“Kill—” I grab a hold of her ankle and drag her down the bed, then grip her waist and flip her onto her stomach.
I mount the bed and throw my leg over hers, pinning her in place.
“What are you—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I slap her ass hard, so hard my palm burns, but it silences her and allows me to pull my cock from its confines.
Excitement zips up my spine, and I take hold of her sleep shorts and yank them down her thighs. Wetness coats my fingers, but this time, it’s me who jolts.
“The fuck?”
I hold my fingers up to the sliver of light shining from under the door, and my gaze latches onto the balled-up tissue in her sleep shorts. Red. My fingers and the tissue are red.
Coated in blood.
Fuck, she’s bleeding.
I rear back at the realization she swapped the feminine product at the store for the kid’s chocolate and is choosing to ball up tissue in her sleep shorts.
The fuck?
She can’t afford women’s items and put the kid first. Something twists deep in my gut, and my heart thumps heavily, as if reminding me to breathe.
She’s a good mama; unlike the bitches we got dealt with as kids.
A soft whimper lodges in her throat and brings me back to the present, where the slickness on my fingers has my mouth watering.
Jesus, I’m fucked up. So unbelievably fucked up.
“You’re bleeding, Little Demon. Shall I make you bleed some more?” I lick my lips at the thought, and my balls pang with need. “You can coat my cock in your blood while I fill you,” I rasp in her ear, earning a shudder from her.
She attempts to raise herself up, but I use my thick hand to push her back into the mattress and span my fingers to hold her in place while my other hand strokes my cock over and over again. I love the power I hold over her, knowing I could destroy her in a heartbeat and expel my own demons on her small pliable body, but not until I’ve had my fill. Not until I’ve left her drowning in my cum.
I glide my piercing up and down the crack of her ass and chuckle at the way she stiffens. “If I want to take thatlittle hole, there’s nothing you can do about it.” I grin. “You ever been fucked up the ass, Little Demon?” I rasp.
“N-N-No.”
The word is music to my ears, sending a rush of possession through me, and I already know I’ll be taking that hole and making it my own. “My big cock is gonna tear that hole open,” I promise. “But right now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy so damn good you forget anyone before me.”
Slowly, I push the head of my solid cock between her legs while nudging them farther apart until wetness covers my tip, and I relish the warmth of it.
Jesus, fuck, that feels good, coating my piercing with her bloody cunt.
Hissing between my teeth, I push in, and when I’m fully inside her soft, tight hole, I lean over her and grind out my words. “My cum didn’t take, Little Demon. Hold on tight while I flood you until you’re full of me some more.”
CASSIDY
“My cum didn’t take, Little Demon. Hold on tight while I flood you until you’re full of me some more.” He grits the words with venom, sending a flurry of goosebumps over my skin. My fingers curl around the sheets, gripping them tightly like he commanded. With one palm planted above my head, his other hand tangles in my hair and holds my head firmly against the mattress as he slides out of me.
“Fuckk. That feels good,” he groans. “So fucking warm.” He pushes his hips forward, then withdraws and repeats the action. “So fucking wet for me.” In and out, his speed picks up, and he pants like he’s unable to control himself. “Ahhh fuck. So good.” His balls slap against my clit, the bed squeaks, and something stirs inside me. That same feeling I felt with him before, in the restroom—pleasure. It builds, as if every fragile, shattered piece inside me is being glued back together, creating a surge of excitement in its wake. A feeling of euphoria at knowing I can feel the pleasure I’ve only heard about fills my chest with hope. Is this what an orgasm feels like?
“Let’s pretend your blood on my cock is me making you mine, Little Demon. It’s your first time, and I’m making you mine,” he grunts, and his words resonate with me.
I close my eyes, imagining just that.
“Only I have been here, Little Demon. You’ve only ever been mine,” he groans.
He’s replacing all the bad memories with memories like this. Ones that give me hope of pleasure, of feeling normal, like everyone else.
