticking it to my skin.
I stared into her eyes while knowing it was unnerving her. “My beautiful girl...” I reached over to push back the hair that had fallen over her right eye, and just as I predicted, the knife came down, but before it penetrated my arm, I grabbed hers and squeezed her wrist so hard my hold trembled. She squirmed while trying to yank away her hand.
Although she kicked, scratched, and fought me, I was squeezing so tight it made her wince. Eventually, she dropped the knife, and I didn’t give her a chance to do anything else before I cupped her face and kissed her, sucking on her lips and curling my tongue around hers.
“I’ve missed you. I missed you so much. I was so worried about you. I swear to God, I was so fucking worried about you.” I kissed her and my cock twitched, about to fall off because she was kissing me back. “Fuck, baby… What did you do to me?” I asked in one breath, then kissed her cheek, her neck.
“Nothing remember? You, on the other hand, raped me.”
Quickly, I bent her arm to her back, stood behind her, and pointed my gun up to her neck. The sound of me cocking the gun interrupted the silence. All that was her, trembled. Dipping my face into her hair, I took in the sweet smell of her and reveled in the silkiness of it against my cheek. The scent of grapefruit entered my nostrils, but there was an underlying smell. Honey. My cock was pulsing and leaking for her.Fuck... this girl.I was completely inebriated on her already, but my hunger obviously had no limits, no control.
“It’s been fun watching you enjoy hurting me, but we’re gonna stop that for a few minutes.”
She was shaking like a leaf in winter. “I am not going to let myself be raped again!”
“That’s not what happened last time. No onelet’s themselves be raped.What they did. What I did was horrible, and it was not your fault at all.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re such a fucking saint, aren’t you?” She scoffed. “Like you gave a fuck.”
“I mean it.”
“What the fuck do you want?” she yelled, and turned her cheek, attempting to look at my face.
“I just want to talk.” I lied. I wanted so much more than that.
“Well, that’s not going to happen either.”
“Why?”
